Rift.
Book one of the "Veterans" MC series.
Mason Ashford is a former marine, also known as Rift, his road name. He is a hard around the edges man. Involved in the VETERANS MC, he has a family that he wants to protect. He always jokes around, but un...
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Shaw and I stood inside the room shell shocked as we raised our hands in the air in surrender. A latino woman, probably at her early thirties held a shotgun in her arms, a fucking shotgun! Pointing it straight at Shaw’s head, god fucking dammit. The other one, a younger woman, probably in her late twenties held a custom Desert Eagle in her hands, pointing it right at my goddamn skull.
“What the fuck?” Shaw yelled after he picked his jaw from the flood.
“Shut your trap!” the Desert Eagle bitch growled, actually growled at Shaw who blinked in surprise.
Shaw looked somewhere behind the two crazy bitches with guns, and that was when I noticed there were more people in the fucking room.
“There are fucking kids here!” I growled in frustration. These people were known to abduct women and ‘employ’ them to their brothel's business. As if that wasn’t fucked up enough already, now kids too?! We weren't aware that they had kids too! Those mutherfuckers have to fucking die, and soon.
“No shit, Sherlock!” another woman, probably the youngest one, was now walking angrily towards us. What the actual fuck is going on here? “Stand down, dumbass.” the Desert Eagle bitch shouted at the youngest one. Noticing the ‘dumbass’ as Desert Eagle called her, looked pretty pissed off. She was glaring at both me and Shaw, eyes darkening as she looked me up from head to toe. Was I staring at her? Hell yeah, and probably noticing me checking her out she got even angrier.
Her light blond hair and bright green eyes, boobs that went on for days. Pretty. I wonder what her ass looked like. Well, damn. “Guns on the floor, slowly.” Desert Eagle shouted once more as she and the latino bitch took a step back. I blinked at her, as the fog of my stupor went away. I need to get laid and soon, or else next mission I see a woman I'm getting my brains blown out of off my fucking skull. I looked over at Shaw and nodded as we dropped our guns slowly to the ground.
Another woman, probably in her late thirties or early forties, stalked towards us, a semi automatic in her hand. “Who are you?” she demanded as she went to stand in front of the Desert Eagle bitch, but the younger one didn’t let her.
“We are here for Anna Monroe.” Shaw answered and all the women looked at the Desert Eagle bitch. Well, now we know who our ‘hostage’ is. For Christs’s sake, I can’t fucking believe we are the hostages, what the fuck?
“What the fuck have you gotten yourself into again, you Oh Almighty?” the latina barked out a laugh as she questioned the craziest of the bitches. Yep, because that one is fucking crazy.
Light brown hair, blue almost grey eyes that hunted you and short at height, but she oozes danger out of her, and that was saying something about why the client acted how he did.
“No.” Anna bitch growled again and Shaw rolled his eyes.
“What she means is, she won’t go anywhere with you.” the one with the blond hair and nice tits elaborated. “No shit, Sherlock.” I sneed her own words at her and she was now fuming and glaring at me. Those green eyes going dark as she did. Well damn again…
“We need to go.” Anna bitch said slowly as she lifted her chin at the one with the semi automatic. Nodding in return, she went back to the kids, picked the youngest one up and held the other one’s hand as she stood there, waiting for instructions. It was obvious she was the one who gave orders, but something seemed off with her.
Shaw sighed and shook his head. “We are here to save you.” he started, the Desert Eagle bitch raising an eyebrow at him. “We are former vets, if that makes you feel any better,” he said. The older woman sighed a sigh of relief and the one with the shotgun backed down. That sentence always works, because fuck if it wasn't the truth.
“You are in deep shit with these people. We are here to make sure you get out alive.” I continued, looking at Anna Monroe again, who shook her head in resignation.
“Even if you get us out of here, we have nowhere to go. And because of that, they will catch us again.” the blond one said. Shaw nodded and I nodded back at him, “You all are coming with us. We will find you somewhere where you can stay and in return you will answer all of our questions.” he demanded and the crazy bitch that hadn’t put her gun down gritted her teeth in anger. Before she could take a step forward though, the oldest one held her shoulder and she backed down.
“You are not getting Anna to that man.” the older one continued. So they all knew who was after Anna Monroe, the crazy Desert Eagle bitch. Well, fuck. Shaw nodded, “Call Prez, I will get them in the SUV’s and call the other two idiots to help.” he continued before giving me a chin lift. The women reluctantly followed behind him, even the Anna bitch and I dialled prez’s number.
“Go.” he grunted from the other end of the line. “We have her, we also have three more bitches that might know something about Madelyn and two kids.” I informed and he grunted, so I continued. “We are bringing them back to the warehouse and after that they will need somewhere to stay. Preferably in the compound.” I said. “They’re not enemies?” he asked, “I think no, or else Shaw would have shot them all dead.
And anyway, we need them to give us information about War’s sister.” I sighed. Madelyn Scott, War’s sister, was kidnapped by the same men these women were. We knew very well what they did to most of them. The whole club was on edge a year ago, when Madelyn got snatched up by those pieces of shit, but now every last one of the brothers and sisters are itching to get their hands on those bastards. War, the club’s Vice President has been searching for his sister non stop, and so is the whole club. After all we all are a big family and that shit won’t ever change.
