Final Ride Fallen Angel's MC 4 Read Online Free Page B

the garage is like a dream come true. I’ve
loved being able to work on bikes. It calms the storm inside of
me.
    “Knock knock.” A strange voice pulls my attention. Turning
around I go straight for my gun, but I’m slower than this guy
considering, I didn’t expect company.
A gun is trained on me as I smile. Looking at the cut he has on, I
know who he is.
    “You walk into my shop with that piece, you better be willin’ to
use it.” Setting my wrench on the counter behind me, I lean
against it crossing my arms over my chest. Fucking little prick
doesn’t know who he’s fucking with.
Out of the corner of my eye I see Joey and the prospect with
guns pointed at him. See, I knew they were useful for
something.
    “Well now, look at that. We seem to have us a little situation,
yeah?” Nodding toward the guys that stand off to my left, I
smirk.
    “I didn’t come here for that.” I can’t contain the chuckle that
escapes me as he slides his gun back into his holster. Yeah, I
didn’t think he wanted it to go down that way.
“What did you come here for?” My eyes never leave his as he
lights up a cigarette.
    “A peace offerin’. I took over Dusts’. I know there’s a history
there, and I don’t want any part of it.” Watching the smoke ring
that flows from his lips, I scrub my hand over my head.
    “Well, now that isn’t goin’ to be as easy as you walkin’ in here
offerin’ it. We have unfinished business with some of your
guys.” The man steps closer to me as I read his name patch. Rit.
I’ve heard of him.
    “I came to offer a peace offerin’ VP. I don’t care what the
motherfuckers did in the past. We agree to this and it’s over.”
Shaking my head, I smile over at Joey and Bo. Who the hell does
he think he is?
    Pushing myself up I stand at full height. Who the hell does he
think he’s intimidating?
“I don’t think that’s your choice to make Pres. You might be in
charge now, but that shit storm blew in long before you did. We
don’t let shit slide. You might want to run along with that little
peace offerin’.” Watching the look in his eyes, he isn’t letting
this go. For his own sake, he needs to.
    “You might want to run that past your own Pres. Yeah? I didn’t
know VP’s were the decidin’ factor these days.” Taking a step
into his space, I can feel the tension rolling through here now.
Shit could get deadly quick. What surprises me is that he came
alone. No VP, no guards.
Looking around, he takes notice.
    “I didn’t bring anyone. Thought that might give off a bad
impression.” Nodding my head, I can’t help but smile. Stupid
asshole .
    “Me and my President are one. If I say it’s a no go, we don’t
leave shit. Take a note of that right now because I don’t plan on
tellin’ you again. Now, I believe that you are crossin’ territory
right now, Dust. You see, my boys over there are a little trigger
happy. They haven’t had a good shoot out in a while.” Rit moves
his eyes to look at Joey and Bo before coming to rest on mine.
My nerves are firing off one by one as I look him in the eyes.
“You know you’re askin’ for a war right now?” Wiping the back
of my arm over my sweaty forehead I glare at him.
    “There’s already a war, Rit. All you’re doin’ is ampin’ it up. We
let shit slide. We laid back. Crossin’ over here and threatenin’
me? You brought it to yourself.” Watching him drop his
cigarette to the ground and stomp it out, I feel myself on the
edge. If he doesn’t leave, and soon, shits going to go south.
Nodding his head, Rit backs away slowly.
     
“You remember that VP.” Pointing at me, I grin. I sure as hell will
remember that.
    Walking toward the garage door, I watch him climb on his bike.
He’s not a stupid man. I know he has boys out there waiting on
something to pop off. Too bad for him, today isn’t the day.
“What the hell was that shit?” Joey walks over stuffing his gun
into the back of his jeans