Burned by Abi (Devil Savages MC Book 2) Read Online Free Page B

ground with a ‘thud’. He looked around for more, disappointed to see none remained.
    “That all of ‘em?” he asked, hoping if there were people hiding it’d bring them out of the woodwork—which it did. A Diablo came charging toward them on a motorcycle, revving the motor and showing his ass. Yo Neg stepped forward, waiting.
    “This motherfucker’s mine.” The gang member got off his bike and jabbered off something in Mexican that he didn’t understand or even care to. “Press one for English you enchilada sucking son-of-a-bitch!” He looked to be overcompensating with his gang colors flying and his pants sagged between his knees, hiding what was probably a little prick tucked up under his balls. From the glare in his eyes under his low dew rag and the frown under the mustache that resembled a dirty sanchez, he wasn’t too happy. Good. Before the asshole had a chance to reach for a weapon, Yo Neg was on him.
    In one high kick, Yo Neg had the pistol the fucker was reaching for flying through the air and out of reach. His fists made contact a few times before the thug fought back, his blows painless through Yo Neg’s rage. He grinned after he took a right hook and the taste of blood coated his tongue. “That all you got, you goat fucker? What, your daddy wasn’t around to teach you to fight? Pathetic!” He charged him, unleashing all of the built up aggression he’d had since Abi had walked back into the picture. He let both fists swing, using his knees and elbows to fill the short moments it took to cock his arm back for more. The Diablo didn’t stand a chance. He tried to defend himself, grabbing a knife off his belt that’d cost him a brunt blow to the nose, only to have it taken away and used on him. Yo Neg took him to the ground, slamming his body hard enough the thunk vibrated through the soles of his boots. In one graceful motion, he plunged the metal blade in his gut, sinking it to the hilt and twisted it. The man frantically swung his arms in a desperate attempt for his life as Yo Neg cut from his groin to his chest bone, gutting him. Blood pooled onto the dirt from the Diablo, creating a puddle in the powdery earth below. “ Todos ustedes pagará hijo de puta !” he let out in a scream of agony before he faded into his death.
    “Oh, we will pay, you dirty wetback. We’ll pay all it takes to keep you in the hellhole you belong in!” Yo Neg stood, hocked a loogie in the dead man’s face and turned away without a second look. He scanned the area and saw the others had made it out. Given the few bloodied bodies he saw under the moonlight, their job was done. He hopped back on his bike, kicking it to life, and waited. The sound of the other group's bikes reaching them from the opposite side. Yo Neg guessed the two paths joined back at this point as he watched the others get off their bikes to assess the incident.
    “Damn. He gutted that bitch like a salmon.” Tonka laughed, looking at the Diablo laying dead on the ground.
    “I guess cockroaches really do have a good way of hiding. Think we should check for more?” Colt turned to Sandman as they walked up.
    “Yeah. Let’s split up and spread out. Watch for explosives and anything that those fucks could have planted,” Sandman instructed, walking with his eyes on the ground. “Prospects—watch the bikes. Give the signal if anyone approaches and shoot anything that moves.”
    “I seriously doubt we are going to run into any lawn mowers or Lemon Pledge, but I guess nothing’s impossible,” Road snorted.
    “It’s bad when the damn camouflage for their tunnels is neatly placed and landscaped. Fuckin’ beaners can’t help themselves,” Colt mumbled, shaking his head.
    They took a few pictures, stepping out the distance between the caves. There were tracks leading in and out, from mostly cars with only a few legible bike treads in the mix, which meant they were moving huge quantities of product. With the tire imprints where a vehicle