Total pages in book: 44
Estimated words: 40297 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 201(@200wpm)___ 161(@250wpm)___ 134(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 40297 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 201(@200wpm)___ 161(@250wpm)___ 134(@300wpm)
When we reached the location, it was exactly the kind of shit show we’d anticipated. Makeshift barriers, floodlights haphazardly zip-tied to rusted scaffolding, the rumble of engines, and excited, and drunken chatter echoing around the abandoned property.
People turned when they heard us approaching, eyes wide and wary as we rolled in, our headlights slicing harshly through the darkness and illuminating the chaos.
Our engines cut simultaneously, the abrupt silence deafening. Kane dismounted first, his boots hitting gravel with measured, unhurried steps, his eyes cold and steady as he took in the scene. The rest of us followed, forming a loose semi-circle that felt distinctly predatory.
The crowd had gone completely still, and tension crackled in the air as every gaze locked onto the Redline Kings. Edge folded his arms across his broad chest, leaning casually against his bike with a dangerously lazy smirk, clearly enjoying the unease rolling off the crowd while flicking his knife open and closed.
“Looks like you fuckers started a party and forgot our invite,” he drawled, his voice pitched just loud enough to carry. “We thought we’d drop by anyway.”
One of the race organizers—a thick-necked asshole with bravado dripping from every step—pushed through the crowd, his expression twisted into something like forced confidence. He stopped just short of Kane, squaring his shoulders in an attempt to hold his ground.
“This isn’t your territory.” He lifted his chin defiantly. “You’ve got no claim here.”
Kane didn’t blink, just stared at him with a calm, deadly intensity that could strip paint off walls. “You’re mistaken. Everything around here is Redline Kings’ territory. You were borrowing it without permission. Time to pay up and get the fuck outta here.”
The man sneered, but it was all show. Sweat already beaded along his forehead, betraying his fear. “We’re not going anywhere.”
Kane tilted his head slightly, his eyes never leaving the man’s face. “I disagree.”
I stepped forward, nodding toward Racer and Fury, signaling them to start rounding up key players. “You boys had a good run skimming off our territory, but that shit ends tonight.”
Racer moved through the crowd, grabbing two men by the collars and shoving them toward the waiting SUVs. Fury followed suit, dragging another organizer from the group with methodical efficiency. The crowd shrank back, murmurs of fear rippling sharply among them as they watched, helpless and unwilling to challenge our authority.
“You can’t do this!” the man in front of Kane spat angrily. “We have powerful backing—”
“We know,” I cut in, stepping forward until I stood shoulder to shoulder with Kane, my voice dropping to a darker edge. “Your corporate sponsors aren’t gonna save you this time. They’re about to find out they fucked with the wrong crew.”
His expression shifted from defiance to uncertainty, his eyes flickering briefly toward the men being loaded into the SUVs, their struggles futile against Racer’s deadly hold.
“Clear out,” Kane barked to the rest of the crowd. Chaos erupted as drivers, spectators, and anyone else sane enough to get their asses far from the action, scattered immediately, shouting and fleeing into the darkness.
When the space was clear of innocent bystanders and all that was left belonged to the crew running these shit races, Kane glanced toward Nitro and gave a small nod. His grin widened as he flipped the detonator once more between his fingers, his eyes bright with anticipation. “Say goodbye to your toys, boys.”
An explosion ripped through the night air seconds later, barrels of fuel and stacks of tires igniting in rapid succession. Flames erupted skyward, heat rolling fiercely across the gravel, illuminating the stunned, terrified faces of everyone still present.
As Nitro stepped back, a satisfied smirk curved his mouth. Anyone remaining went running while the equipment and makeshift structures went up in smoke. Then it was only Redline Kings, unmoving, watching the destruction unfold as the firelight flickered sharply across our faces.
Edge chuckled dryly, glancing around the blazing scene with satisfaction. “Seems their little racing venture just went up in flames.”
Kane exhaled and tossed his brother a droll frown. “Callie get off on your lame humor? Or you reserve that shit just for us?”
“I’m fucking hilarious,” Edge retorted.
“Fucking psycho is more like it,” Rev muttered.
Edge just shrugged and flashed him that movie-star smile that fooled people into thinking he was relatively harmless. Until he was carving out little pieces of you with his favorite blade.
Drift was already sitting astride his bike and gunned the engine. “We fucking done here?”
“You got someone waiting up on your pussy-whipped ass?” Rev smirked.
Drift cocked his head to the side and narrowed his eyes. “Bet your ass I do. Jealous?”
Rev didn’t respond, just cranked up his engine and put on his helmet.
“Roll out,” Kane ordered.
As we turned our bikes back toward Crossbend, the SUVs following close behind with our unwilling guests, my mind was already locked on the next step. It was time to finish this.