Shades (Reckless Souls MC 3)

“Have fun,” Ace says with an amused smile.

“Fuck yeah. Are we torching the place now?” There’s no denying the excitement in my voice at the mere thought of taking out more Kings, but fuck those guys. They stole from us, and one of those assholes threatened Letty. They’ll all pay one way or another.

“Settle down, pyro,” he says as his shoulders shake with laughter. “I’ll call Doherty. Give him and the boys in blue a big win.”

I nod. “With the drugs in that front room, they’ll put those fuckers under the prison.”

“Either way, they won’t be my problem, and the Chief handled the shit with Grace and the other bodies swiftly and quietly. He deserves this.” Ace’s smile grows wider. “And they’ll be so far up Hector’s ass, he’ll burp the fucking Miranda rights.”

We also pay the police chief and his men a lot of fucking money to clean up after us and to keep our guys out of jail. Doherty always comes through. He knows who runs this town.

“We’re taking all the money, though?”

“Fuck, yeah. Grab what you can while I call Doherty, and then let’s get the fuck out of here.”

That’s music to my ears. I’m eager to get back to Letty to make sure she’s all right. Naked and wet and ready for me.

“Sounds good.” I grab a bag from my bike and load it up with stacks of cash until I can barely zip it. “Ready?”

Ace nods, and we get on our bikes and head back to Souls headquarters as sirens sound in the distance, closing in on the Iron Kings stash house.

What a fucking day!