MC Sinners Boxed Set #1-7

CHAPTER 10 | PRESENT - SPIKE

CHAPTER 10

PRESENT - SPIKE

“ Y ou fuckin’ sure about this?” Cade asks, dropping a cigarette and crushing it out with his boot.

I glare at him. This fucker doesn’t get a say in what I do right now. He don’t get a fuckin’ say in my life at all. He’s here, because I need him. He owes me and he knows it.

I hate havin’ to use him, but I don’t get much of a choice. He’s the only one I have right now who can back me up if my boys get in the shit. We’ve got an unspoken agreement, and our clubs don’t have any problems with each other. Yet.

I light another cigarette. Fuck, I need to stop smoking. Honest to fuckin’ god, it’ll be this that kills me, I’m almost sure of it.

Cade narrows his eyes at me, I know what he’s thinking, but he’s not going to argue too heavily about it. He wouldn’t fuckin’ dare.

“I know what I’m doin’,” I growl at him. “Now you’re either with me, or you ain’t, but I will be fuckin’ doin’ this.”

“I have no fuckin’ doubt about that, Spike, but you need to be thinkin’ this through.”

“Fuckin’ have,” I snarl. “And it’s the best option.”

“This goes wrong again...”

“It won’t,” I bellow, storming toward him and gripping his shirt in my fists. I jerk him so hard his jaw snaps together. “You need to shut your fuckin’ mouth and decide if you’re on my side or not. If you are, then you do as I say; if you’re not, then fuck off.”

He grips my wrists, clenching them in his hands. I grind my teeth but don’t let go. “Get your fuckin’ hands off me,” he snaps. “And if you ever fuckin’ touch me again, I’ll bury you.”

I drop my hands and he shoves me, hard. I’m about to lunge back at him, when Granger comes out of the warehouse and gives me a stiff shake of the head. Fuck. I take a step back, giving Cade a look that tells him I won’t be takin’ his fuckin’ shit. He returns that look with fire in his eyes.

“You two need to fuckin’ back down. We got shit goin’ down and your heads need to be in the game,” Granger barks, stepping in between us.

“Fuckin’ hearin’ ya, Granger,” Cade growls.

“Yeah, me too,” I hiss.

“Well, then you two need to fuckin’ stop bangin’ heads and maybe try puttin’ them together. We need to figure out how to approach Hogan and his gang lookin’ for drugs. If they get suspicious, fuck, if they even come close to getting suspicious, we’re fucked.”

“That’s why we’re sendin’ Cade’s boy in,” I say, taking a long pull of my cigarette.

“You found out how to contact him yet?” Granger asks.

“No, that’s where Cade’s guy comes in. We found some links to Hogan. Cade’s boy is going to approach him, lookin’ for the crack Hogan sells. He’ll get through eventually, and when he does, he’ll give us a location.”

“And if that doesn’t work?”

I step up to Granger. “It’ll fuckin’ work.”

“You got protection for your girl while this shit is goin’ down?”

I flinch, and I see Cade’s eyes flare. Fuckin’ fuck . Cade doesn’t know about Ciara and I.

“No,” I grind out, “haven’t done that yet.”

“What girl?” Cade asks, his voice icy.

“That Ciara chick,” Granger says, completely unaware that he is digging my fuckin’ grave.

“What?” Cade snarls.

“None of your business, Cade,” I say, giving him a look filled with warning.

He’s in front of me before I can blink. His large hands wrap around my throat, and he squeezes. All the air leaves my lungs and I struggle to pull anymore in. The cigarette in my fingers drops to the ground.

“You piece of motherfuckin’ shit, you stay the fuck away from Ciara. She ain’t gonna end up some whore on your belt. She’s better than that, and fuck, she’s better than you. I won’t let you kill another woman because of your motherfuckin’ stupid mistakes.”

I deck him.

Hard.

My fist swings up, and hits him so hard in the jaw his head swings sideways. An almighty crack fills the area, and blood spurts from Cade’s lip. His hands leave my throat, and his fist finds my eye, which splits, and blood pours down my face. My head throbs and I roar in pain, gripping my face. I turn, lunging at Cade.

Granger jumps between us, and pulls out his gun, pointing it toward me. I skid to a halt and my eyes flare as I pant with anger, desperate to get my hands on Cade.

“Fuckin’ back down, Prez. Ain’t worth this shit. Walk away.”

“You fuckin’ piece of shit, Spike,” Cade bellows from behind Granger. “She’s too fuckin’ good for you.”

“She wanted it!” I snarl. “You hear me? She fuckin’ wanted it. She’s been chasin’ me!”

“I’ll fuckin’ gut you!”

Granger spins around, pointing the gun at Cade. “You’re on our territory now, and no one is goin’ to speak to Prez like that. Get on your fuckin’ Harley and leave, Cade. We’ll be in contact.”

Cade, who is panting, knows the rules when it comes to other MCs. His eyes meet mine, and so many things pass between us.

“You fuckin’ stay outta her life, Spike.”

Then he turns and storms out of the compound. I curse, and lift my fingers, swiping the blood from my busted eye. Granger turns to me, tucking his gun in his pants.

“He’s fuckin’ right. Seein’ her is a stupid mistake.”

“Yeah,” I growl, stepping closer and meeting his glare dead on. “Well, it’s my fuckin’ mistake, and I ain’t givin’ it up.”

Then I turn and walk off, leavin’ him standing in the dirt.

Fuck him.

Fuck Cade.

Fuck the lot of them.

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