Page 64 of Sold to the Bikers

Eagle-eye chuckles. "What do you think this is? A fucking court of law? I've got the fucking evidence I need. The question now is if anyone gives a shit if this place is still standing when we leave."

"What the fuck is this?" Unless you listen carefully, it's hard to make out the slight nervous quaver in Cain's voice, but it's there. He's braver than most, I'll give the fucker that. The last time we had to discipline a club that got uppity in our territory, their prez fucking pissed his pants. Literally. "What the fuck have we done to you, Eagle-eye?"

"I don’t know yet, and I’m not sure I give a fuck, but if you want to improve your chances, hand over Sandra."

Natalie's fingers dig into my arm as she leans forward to see better.

"Who?" Cain frowns. "You're going to have to be more specific, because there's a lot of sluts here, and I don't know all their fucking names."

"She's not a slut!" yells Natalie, and suddenly all of their attention's on us. "She's my little sister, and she's here. Give her back!"

Cain looks at Crusher. "This one of your projects? Because I don't know who the fuck they’re talking about."

"She came here of her own free will, Sugar," says Crusher, looking grossly pleased with himself. Just him calling our girl Sugar has me tightening my fists. That fucker had better do what we tell him, or I'm going to fucking rearrange his face. "Good news is, you don't have to worry about the debt anymore. I've got your fucking down payment, and she's agreed to take care of the rest. She's a little firecracker."

Animal moves, and I only barely get my hand on his arm to hold him back. "Wait. He's dead. He just doesn't know it yet, but play it cool until we've got this shit under control." He fucking snarls at me, but stops straining against my grip, so that's something.

"She shouldn't even be here. Give her back, and I'll stay. I'll work off the stupid debt," Natalie yells, and then I'm holding back two people.

"Quickshot? Little help here."

"On it." He grabs Natalie, since Animal only lets one person hold him back, and that's me.

"Let go!" She struggles against him.

"We already fucking talked about this, Natalie," I snap, then direct my attention to Crusher. "We have a fucking deal. That didn't include kidnapping another girl."

"Who the fuck's kidnapping? She came in here on her own. Said she wanted to cover for her sister, who didn't deserve getting wrapped up in this shit. These girls are fucking heroes, man, falling over themselves to take the hit for the other one. It's fucking heartwarming." He laughs. "Take your girl and fuck her 'til you're sick of her. I've got what I fucking need. I'm not going to get virgin money for her, but she's a hard fucking worker. She'll get there."

"You bastard!" Natalie struggles against Quickshot.

"Hand her over," says Eagle-eye calmly, cutting through the shouting. "And maybe we'll forget that you fuckers teamed up with the goddamn Fabbris against us. I might even be convinced to put in a good word with the new Giordano Don so they don’t take it personally that you supported a bunch of traitors."

Cain shakes his head. "Why the fuck do you care if your brothers get another plaything. Last I heard, the Screaming Eagles weren't fucking hurting for sluts to fill their beds."

"What's important to my brothers is important to me. Crusher's fucking with them, which means he's fucking with the entire club." He gestures at the grim crowd filling the courtyard. "And if you ask me, that's a fucking stupid thing to do."

Cain crosses his arms over his chest. "Truth is, Eagle-eye, we're already past this. Yeah, you got us. You're fucking right. The Fabbris are backing us up, but I don’t think you understand how deep their resources run. The Giordanos are going to be history, just like you fucking chickens."

"He fucking wishes," growls Viking, who's standing next to Eagle-eye. "Trust me. The Fabbris are a fucking shadow of who they used to be. Mostly thanks to us."

Cain gestures at Crusher. "Hey. Go get the girl."

A few moments later, he returns with Sandra, a slighter, younger version of Natalie. He's got a tight grip on her wrist. The moment she sees what's going on, her expression fills with dismay and she shakes her head. "No, no, no."

Crusher, though, he's all ugly smiles. "Don't worry, sweet tits. You're safe here."

"Sandra, I’m here!" Natalie pulls at Quickshot, but he refuses to let her go. I nod with approval. There's fucking nothing she has to say that she can't say from here where we can protect her. "We've come to get you!"

"Natalie, go home. Don't get involved with this." Sandra looks wildly around the courtyard, but her gaze snaps back to her sister.

"What are you talking about? I'm already so freaking involved, you have no idea. Come home with us."

Crusher puts himself behind Sandra, keeping his left hand locked around her wrist while he slides his hand up her body until he wraps it around her slim throat. Her eyes widen, but she doesn't struggle. "Little Sandra's decided to move in. She's here because she fucking wants to be." He presses a kiss on the top of her head, and I have to cling harder to keep Animal from charging right the fuck up there. "She's my fucking girlfriend. Isn't that right?"

Sandra nods. "It's true. I am."

What the fuck?