Free 4 Horsemen Novella! Kayla's Ride (Sons of San Merced Erotic Motorcycle Club Biker Romance) by Ava Bonde

really likes the bitch, doesn’t he?” the large man laughed, the sound echoing in the small space.
    The scrawny man laughed right along with him.
    “I think I’ll kill her first, just to make him squirm,” the large man said as he pulled out his cell phone, checking an incoming message and smiling.
    “We’ve got orders. We’re not supposed to kill him, Fong wants Famine alive…”
    They say you never see death coming, but that’s not always true. The scrawny man saw it coming. A look of disbelief rolled across his face as he stared down at the blade that had just torn through him. Blood shimmered like water droplets on the steel, clinging to the shining metal. Maybe he should have seen it sooner.
    “Nash…” The scrawny man croaked, still staring in disbelief as he plunged the blade again and again. Nash cried out, his murderous scream anguished and broken. For the brief final moments of life, the scrawny man cried right along with it.
    James waited in the long white panel van for Aaron and Nash to return, blasting the radio and drowning out his worries. At that moment, there were few people more blissfully unaware of death’s rapid approach. He might have seen it coming too, if he was watching the mirrors. Maybe he could have done something as Nash crept up along the side, clothed in blood. Instead, he was dead before the second chorus in the song.
    No more games for Nash, no more mercy. The days living among these filth were over, and now it was time for revenge. The best part was, they were coming right to him.
    Pushing the limp body from the drivers seat, Nash wrapped his hands around the wheel, roaring into the night. The chase was over.
     
     
    Chapter 10:
    The Approach
    FIRE CAN be beautiful, but I found myself more than a little terrified as the pyre burned in the desert, the club stopping for dinner on the road as the flames lit the scene. We’d ridden for hours, but the club stopped here for a little calm before the storm.
    “What happens next?”
    Mark held my hand in his own, giving me a reassuring squeeze. “We are going into war Kayla. Give the men their war dance.”
    I shivered, the cool desert air blowing and causing a strange sensation of being both warm and cold at the same time as the fire tried to battle the chill. Mark seemed to sense my discomfort, pulling me into a long embrace. We stood in the space between cold and fire, between life and death.
    “We need to go…” Mark whispered, pulling me away from the flames. “The club is backup, but the Four need to be the ones stepping up.”
    “It’s time?” I asked meekly.
    “It’s time. Conquest is bringing Penny, you’re with me, War is even bringing Jenna…”
    “Why am I coming?”
    “In history, women have driven men to great things. You’ve saved my ass, you’ve made me stronger, and if you want to ride with the Horsemen it’s time you learn what it really takes.”
    I looked up to the sky, the stars overhead gleaming.
    “Come with me.”
    I felt safe as we walked away, his arm wrapped around me. Mark would protect me, this I was certain of. I would protect him too…
    "He will be waiting at the den." Famine had said before we mounted, knuckles steely white on the grips of the bike. Around us, the three other bikes fired to life. The 4 Horsemen were going to ride. I had spent so much time admiring his composure that it was strange to see such a visible sign of stress. “The Niners used to operate from there back before the last big dustup. It’s an underground bar in south central LA. No sneaking in there. He will know every single inch of the place. One way in, one way out, cameras everywhere.”
    “He could kill us before we even get inside!" I replied, breath catching in my throat as Famine reached across to lay his hand across my thigh. The warmth passed straight through to my skin, his strength and passion telegraphed as if electricity traveled from his fingertips.
    “No… This man picked the name Fong for a