Free Trip's Retribution (Hell Raiders MC Book 3) by Aden Lowe Page B

trucker and the onlookers seemed stunned. No one gave away the first punch. The jerk recovered quickly though and reared back to launch a fist at Ryker's face. Too bad for him, the punch lost its momentum long before it connected.
    Ryker let his head rock back slightly then smiled with deadly intent. "That your best? Or you want a do-over?"
    Trip shook his head. Okay, so maybe it would take a little longer than he'd first supposed. It looked like Ryker intended to toy with his prey a little.
    The expression the man wore said someone had just stepped on his grave. A heavy shudder ran over him and he raised his hands as if to placate. "Now, look—"
    "No, you look. We sat there and ignored your nasty remarks until you came right up to my table and insisted on a reaction. Just so you know, I'm undefeated this year." Ryker moved in a quick blur and landed a resounding open-handed slap to the man's face. "You better consider yourself lucky mister. If I'd been in a bad mood, your blood would soak this lot about now."
    The trucker grabbed his cheek where Ryker's livid handprint marked him. "That was a bitch move. You're all talk." He lowered his head and set up to deliver a head-butt to the gut.
    Ryker grinned again. "A bitch deserves a bitch move." He easily evaded the man's charge and stuck out a foot to trip him.
    The man surged to his feet, dust from the lot coating the front of his shirt. This time he skipped the preamble and swung. The blow managed to reach Ryker's belly but didn't get through the hard muscle to have an effect. He followed with a big punch to the jaw, which also landed.
    Ryker laughed. "You don't have a clue, pussy. Not worth my time. Just so you know, my last opponent is still in the hospital. You consider yourself lucky I'm not letting loose you on." He unleashed a quick combination that brought the trucker to his knees. "And you might want to remember this before you go talking trash next time." One last blow and the man fell unconscious to the ground.
    Ryker turned and took his weapons back from Fabio, followed by his shirt and cut.
    Sensing a negative vibe off the crowd, Trip signaled the Raiders to mount up. Time to get the fuck out of there before they decided Ryker needed to be taken down a notch. They might not take so well to the news that a professional fighter had taken down one of their own.

Chapter Nine
    The truck sat idling at the side of the lot while the driver finished his walk-around. Trip and the Raiders pulled up outside the gate, waiting to fall in with the truck as soon as it rolled. No need to get cozy with the driver beyond making clear to him who was in charge. Once they were on the road, he didn't piss without permission.
    Finally, the truck bucked against the trailer then started forward with a grinding of gears that made Trip wince. He lifted a hand and as it cleared the gate, Ryker moved out ahead and the rest of the Raiders closed in around the truck.
    Over the next two hours, the truck navigated the bypass, supposedly created to facilitate traffic through the downtown area. Moving a mile or two at a time, then standing still for long moments to allow some blockage to clear turned into a form of torture for Trip and the other Raiders. In normal circumstances, they would weave through traffic until they found a clear way and move the fuck on.
    The only positive note Trip found in the whole situation came in the form of a beat up old Toyota. Three girls, college students unless he missed his guess, rode in the car, laughing and flirting with him and Crank as they idled alongside the truck. Crank ate it up, and convinced the girls to put their windows down. They giggled at his outrageous suggestions and dared one another to take him up on it.
    Trip watched, half hard and tempted to drag one of the girls from the car and fuck her right there in the middle of traffic. Wavy blonde hair swung around her shoulders and blue eyes flashed with mischief. She drew her shirt up, revealing