Free Charlie's Heart: MC Romance (Burning Bastards MC Book 3) by Ryder Dane Page B

where she stashed the car. The place is rural and no one would notice the car for days if not weeks. So if we can’t find them, they can’t find them either, there should be no problem sticking with the plan right? They are gone and you suspected the biker gang kidnapped them right? So the kid came by to collect the ransom money and you refused, he jumped on you and you put his head into the wall. You have been distraught and needed to amend the complaint.”
    He put his hand on the sheriff’s shoulder, drank a few swallows of the drink, and handed it over to the trembling mad man. “Here you go, buddy, if we stick to the same story, we’ll be fine.” He grinned and said, “Just think, we get to plan a nice thank you for the judge. When everything is said and done, and the state boys go home, we can give Selma Pearson and her biker fuck boyfriend something to think about before we kill them.”
    The sound of clapping startled the men and they turned to see Big Dog leaning against the doorjamb clapping his hands and smiling. Vince reached for his side arm and heard the sound of a shotgun being jacked back and forth in a rapid sound. He held his arms away from his body, and felt the Glock taken from the holster at his side. “What do you want?”
    The laughter rumbling from the huge motherfucker grated on his nerves. He glanced over his shoulder and changed his mind about attempting a run for it. The Bastard the club called Blue had a twelve gauge sawed off locked and loaded on him, and the fucker was grinning.
    Howard opened his mouth to say something but thought better of it until he finished the last swallow of his drink, and hurtled the glass at the doorway where Big Dog had just moved away from. “Fucker.” The fist to his face was a surprise, and it made him see stars for a second before he swung his balled up hand toward the big fucker. His fist connected with the biker’s wrist, and without understanding how it happened, his wrist was grabbed and his arms were pulled behind his back while Vince’s handcuffs went around his wrists. “Look, we can make a deal, your club will be off limits in this county, as long as you don’t fuck around and get sloppy so there are no witnesses, you all can run the place, right, Vince?” He looked at the Sheriff, who was now holding his pistol with the help of another hand encased in a black leather glove holding his finger on the trigger.
    “What the hell? Vince, don’t let him make you do it, we’re friends for God’s sake, no one will believe you killed your best friend in cold blood.” The sound of the .40 caliber round being shot was the last sound he heard with any clarity. He looked down to his chest and saw the bright red pattern of his life’s blood rushing to the bullet hole and escaping onto the former white shirt.
    The gun was removed from the sheriff’s fingers and he knew he would be next. Nothing he could say would change the biker’s mind.
    “You know, I tried to deal with you in an honorable fashion, and look at the way you treat me and my brothers. You are the arrogant fuck here, asshole, first trying to get us to bring you an abused slave and a teenager who was being groomed to be that fucker’s toy. Then you fucked with a kid, one of us. You already know you’re going to die tonight, but I plan to make you beg for it before I let you kill yourself. I’ll even give you some hope that you can walk into the sunshine in the morning. All you have to do is win the fight, all you have to do is knock me out before I make you wish you’re mother had spit you out when your goatfuckin’ daddy screwed her. See? I fight like a man. So take your best shot, motherfucker.”
    Within mere seconds after he made contact with his fist to Big Dog’s chest, he was tossed around like a basketball hitting the wall. He kept getting up, it was his only chance to live, but when he landed face first in Howard’s chest, with his mouth lying in Howard’s blood, it was