Free Saved (Lucifer's Legion Motorcycle Club #4) by Kelli Maine Page A

ain’t lookin’ at Butch, or the Boss – they only have eyes for each other.
    The Boss takes a few steps towards Butch, his expensive shoes crackling on the dirt, until he’s standin’ just a couple feet away from him, lookin’ him right in the eyes. “Neither the Cartel, nor any other organization, will deal with you ever again. No slaves. No drugs. Nothing. Not even if you’re giving it away. You are amateurs. Unfit for purpose. Ride your bikes. Drink your beer. But the Lucifer’s Legion Motorcycle Club name will never again be associated with business. I promise you this. If the Cartel ever hears of LLMC again, in the sex trade, or any other illegal trade, we will not just stop you, we will destroy you. Consider yourselves blacklisted. Cursed. Your little bike club is finished.”
    The Boss then slowly puts on his sunglasses, turns around and gets back into the car, along with the muscle, who is still eyeing Randy like he wants to fill him with the contents of his pistol clip.
    The car screams into action, skidding a 180 on the lot, then shoots out into the road, leaving the three of us staring at it.
    “You motherfucker!”
    I turn and see Randy’s face bearin’ down on me. Before I can react he lands a hit, square on my jaw. The type that’s so quick you can barely feel it ‘til a few seconds later, when it’ll hurt like fuckin’ hell. Randy throws me to the ground and starts throwin’ punches like he’s in the ring. Butch yells something and starts runnin’ over.
    I get my shit together, and manage to throw Randy off to the side. Before I can land a hard fuckin’ slam in return Butch is between us.
    “Stop it you fucking assholes! This is the goddamn reason we’re in this shit in the first place!”
    Randy gets up, still rarin’ for a fight. He points a finger at me. “ This fucker is the reason we’re in this shit! Ain’t it obvious? Him and the bitch probably planned it all to fuck over the LLMC!”
    Randy sounds fuckin’ crazy, but the way Butch turns to me, waitin’ for what I’m about to say, makes me realize he ain’t too far from believin’ that shit himself.
    “Fuck you, Randy. The bitch took your knife first day she was here. You plan that with her, too?”
    Randy’s steaming, walkin’ around in circles and thumbin’ his nose like he’s staying hot for round two. “Bullshit. What the fuck was all that kissing? ” He looks at Butch. “What the fuck were they doin’ out there for days? Gettin’ married? That bitch got inside his mind. He’s a disloyal, lying son of a bitch. We should get rid of the fucker right here. ”
    “Disloyal? You tried to kill Angel just to screw me over! Lilith’s the one who fuckin’ got her back! You oughta be in fuckin’ preschool Randy, not trainin’. You’re good for shit!”
    “Calm the fuck down! Both of you!” Butch shouts, gettin’ both our attention. “As far as I’m fuckin’ concerned, you’ve both got shit for brains, and I oughta fucking fix it so both of you never see the inside of a bike club again. Randy, you brought that bitch in the first place. That’s on you. I mean, look at her,” Butch gestures towards the corpse of Lilith, and I feel that black hole in my chest again. “Should have known she would have been trouble the second you saw her. Fucking Satan tattoos all over. This ain’t no bitch to make a slave out of. Should have never brought her here. You’ve been acting like an amateur from the start.”
    Randy makes to speak but Butch raises a hand to shut him up, then looks at me.
    “And Luc, you should have left her dead in the desert. And she wasn’t trained either. What the fuck got into you? Maybe you’re not cut out for this anymore.”
    “I’m still the only--”
    “Shut it. I don’t wanna hear a fucking word from either of you. Right now we got a dead bitch on the lot, a nearly dead bitch at my house, and I’ve got a shitload of thinking to do.”
    “So what do we do?” Randy asks, still