The Biker's Claim
Red butterfly chasing my rejected wifepursuing my ex wife isn't easy
Tank and Ghost arive shortly.
“ Damn it! This rat tricked us here to finish his job?” Tank observes,his foot licking a crate sending it flying across the space.
Ghost doesn't say anything but his expression is ugly.
I crouch in front of Snake, my knife pressed to his throat. “Talk,” I growl. “Who is your boss? Why’s he coming after me?”
Snake’s eyes dart between us, desperate. He is cornered and he knows it.
“You’re fucked, Viper,” he spits, his voice shaking.