Page 2 of Down & Dirty: Rage

Lexi shook her head. “No cuts at all. Would’ve told you that first if we had.”

“Don’t be fuckin’ lyin’ to me.”

“I’m not lying to you, Ash-hole. They tried to take out whoever was riding at the rear of the formation. We didn’t see them coming.”

“I find out you’re keepin’ shit from me ‘cause you want Vi and Indie to handle it…”

His cousin rolled her eyes. “You’re fucked up.”

“Told you this all-girls MC was fucked up!” exploded from him.

“We’re women, not girls. And I have no reason to lie.”

Rage shook his head. “Yeah, right. Who knows with you women. If not the Shadows, maybe you expected your ownfake enforcer to handle it.” He got into Lexi’s face. “But don’t even fuckin’ think about it.”

“If you haven’t noticed,Ashton, Piper is in a damn hospital bed right now. She isn’t able to do anything. She needs to heal.”

“Today proves you women shouldn’t be playin’ bikers,” Zeke said as he joined them.

Lexi rolled her eyes and shook her head. “You’re not our president, Zeke.Iam.”

“And look where that fuckin’ landed you,” the DAMC president countered.

“It could’ve been random.”

“Warned you fuckin’ women ‘bout the Twisted Souls andLa Cosa Nostra. Told you to be cautious. But fuck that, right? Gotta be stubborn,” Rage growled.

One of her eyebrows rose. “Do you want to talk about who’s stubborn?”

“Think you girls were targeted?” Zeke asked next in a rare moment of him trying to be calm and sensible.

“Of fuckin’ course they were targeted,” Rage bit off.

Zeke ignored him. “Who the hell’s injured besides Pip?”

“From what I know so far, they’re treating both Bri and Lyric for some minor brush burn, but Piper got the worst of it. They knocked her into the other two.”

Probably like a goddamn bowling ball.

“Pip gonna be okay?” Rage demanded.

“Yes, but she’ll probably have to stay at least a few days.”

“Lyric?” He quickly added, “And Bri?”

“They should be released shortly once their brush burns are cleaned up.”

Thank fuckin’ fuck.

While good news, it didn’t lessen the urge to strangle the fuck out of those bikers. The women could’ve been killed.

“How many of you were ridin’?” Zeke asked. “Know Vi wasn’t with you since she was with us.”

Violet, the manager of In the Shadows Security, had already been at the pig roast Zeke had thrown to officially introduce his three-year-old son to the club members.

The rest of the AFMC had been headed over to the DAMC clubhouse to join them when they were attacked.

Because that was how Rage was labeling it: a fucking attack.