Page 1 of Down & Dirty: Rage

Chapter One

“Where the fuck is she?”Rage roared as he burst through the emergency room doors the second they slid open far enough for him to wedge his big ass through them.

“Which one?”

His head twisted toward the voice to see his cousin, Indie, standing with a few other DAMC women and Asia Moore. Asia was also a member of that bullshit all-women’s MC, Angels of Fury.

He expected Magnum, the former sergeant at arms for the Dark Knights MC, to come exploding through those automatic doors soon.

Unless he didn’t know about this clusterfuck. Rage wouldn’t put it past the nineteen year old to try to hide what happened from her parents. Except word normally traveled fast between the club allies, so she wouldn’t be able to keep it secret for long. Especially since Asia’s mother was Cait. And Cait was long-time DAMC member Dawg’s daughter.

So yeah, since Asia was considered both DAMC andDark Knights’ property she wouldn’t able to keep any of this shit a secret.

If she somehow managed it, Rage would be having some words with the Knights’ current sergeant at arms, Voodoo. That club, along with the Blood Fury MC, needed to know that any women in their goddamn bullshit female MC were at risk.

At least from what Rage could see, Asia and Indie looked to be uninjured.

His gaze sliced through the ER to see it was already packed with DAMC family. He was sure as fuck the hospital security would be trying to limit their numbers soon since most of the occupants in the waiting room wore their club colors.

Including those fucking Angels of Fury.

He ground his teeth, then pulled a long breath in through his flared nostrils.

He was starting to unravel and the last thing he needed was to lose his shit in the hospital. He’d end up cuffed and stuffed into the back of a pig’s cage, leaving him no way to find out what the fuck happened to the women he promised to protect when he was voted in as the DAMC sergeant at arms a few years ago.

Keeping everyone safe was his responsibility.

As was revenge.

Even so, he reminded himself that he couldn’t focus on only one of the injured women, he needed to focus on them all.

He spotted a certain woman he needed to have a goddamn word with.

Lexi.

The so-called fucking president of the AFMC.

Also his cousin.

And a redhead.

Who liked to go head-to-head with him like it was a goddamn sport.

But today, she was not going to fucking win.

In a few long strides, he stood toe-to-toe with her.

Of course, her steel-blue eyes narrowed on him immediately.

Some men might be afraid of her, but the fuck if he was.

Lexi shoved her open palm in front of his face, making him jerk his head back. “I don’t want to fucking hear it.”

Fuck that. “Woman, you’re gonna fuckin’ hear it. But some shit I gotta say can wait. Right now, wanna hear what the fuck happened. And don’t you fuckin’ dare leave a goddamn thing out. Not one, Lex. You see the fuckers who ran you girls off the road?”

“Bikers.”

“No fuckin’ shit. They wearin’ anythin’ that would identify them?”