Page 33 of Caged Hunger

A grim smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.

“So, I’m going to have a little chat with their boss and find out what happened to our shipment. If they still have it, we’ll be taking it back. If they don’t…” He shrugged. “We’re going to crack some heads until somebody tells us where it went.”

Blade gave a hoot beside Basher, while Caden added a “Fuckin’ right!”

“Bash? Are you good with getting a little messy?” Marcus asked, throwing an evil grin over at him.

“Arlene’s been dying for a little attention,” he said with a grin, dragging his hand along the surface, like he was promising her something violent and satisfying.

“Arlene?” Blade asked, looking down at his bat.

Basher smirked. “Yeah. She’s one tough bitch who’s always looking for a fight.”

Blade nodded with a smile.

“I hear ya, brother.” He pulled out the blades from behind his back. “These are my babies. They are the baddest fuckers you will ever meet.”

“Nice to meet you both, ladies,” Basher responded, tilting his head toward them in reverence.

“You two are fucking weird,” Caden muttered from the front seat.

Basher gave him the finger.

Twenty minutes later, they parked outside an auto body shop run by the crew believed to have stolen the laptop shipment intended for Basher’s crew out in Vegas.

Marcus had arranged for an employee at a major computer company to “accidentally” reroute a shipment to the Death Cruisers MC. The merchandise was meant as payment for a drug run Bradly and his crew were handling for him.

Since the shipment never made it to Vegas, Marcus was still on the hook for the money—an unacceptable position to be in.

Hence the muscle.

Hence the firepower.

He needed to make an example of these punks. Show other crews that the Shadow Vipers were not to be messed with.

There was power in fear. And if one was going to survive in the criminal underworld, fear was what kept people in line.

Climbing out of the van, the four men crossed the lot and strode up to the open bay doors. They stopped just inside the entrance, their presence alone enough to draw the attention of the two grease-stained mechanics working inside.

Both men looked up from their work, confused.

Basher stood behind Marcus with his bat resting across one shoulder, a deep scowl carved into his face. He said nothing. He didn't need to. Between his size, the weapon, and the cold look in his eyes, he was already delivering the message Marcus wanted them to hear. The conversation hadn't even started, and the threat was already hanging in the air.

“So, which one of you is going to get me your boss?” Marcus asked, his voice deep and menacing.

The shorter of the two glanced at his buddy before nodding and quickly disappearing into the back.

Basher took in his surroundings, eyes catching on the man slowly moving in behind them.

The idiot didn’t think anyone was aware of his presence.

A moment later, a cocky-looking man emerged from the back, wearing dirty coveralls and gripping a large metal pipe.

Man, these guys really were stupid, Basher thought to himself, still tracking the man’s movements behind him without letting on that he was aware of his presence.

“I hear you’re lookin’ for me,” the man announced without even introducing himself.

Marcus took a step into the bay.