Memphis – Satan’s Fury MC – Little Rock Read Online L. Wilder

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Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 77999 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
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Many a brawl was shut down because of his mere size and burly appearance, and I hoped he’d be around to shut down many more. “What happened?”

Anguish marked my father’s face as he explained, “We’re still trying to piece everything together, but someone ran up on them when they were closing down for the night.”

“Was this a random hit, or is someone trying to send a message?”

“There’s no question about that. Hell, everybody knows the Vault belongs to us.”

He had a point.

Everyone in the state knew we owned the Vault, so whoever did this knew exactly what they were doing. “Could it have been the Vipers?”

“They wouldn’t have the balls to do something like this, especially after the warning Prez gave them last week,” Seven answered. “It had to be someone else.”

Eager for answers, I turned to Shep and asked, “What about last night’s security footage?”

“Already on it.”

Shep turned on the TV overhead, and tension crackled around us as we waited for him to pull up the security feed. It flickered a couple of times, and then the grainy security footage from our bar’s parking lot appeared on the screen. I leaned forward for a better look and saw a couple of the girls making their way out to their vehicles.

I spotted Big Louie standing off to the side, watching with a big smile as the girls said their goodbyes and drove off. They’d barely cleared out when a black Charger pulled into the frame.

“Here we go.”

Time seemed to crawl. We all knew what was coming, but that didn’t make it any easier to watch. Lil’ Nix was doing his final rounds, checking the perimeter and making sure no one was left behind. He was completely unaware of the danger that was creeping up on him. But Big Louie saw, and he started over to Nix.

My fists clenched when the back window of the Charger started to roll down. A shadowy figure leaned out, and then, in a flash, the muzzle of a gun appeared and was aimed directly at Nix. The footage had no sound, but in my mind, I could hear the deafening crack of the gunshot.

Big Louie lunged forward, just in time for the bullet to pierce his chest instead of Nix’s. The force of the hit caused him to flail backward, but he quickly regained his footing and scrambled to get to Nix before the next shot rang out.

But he was too late.

They shot him in the fucking head.

It was tough to watch Nix’s lifeless body drop to the ground. It was even tougher to watch the guy take another shot at Louie. He’d tried to do everything he could to help Nix, but this time, he went down—all the way down. The Charger inched closer, and once they were right up on Nix and Louie, the passenger side door opened and two of them got out.

They were both wearing dark clothes with hoodies over their heads, covering their faces as they took hold of Nix’s arm and dragged him over to the dumpster. As soon as he had him out of the view of the street, they did the same with Louie. Then, they got back in the car and sped off, leaving our prospect and friend tucked away with the trash.

“Damn it!” I slammed my fist on the table, the sound echoing in the silent room. “I’m gonna kill ‘em. Every last one of ‘em!”

“We gotta find them first.”

The room erupted into a mix of anger and determination. We were pissed, but beneath the rage, there was a shared grief for the loss of one of our own. My eyes wandered over to Grim, and like most in the room, his face was twisted with anger. I could feel the rage vibrating off him as he sat back in his chair with his fists clenched tight like he was about to blow. I felt the same rage coursing through me.

This club was my life.

I’d grown up around the men of Fury and considered each and every one of them family. And someone—I had no idea who, had killed one of them, and I was bound and determined to make them pay. “There’s gotta be a way we can track these fuckers down.”

“I’ll check the other cameras.” Shep started typing away at his laptop as he continued, “Maybe I can get a look at the license plate or the shooter.”

The room fell silent as we waited for him to check the feed. After several moments, Shep shook his head and said, “I can’t get a clear view.”

“Damn.” Prez stepped over to him and peered down at the computer screen. “Any distinguishing marks or something we could use to find these assholes?”

“There’s a dent in the front fender and a cracked taillight.”

“Well, that’s something.”

“Check surveillance for the past couple of weeks.” Shep’s eyes narrowed with confusion until I explained, “Good chance this wasn’t the first time they’d been at the bar.”


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