Own It (Burning Bastards Book 4)

By Ryder Dane

Amy Remis is done trying to catch the eyes of the two men that she’s been crushing on since she was fourteen. Or at least, that’s her new goal. Really, who needs that kind rejection day in and day out. Plus, it’s not like she doesn’t have enough to deal with. Between working, sleuthing, and keeping family secrets, she really doesn’t have time for them anyway... Right?

Max and Sailor have had their eyes on the feisty blonde forever. They want to make their move, but issues keep piling up around the Bastard’s clubhouse. People are coming up missing, and the cops want to pin it on the local MC. Adding to the fun, they have at least one snitch. Not that any of this will stop them from going after the one woman who is everything they’ve ever needed.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Vinvatar Publishing
• Release date: Apr 20, 2016
• ISBN: 9781945012310

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Chapter 1

Holy fuck.  You guys need to get a look at this.  It’s all over the internet.  Even the local news showed it this morning.  Alice, Tiny’s mother in law, who they had elected to take care of the bar and clubhouse, was checking her Facebook this morning.  She came across a video that had gone viral in a matter of hours.  The counter showed over half a million views so far, and she could see why.  She turned her laptop toward the room, clicked on the arrow, and turned up the volume.

They all knew the location that was featured on the screen.  It was the Junkman’s place.  The sight of a man walking into the office, and roughing up Wally’s daughter didn’t set well with any of the men.  Lindy was a sweet kid, with a bright smile and trusting nature.  She was a little strange, but being as she was the Junkman’s baby girl, she was hands off, unless he approved of the man she chose.  When the asshole grabbed the girl’s breasts, squeezing them so hard that she’d cried out and begged him to let her go, four chairs scooted back from the table where the men watched the video on the laptop.

A tall, dark blonde woman, with a wicked body and evil temper, came through the door, yelling at the DEA agent to leave the girl alone.  She shoved the man away from the girl and was grabbed and slammed into the service counter for her bravery.  Cuffs were slapped on her wrists, and the asshole agent took his time running his hands over her body, pinching and squeezing, as he frisked her.  When his hand cupped between her legs, it was obvious that he was doing more than checking for weapons.  She stomped on his foot, and he let her go with a slap to the side of her head.  He called her some names including, a trashy bitch, and biker slut.  His words, I am the cops you dumb cunt, kept running in text under the video until the ending scene stopped as they loaded her into the back of a dark sedan.  Wally was standing nearby in the background of the picture looking disgusted.

The images of Agent Keene, as well as, the other agent that had assaulted both women, were clearly visible in the video, and every man in the club knew that they would remember that fucker if they saw him again.  His name didn’t matter because as far as they were concerned it was John Doe.

I think I look pretty damn photogenic, if I do say so myself, Wally joked, as he walked into the room where the men were watching the video for the second time.  He was grinning from ear to ear.  It would be nice to be a mouse in the corner of the room when the boss sees his boys in action.

Alice handed him a mug of coffee, then took her laptop back behind the bar.  Within seconds they could hear her typing on the keys, clicking away, muttering to herself about abusive motherfuckers, and questioning what the world was coming to.  They were so used to hearing her talking to her buddies in chat rooms and G-mail, that they gave up guessing what she was bitching about by now.  She was sharing the video, which pleased Wally since his intention had been for the thing to go viral.

Those fuckers have been trying to shake me down for over a month now.  First, I caught sight of someone checking the place out from ‘ol lady Ferguson's place.  I saw the sunlight reflecting off the lens of their camera.  I know it was a camera, because I went into the shed and came back out with my 308, and looked at them through the scope.  I scared the fuck out of the bastard too.  He sipped his coffee while he balanced on the back legs of the battered chair.  "Then, I started to get all these inspections.  The fucking EPA showed up.  The county zoning guy showed up; then the health department showed up to test the ground water for contaminants. You name it, and they've been there to bitch about it.  For every test they took, I took samples from the exact same spots while they were there. Should of seen their faces when I told them I would have them independently tested myself.  Pissed ‘em off to no end, especially that twit from the health department.

"Three weeks ago, two car loads of DEA pricks show up to go over the place.  Last week they showed up again, that time they gave the office girls a hard time.  Amy got her panties in a wad, ‘cause two of them felt her up and went through her purse.  I guess she was ragging it, and they were stupid enough to say something about her choice of feminine products.  She told me after they left that the next time they came, she was going to have a surprise waiting.

Next thing I know; I’m investing a few thousand in surveillance equipment.  Seeing my girl looking like an evil genius while she downloaded that video, putting the coffin bait’s face up close for everyone in the world to see, is going to pay off.  I hated to watch him lay his hands on poor Lindy, but that video is going to get his ass fried.  They took Amy to jail and grilled her for two hours before letting her call a lawyer.  We got everything documented.  That Amy is a smart one; she reminds me of her momma.  Portia was an evil bitch, but she was the best old lady I ever had.

I want to spread the word that, that blue balled, jug fucker is off limits.  Let the DEA deal with him.  I don’t like him taking up space above ground, but he’ll be the example to those fuckers.  Come after ours, and we will fight, beating you at your own game, motherfuckers.

He finished the dregs in his mug, then stood up to go.  Let’s hope he don’t go and kill himself in shame cause his ugly ass ain’t so pretty online.  He took the mug and set it on the bar before he turned back to see Rabbit putting on his gloves.  By the way, watch yourselves and the boys, some rat bastard has been saying we’re the local drug runners in the area.  I'm guessing that’s what’s brought all this shit to my door.  My guess is they popped some big wheel’s kid with meth or weed, and they needed to make a deal to keep the kid out of the papers.  Easy enough to throw the local club under the bus.

You guys should see what Amy had Lindy doing when I left.  She printed a big picture of that pervert, bought a bunch of balloons, and taped the picture on the balloons.  She's teaching our Lindy how to kick the fucker’s balls into his guts.  Lindy fell on her ass one time, but the rest of the time she spends kicking it and punching the picture.  Amy says it’s therapy for her, but I think Lindy is beginning to enjoy it a little too much.  Next thing we know, she’ll be here at the bar slugging back shots and busting you boys' heads.

Rabbit left the building, and not long after, they heard his putt fire up.  It took more than a few kicks, which told the men waiting that he needed to do some maintenance on his ride, but never mentioned it to any of them. 

They knew Rabbit was a stoolie.  They knew he’d flipped on them sometime in the past year, and as soon as his usefulness was finished, so was he.  It was a damn shame too.  All he had to do was talk to the Club President, and they would have found a way to help a brother.  If it was a matter of needing legal counsel, they had three, well-heeled, lawyers in the club that rarely lost a case.  No, for a guy like Steven Rabinskivitch, aka Rabbit, to have turned on his family, it had to be something bigger than money, or even the threat of getting arrested.

Skids and Pinky flipped the table they’d been sitting at and, sure enough, there was a flat, black disc stuck to the bottom of the tabletop.  They turned the table back upright and set the chairs around it.  Pee Wee went to the shitter to look around; it was the only other room in the clubhouse where Rabbit had gone without being observed.

Pee Wee came out of the bathroom holding a Glock .40 that had seen better days.  He was looking grim.  The pistol had been a nice piece at one time.  It was a damn shame that the jackoff let a weapon like this get so fucking filthy that it probably wouldn’t fire worth a shit, even if a man were brave enough to try. 

Pee Wee held it upside down by the trigger guard, while Pinky grabbed the bandana from his back pocket to take it from him.  Seeing the looks on the faces of at least two of the men watching the exchange, Pee Wee was damn glad to be rid of it.  He might not be the sharpest knife in the collection, but he knew a set up when he saw one.  Rabbit’s days above ground were numbered.  It was only a matter of time.

Wally shook his head in disbelief.  It was one thing to turn traitor, but to dig up a weapon that had been buried for the past few years, and bring it into the crib, that was sacrilege.  Until they knew who Rabbit was reporting to, and why, he would be allowed to come and go at will.  It would make his end more painful; the dumb fucker had to know this, and yet he still turned. 

Wally took the weapon and slid it into the inside pocket of his leather. 

"Remember; I want you boys to spread the word.  We are not retaliating against anyone.  We’ve been doing good going legit for the past few years.  The Feds can’t help but feel suspicious.  We’re just your average men’s club now, and they have no reason left to harass us.  From what I’ve heard, since states are legalizing pot right and left, a shit ton of those DEA agents will be out of work.  Times are changing.  Too bad those motherfuckers don’t understand that people grow up.

"Amy has the suits trying to put a stop to this harassment.  Don’t be shocked if they come to the clubhouse.  It has been a couple of years since the last thorough ass cleaning they gave us.

"Oh, and Max will be back in the saddle on Tuesday.  The Heifer and Whiskey are picking him up.  They’re dropping the bogus charges on him, but still fucking around about it, just because they