The Bare Bones MC Box Set (Vols 1-6) by Layla Wolfe

Author:Layla Wolfe
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Motorcycle, Romance
Publisher: Layla Wolfe
Published: 2016-11-24T00:00:00+00:00

EPILOGUE

KNOXIE

Six months later

When someone loses something important there’s a tendency to draw the others closer around them.

The Bare Bones closed ranks after Ziggy’s murder. They practically went on lockdown, sending a few soldiers into the desert to track down Riker. Knoxie usually went on these runs, now armed with an AR-15. Riker might not remember Knoxie from when they were coming up, that was Ford’s reasoning. Knoxie might be incognito. Knoxie was happy to do these runs, although he never turned up the pinche guey former sergeant-at-arms himself, Riker, the epitome of all that was rank, crass, low, and filthy.

That fucker just had nine lives with his ability to elude his enemies. Riker had somehow figured out that Rafael was working with the DEA, so he’d breezed right past the truck stop where the undercover agents were waiting. He had probably intended to make the delivery and collect his percentage at Bihari, but the arrival of The Bare Bones had put a damper on that. He had made off with the dope to live another day.

Pissed about how Riker had just popped Rafael in the head, execution style, while commandeering the horse truck through Merry-go-round Canyon, Knoxie took out a few of the Presención dealers himself. The Bare Bones worked with the Ochoa cartel, so it was no big deal to hit a few low-level Presención runners, spitters who sold dinky little dime bags, swallowing them if the heat was on. Knoxie didn’t want to think about what had happened to Rafael’s sister, held hostage in Sonora without a pinkie finger.

As predicted, the club started calling Knoxie Rex Havox instead of Flip, much to his relief, even before he was fully patched. He had definitely wreaked a lot of havoc during his time as a Prospect. He was finally utilizing his old SEAL skills and putting them to good use. He even joined Ford in plotting the bombing of a few grow houses, a few stash houses of the Presencións. There had been an epidemic of indoor pot growers since the housing bust, and they were eating into the profit of legitimate farms like Lytton’s Leaves of Grass.

It was this exciting work that kept Knoxie on his toes constantly. It got him out of the clubhouse during the lockdown phase, that winter when it seemed to never stop raining, and people were going stir crazy. But after a while, it seemed that there would be no retaliation from the Presencións, things returned to normal, and plans for the annual fish fry resumed. Knoxie reasoned the Presencións must’ve still thought Knoxie was a member of The Cutlasses.

The fish fry used to be monthly, but they quit holding it last October when everything had gone tits up. It was a huge event held at the airfield where The Citadel was located. The P&E Bare Bones charter was the dominant charter, but brothers came from Phoenix, Flagstaff, and Prescott. Knoxie had never taken part before, and they assigned him the role of emptying trash cans and recycling.

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