Wolf Riders MC
No matter how much I wanted to reshape his face, this was now a fight between him and Prez…
“You fight me in The Ring or not at all,” Prez growled low, walking up to Rabbit. And with that, he ripped the patch off his cut, the tearing sound echoing in the big room. “I either claim your blood – or I claim this!” He held it up to his face. “Your choice!”
“You fucking---,” Rabbit screamed furiously and tried to get out of my hold. But I gripped him tighter, making him scream in pain.
“You know the code,” he continued, gesturing to me, and I nodded. Most men gritted their teeth as they knew what was about to happen.