Chapter 24

 

Leaving her was hell. I hated it. I didn’t want to, but I do want this shit finished. The first place we looked was a bust. There wasn’t anything or any signs of those motherfuckers there. Dragon’s intel has us pulling up to another MC. I can’t say that I like this shit either.  My nerves are on edge as it is. Meeting a new club? Not at the top of my damn to do list. The parking lot is loaded with bikes. This club is way bigger than ours is. I don’t like the feeling that rolls around in the pit of my stomach. I glance around, taking in our surroundings incase things go bad. I hope like fuck that they don’t, though.

“This it?” Glancing over at Dragon, he nods. I can tell he’s just as wound the fuck up as I am.

“Yeah. Keep straight. They are supposed to be good guys.” I’m pretty sure I’ve heard that before, and it didn’t end so well. We cut the engines and climb off our bikes. I make note of my gun in the back of my jeans, the one in the holster under my cut, and the one strapped to my ankle. Hell yeah, I come prepared.

“Just stay alert.” Glancing around at all of us, we nod and follow Dragon to the front door. It flies open, and a shit ton of men come walking through it.

“You must be Hell’s Fire.” The man eyes us up and down. Dragon nods, taking a step forward.

“I’m Dragon. You must be Hell’s Country.” The man nods, extending his hand. Dragon takes it in his before the man pulls him into a hug.

“Anyone after the goddamn Throwers, is welcome in my house!” The man laughs before introducing himself as Bear. I can see why, too. The big hairy motherfucker is bigger than Dragon, and that’s saying something.

“Let’s drink boys. We got shit to discuss.” We follow them inside and meet up with the rest of his crew. I must say, they all seem pretty straight.

That doesn’t always mean anything, though. We’ve had these kinds of run-ins before.

We follow Bear to the bar where he motions for us to sit.

I drop down next to Dragon as my eyes scan the room for any sign of possible threats.

“So, let’s talk. Throwers are on your radar for a reason.” Dragon nods before taking a long pull of the beer that was set in front of him. 

Dragon told Bear basically everything that happened, including the part about Angel. Bear has kept his eye on me the whole time, which sets something off inside my head.

“You know they change, right?” His eyes still linger on me. I don’t know what the fuck he’s talking about but it’s making me uneasy.

“What changes?” Meeting his gaze, he smirks.

“Women. I married one. She came in here strung out and fucked half the club. I looked at her differently than the others. She was lost and lookin’ for somethin’. I gave it to her. We have four kids now. Best woman I know.” A sense of pride swells in my chest. I know Angel is different, I’ve always known.

“I’m glad it worked for you, brother. I know what I got. Don’t plan on losin’ it.” Bear smiles as he nods his head.

“So, this Throwers shit. We’re on if you want the backup. I have a little intel on a location. I just wanted to see what all they fucked up, with you guys.” Dragon blows out a breath, before running his hand through his hair.

“Let’s do this then. We need to get this shit finished in a timely manner.” I can tell Dragon is irritated.

“Give me a few minutes. Let me make a call.” Nodding at Bear, Dragon turns to look at me.

“You got any feelin’s on this?” Dragon asks me. I shrug before grabbing my beer.

“They want them dead, I say, let them lead the way. We’ve pulled out all our stops, Dragon. I don’t like draggin’ other clubs along but whatever gets us there.” I tell him. Dragon nods knowing that it’s the truth.

“Go out there and tell the guys to get ready. I’ll wait on Bear.” Slapping a hand on his shoulder, I stand, taking my beer with me.

Dragon chuckles. Shaking his head, I walk out the front doors to where Ghost and Roc are waiting. They stand there laughing and shooting the shit.

“You girls ready for war?” I holler. They both turn to look at me with smiles on their faces.

“We finishin’ this shit?” Nodding once, Roc grins. He wants this shit as badly as I do.

“Fuck yeah. It’s about time.” Ghost walks toward me, pulling me into a hug.

“Once this is over, you take a break with your girl.” He says, pulling back. I nod my head. That won’t be a problem. 

***

We’re surrounded by all the Hell’s Country, men. It’s a strange feeling to have so many bikes in one place. The road is covered. It’s also strange to have another club riding with us. We’re typically solo for the most part. That’s what keeps us together. We run our shit, we take our rides, but we do it our way. Pulling to a stop, everyone cuts their engines and climbs off their bikes.

I follow suit, looking around the area.

“Their makeshift clubhouse is on the other side of that warehouse. They hear this many bikes rollin’ in, no doubt they’ll run.” Dragon looks at Bear before looking over his shoulder at us.

“We run it. My boys have a personal interest in this shit.” Bear grins before nodding his head. Dragon filled him in, he knows.

“We’re here for backup, brother. You do what you need to do. We handle what’s left.” Dragon and Bear shake hands before Dragon turns, walking toward us.

“You guys got it. You wanted it, here it is. Bear’s boys will run backup. We got free range.” Dragon announces. My stomach leaps inside of me. I love the sound of that. My fingers twitch, ready to pull the trigger or slice through a throat. This has been a long time coming, and now that the time is here, I’m ready. Dragon looks at each of us in the eye, like he always does.

“We don’t leave a brother. We get ambushed, we all go.” Nodding our heads, we all know the drill. This is what we are. We are a bonded family. We don’t leave anyone behind. If we go down, we go down as a family. We fight until the very end.

“Let’s do this.” Nodding my head at Dragon, I crack my neck from side to side.

We begin the short walk toward the warehouse with Hell’s Country right behind us.

It’s a strange feeling having them back there, but it’s a good one, too. At least if we come up against too many Throwers, we have that backup in place. We march, like a goddamn army. If it was any other situation it would be amusing to see. I’m glad that we have that kind of loyalty, though. It means that we will always have some kind of backup in place. 

I can hear the laughter coming from the other side of the warehouse. It grates on my last nerve. The monster inside of me is being called out, and I’m letting him go full force. I close my eyes briefly as the visions of blood surround me. It’s always been a high for me.  The feeling that shoots through me when I’m in that kind of zone is something I can’t describe. Every fiber of my being is reaching out, searching for that crimson liquid that sets my soul at ease.

Dragon signals to us and the Country. We split in half. Half going right, half going left. My heart slams in my chest as I take the lead to the right. My chest is tight, my finger’s caressing the trigger of my gun. I’m ready for this. I’m ready to watch these motherfuckers fall. I peek around the corner, my senses on high alert. Seeing those motherfuckers laughing and having a good time pisses me off. They should all be dead. They should all be six feet under for what they did. Twirling my finger in the air, I signal to the guys that we’re moving.

Stepping around the edge of the building, I start firing. Shots ring through the party as bodies start to fall.

I see Roc, and the rest of the guys moving in on their side as well.  A small smile creeps across my face as I see the look on Roc’s face. That motherfucker is deadly right now. Shots are fired back at us, but we had the element of surprise on our side. They didn’t see us coming. Screams can be heard for miles, but it’s the low-life President that I now see running for cover, that pisses me off. He’s just leaving his men behind to be murdered.

“Bastard,” Mumbling under my breath, I feel a burn rip through my chest. My world spins around me but I maintain my balance.

“You’re hit!” Ghost hollers over the sounds of the commotion that’s going on around us. I glance down, bringing my fingers to my chest. I see the blood, but the adrenaline is keeping the pain at bay.

I’m too amped for this shit to stop me now.

“Get me inside to that motherfucker!” I roar.  Ghost knows I saw him running. He nods his head before shooting a straight line to the clubhouse door.