My body was still shocked from the fight with Coal when the gunshots went off upstairs. If I had actually gone through with fucking China Doll then I would have never made it in time to save Emily. I did my best to calm Emily down and made sure my Remington was still loaded. Coal was dead and the MC was going to destroy us for it. More shots rang off. Probably a shotgun. I could hear some yelling but couldn't make anything out. Whatever it was, it wasn't good.
I made my way slowly up the stairs, my gun drawn and pointed at the door above me. This had to be Byron hitting us. I gave Emily one last look before ascending—a look that confirmed that she was safe and everything was going to be fine. I'd never let any harm come to her.
The door at the top of the stairs was slightly ajar. My gun poked through the crack, swinging the door open. A Mexican dressed in a Death Merchants cut was pointing a gun at one of my brothers on the ground. E-Z was full of holes, his blood pouring out. I opened fire on the Mexican, unloading my entire clip, yelling E-Z's name. Bullets screamed through the air hitting the Mexican in the chest and head, chunks of brain and skull scattering like confetti. He dropped to the ground next to E-Z with a blank stare.
I ran to E-Z's side but it was too late. His white wife-beater was stained red and his eyes were glazed over. There was no time to grieve. I stepped over the bodies of a few prospects and hookers as I reloaded my Remington. The bar looked like a horror scene—Cash was slumped over the bar amid broken glass, a big hole in his head. I walked outside to see Blaze laying in the dirt clutching his chest. Two Mexicans on bikes rode off, spiting dust behind them. I fired as many shots as I could before they were out of view. I looked to my bike and then back at Blaze. I still had time to catch up to the Mexicans.
I kneeled down next to Blaze and put pressure on his chest. He coughed up blood, trying to speak. “Pain...”
“Don't speak, Blaze. I need to get an ambulance.” My hands were slipping on his chest from all the blood. He wasn't going to last much longer.
Blaze shook his head. He whispered but I couldn't hear him. I leaned down and put my ear to his lips. “It's too late for me.” His words were barely audible. “Don't let those fucking wetbacks get away with this.”
I looked into Blaze's eyes and nodded. “They'll all die by my hands.” Blaze's breathing stopped with a gasp and his hand relaxed and fell into the dirt. I stood up and dropped my gun, my fingers numb from shock. The Mexicans had completely decimated us.
I went back into the MC to find Tater and Tank covering the dead bodies with blankets. The police would be here soon. “What the fuck happened?” I asked.
Tater shrugged his shoulders and sighed. “The Mexicans came out of nowhere. We didn't even have a chance.” Tater pointed to one of the dead bodies. “I took one of them down but there were too many of them.”
Tank balled his hands into fists. “Where's the Prez? We need to hit them back right now.”
There was no getting around it. “Prez is dead. E-Z is dead. Cash is gone...Coal is dead.”
Tater began to shake. “Holy fuck...We're the only ones left.”
“What the fuck are we going to do?” Tank asked.
I shook my head. “I have no fucking clue. All I know is that the Mexicans need to pay for this.”
“Think the Blacks hired them for revenge?” Tater said.
I went over to the bar and Tank helped me lower Cash's heavy body to the ground. “It's possible. We knew the Blacks had a deal going on with the Mexicans,” Tank said.
“We don't have the manpower to hit the Mexicans back. We'll just get slaughtered,” Tater murmured.
The shock and fear wore off and was replaced with pure hatred. The Mexicans were going to fucking die even if it meant my death. “We need to find out if the Blacks are in with the Mexicans. We need Byron's help.” I looked towards the basement door. “And I know exactly how were going to get it.”