On my knees, I stare into Ally’s eyes and raise my arms in surrender. Darting my eyes to the man with his arm wrapped around my girl’s throat, I glare at Joker.

“Let her go, Joker.”

He laughs sinisterly, tightening his hold on her, robbing her of the little oxygen her lungs can take.

“Let her fucking go,” I demand as she gasps for air.

“I’m sorry, Roamer, did you think you called the shots?” he sneers.

“No,” I say instantly. “But it’s me you want not her. Come on, you got me where you want me. Take your shot. Get your do vengeance.” 

Ally writhes against him, shaking her head violently.

“Your girl doesn’t seem to like that idea,” he comments. “Do you?” he questions her, digging the gun deeper into her flesh. “I know who you are.”

My brows knit in confusion and I push myself onto my feet.

The five Bastards instantly cock their guns and I go to reach for mine, quickly realizing I don’t have shit. All my guns are burning in hell.

Joker’s eyes flicker with mischief as he glowers at me.

“You really think I couldn’t find you all this time? Thought you were slick trying to stay under the radar, but I’ve known every fucking move you’ve made. Yeah, I could kill you for offing King, but like that stupid cunt you were fucking deserved death, so did that cocksucker.”

“Then what the fuck do you want?” I sneer.

He juts Ally forward, loosening his hold on her neck.

“This little bitch right here,” he growls. “Don’t worry, I won’t kill her,” he hisses, turning his attention back to me. “Not until she talks.”

“What the fuck are you talking about? You want to know something, ask me. I’m right fucking here, motherfucker. Let’s go,” I holler.

“Right, like I’d get a straight answer out of the pussy whipped fool who sticks his dick inside every fucking mole.”

“Mole?”

“Don’t fucking play me!” he rages. Taking his gun off Ally he points it at me and advances toward me, dragging Ally with him. She struggles as she stares at me. Those blue eyes call to me just as Chelsea’s did. They plead with me to do something. Anything. Again, I do nothing. I stand there, staring at her as Joker wildly flings his gun in my face.

“Pull the trigger,” I say as the sirens blare around us. “Pull the fucking trigger before you lose your chance.”

“Fuck you, Roamer. I’m the one in charge here. This is my rodeo,” he says, turning his attention back to Ally. “That Russian fuck planted that little cunt in my club and you’re going to tell me why.”

“She doesn’t know anything,” I shout. “She had no idea what happened to Chelsea. That Russian motherfucker kidnapped these girls when they were just kids. He fucking tortured them and then sold them,” I sneer.

“Your pussy must be good,” Joker sneers against Ally’s ear. “He didn’t put up this much of a fight for the other treacherous bitch. He just stood there and let us kill her. I might have to try it myself.”

“The fuck you will.”

I turn around at the sound of the familiar voice and I thank fucking God he’s forgiven me for the Bible incident as I stare at Cobra’s stone-cold face.

 

Nothing registers.

Not the gun digging into my temple.

Not the man choking me, sucking the little air out of my lungs.

Not the information he spilled about Sara.

All I see are the guns pointed in every direction.

At me.

At Deuce.

At my brother.

I want to scream.

I want to cry.

But I do nothing but stare in shock as everything seems to unfold in slow motion.

“Close your eyes, Ally,” my brother commands as he pulls the trigger.

The scream finally finds its way from my throat as I watch my brother’s bullet fly straight toward me.

“NO!” Deuce screams as I close my eyes.

Blood rains over me as I jolt forward and fall to the floor. Joker’s lifeless body falls next to me and I scream as I stare into his lifeless eyes and the bullet hole between them. Escaping one horror, I roll over and find another one. Someone grabs my ankles and I scream as they drag me away from the gunfire.

“Ally, it’s Blackie,” he grunts, releasing my legs as he moves me out of the line of fire. “Stay here and don’t you move,” he orders before running back toward the war.

Shaking uncontrollably, I lift my head and notice Jack charging into the chaos. With every step he takes, he fires two shots until he tosses one of his guns to Deuce and orders him to shoot. I watch as bullets fly back and forth between the Satan’s Knights and Bastards of Mayhem, neither side cowers and then I notice the fire has spread throughout the entire motel. Hues of amber illuminate us, dancing and swirling high then disappearing into the smoke-filled sky. The fire temporarily distracts me until I hear Deuce scream out.

Fearfully, I divert my eyes back to the showdown between the two clubs and watch as he lunges forward. Following the direction of his body, I stare at my brother who releases his clip. Out of the corner of my eye I see the copper casing fly straight for him.

“NO!”

It’s not a shrill scream.

It’s a plea.

A prayer.

A desperate prayer from me to God.

A prayer that goes ignored.

I stare at the two men in my life.

We were born into this world together, my brother, my twin. The other half of the Richardson twins.

Then I look at the other half of my heart, my love, my fire. The man who ignited my soul and my spirit with a single match. The only person I want to leave this world with.

Tears stream down my cheeks as I will time to stop.

Then it happens.

Deuce dives in front of my brother, the bullet finds its way home and they both fall to the ground.

Fate makes a choice, deciding which of them gets to live and which gets to die.