Chapter 22
Reyes
Present Day.
I thought about taking her old man’s truck, but that old beast was loud as fuck. Gunner was in the van, and I planned on taking a few of them home with us for some information.
The clubhouse was lite up, and loud music pumped out into the parking lot. The fuckers were in there partying.
“Call him, tell him we’re here,” I tell Ryan.
Turning, I looked at Gunner, “Watch the front,” I glared at him, “Think you can do that?” I growled.
He looked pissed but nodded his head in compliance.
“They want us around back,” Ryan tells me, pointing in the direction we needed to go like I had no clue. We’ve been here thousands of times.
Shaking my head at the man’s stupidity, I walked around him and headed swiftly in that direction. I needed to feel her close to me, to know she was safe. Then I was going to kill ever motherfucker involved.
Topher stood with the door open waving someone forward. I watched as Zane came through followed by Alanna.
Rushing to her side, I cupped her face in my hands and pressed my lips against hers. I gently lingered for a moment before pulling back and pressing my lips against her forehead.
“I’ve got you, baby,” I tell her, my lips lingered on her soft skin.
“I’m okay,” she tells me quietly.
“Did anyone touch you?” I demanded.
“No,” she whispered.
“I’ll still love you, baby, no matter what,” I tell her gently.
Her quick inhale of breath was followed by her arms wrapping around me. She pulled me in close and her small baby bump pressed against my cock.
“We need to move,” Zane informed me.
I know he’s right, but I didn’t want to let her go. Pulling back, I handed her over to Ryan.
“Take her to the truck, watch her,” I tell him.
“Reyes…” Alanna begged.
“No, I need you to listen to me baby,” I tell her firmly.
She doesn’t say anything, but I could see she wanted to fight me on it. I watched as Ryan softly tugged her in his direction and she went with him stiffly.
“Let’s go,” Topher said.
“They’re all in the main room fucking and drinking,” Zane informed me.
“I sent a few of the brothers in to lead a few that I know you want away,” Zane tells me.
I smiled I always like these two, and they’re proving why.
“Good and Sal?” I asked.
I needed that fucker alive.
“Slipped some sleep aid into his beer, fucker stumbled to his room thirty minutes ago,” Topher said with a laugh.
“You’ll need to stay behind and clean up the mess,” I tell them both.
They nodded their heads and headed back into the clubhouse. Shit was about to go south real fast, not for me, but those bastards in there.
“How many brothers you got on our side?” I asked Zane.
“Five,” he tells me.
Not that many. That left eight men to die.
“Fuck!” I hated this part of the job.
Pulling my gun, I made my way into the main room. Men were sprawled all over the place. Some women were in their laps while some were fucking playing with pussy.
Lifting my gun, I shot the closest to me, drawing everyone else’s attention. Bitches screamed and scrambled for cover as we open fire on the brothers littering the room. Each of our shots was precise.
“I want a few alive,” I reminded them.
“Zane, shoot to wound,” I tell him as I made my way through the dead. I then gave the signal to collect the wounded.
Kicking Mac with my foot, I smiled when he groaned. All of them had been too drunk and slow to pull a gun.
“Put them in the van,” I tell the boys as I walked from the room. Tonight was far from over, but my old lady needed me now.