Chapter 18
Moon
I dislocate my thumbs, finally breaking free of the restraints now that I know it's time to use what little strength I've got left to fight. I bite down hard on my lip as I pop them back into place, the pain nothing in comparison to what it felt like being shot.
It's almost like the thought of being shot brought the gunfire to life. Round after round, bullets ring outside the door. They inch closer as I attempt to stand. I feel weak, but the adrenaline quickly takes over pushing my body past what it should be capable of with a relatively fresh bullet wound and no pain medications.
For some reason, my brain starts singing Shot Through the Heart by Bon Jovi. Probably because that's always been one of my favorite killing soundtracks. The door swings open and some man with a green Reaper’s patch falls forward. A bullet ripping through his forehead after being shot in the back of his head. Blood and brain matter splatter across my face.
In comes Pyro, stepping over the Reaper's body like it's nothing. I move forward to him as swiftly as possible.
My ears ringing from how close I was to the shot Pyro let off, the song in my brain screeching to a halt like a broken record.
"Remember how to shoot, Little Devil?" he asks, handing me a pistol with an extended mag from his waistband with a knowing grin.
He's seen me drenched in blood, he knows I'm no stranger to death.
He looks both ways, making sure it's clear before turning left out of the room into a hallway I don't recognize. Pyro blocks me with his body as he leads the way to what I'm assuming is an exit. I'm not asking any questions, there's no time for that.
A bullet whizzes past my right side, not even a millimeter from my skin, so close I can feel the heat of it. Pyro jerks forward gripping his side. Fuck, fuck, fuck. He's hit.
He's fucking hit.
I turn around, pure rage guiding me as I land three headshots. Three Reapers Dead.
How many more are there?
Pyro's bloodied hand grips my wrist, jolting me forward.
"We have to get out of here. Now." He grits out, his pain shining through the anger in his eyes.
I put my arm around him, making Pyro rest his arm over my shoulder so I can take some of his weight. I wince as we push forward down the long hallway, feeling something pop in the area where I was shot.
Fuck, my stitches.
My gun zeros in on a target getting ready to round the corner, my finger taut against the trigger and ready to pull.
That is until I see a red patch... Dad. I hesitate for a minute before taking my aim off of him. He clocks my hesitation, I can tell by the hurt in his eyes.
He rushes over, grabbing Pyro by his other side and instructing me to let him go.
I then take the lead, using my body to guard Pyro's and my father's even after what he's done.
I can be pissed at him after we're out of this mess.
"Who else is here?" I ask, trying to keep an eye out for any of our club brother's bodies on the floor.
I turn the left corner, putting a bullet in the chest of another Reaper. His eyes widen in shock before his body crumples.
I know after this my father will never see me as a weakness again. I'm just as capable as any of his men, he'll see that now.
"Every club brother is here, only 4 inside. The rest guarding any exits. No reaper will make it out of here breathing." He seethes.
"Names." I grit out.
"Swiss, Pyro, Nova, and Me." Okay, so Dagger must be outside. Hopefully, he's safer out there because in here it's a fucking blood bath.
I nod, ignoring the searing pain in my abdomen as I push forward. I spot an exit sign over a metal door at the end of the hall.
Bullets ring out behind us from the direction we just came from. I spin around in time to see Dad's eyes go wide. His hand going to his chest, blood spilling through his fingers. Pyro attempts to hold him up but he's too weak from his own injury and the amount of blood that he's lost.
Tears blur my vision as I lunge forward trying to catch him as he falls to his knees. Stray stands at the end of the hall, aiming for Pyro next. I aim and fire right where a good chunk of his nose used to be, using it as my target without an ounce of hesitation.
I fall to my knees, trying to help Dad up but he just falls into me instead, his blood soaking through my torn hospital gown causing it to stick to my skin.
"Dad..." I whisper, knowing he's losing way too much blood, way too quickly. I see a figure rounding the corner and Pyro fires off a round sinking it into the reaper's throat. Gurgling sounds fill my ears as he claws at his throat before falling lifelessly.
"Dad you have to get up!" I half scream, half cry. Pyro, tries to help me lift him but both of us are too weak.
"Go Pyro, now!" I yell jerking my chin in the direction of the exit. He doesn't budge, instead gripping my arm trying to pull me away from my dad.
"No!" I scream snatching my arm out of his grip.
"Go with him Moonie, please," Dad begs, his face ghostly pale. His eyebrows pinch together as tears well up in his eyes.
"No." I grit out trying to drag my father up. Pyro grabs my wrist again, using all the strength that he has left to drag me toward the exit.
"I love you, Moonie. I'm sorry." Razor rasps out, before falling forward, face down.
A gut-wrenching, blood-curdling scream rips through me at the sight.
"We have to go. Now." Pyro bellows snatching me towards the door.
Tears rush down my cheeks, time feeling like slow motion as Pyro drags me out the exit door. I look back at my father's limp body as Pyro jerks me out of my own living hell, the metal door slamming shut behind us.
"Nova. I have to get Nova out." I say, turning back toward the door and attempting to yank it open, but Doc pulls me back.
I quickly free myself from his grasp.
"I'm fine. Help Pyro." I scream, reaching for the door again.
"Baby!" Dagger's voice bellows out frantically as he pulls up on his Harley. He doesn’t even put down the kickstand as he dismounts his bike, letting it fall to the gravel without a doubt scratching the hell out of it, but he doesn't care. He runs to me at full speed, bringing me to his chest. His strong hand cradles the back of my head to him as tears break free from his eyes.
"Fuck, thank God! You're okay. You're alive." He says leaning back with a smile on his face, tears still falling as he kisses my forehead.
"Dagger... It's Dad. He’s-" I choke on a sob and he immediately passes me off to doc in response, sprinting for the metal door.