Chapter 21
We make our way out of the waiting room and are stopped by Melissa, Rocky, and Dad.
“You’re leaving? Raegan isn’t out of surgery yet.” Melissa looks at us confused.
I nod. She doesn’t need to know the details.
“We’ve got some things we need to take care of, but we’ll be back soon.”
Dad gives a knowing look then nods.
“Be careful, son, we’ll watch after the girls.”
“Thanks, Dad.” I pat him on the shoulder then turn to my little brother. “Stay here and keep an eye on Raegan and Sutton for me,” I say and Rocky nods several times. Bending down, I give Melissa a peck on the cheek as we all move towards the hospital exit.
Back at the clubhouse all the men go their separate ways gathering up the armor and gear we need to eliminate these roaches.
Reaper orders all the whores off the property then locks us down until we’re ready to leave.
Going into my room, I gather up all my ammo and guns.
I change into a black long-sleeved shirt, black cargo pants, pocket my black beanie, and lace up my black riding boots.
We’re going dark tonight and the goal is to be unseen.
After filling my pockets with guns and ammo and strapping my knife to the outside of my ankle, I make my way back to towards our meeting room to go over the plan.
We already know what we were going to do in the daytime so it shouldn’t be too much of a difference from our original plan.
A few of the guys are already there and in matching attire.
We wait in silence for the rest to catch up so that we can move this along.
We have an hour drive to the Vipers clubhouse and every minute we waste is another minute longer away from my woman.
“Alright, settle down and let’s get this over with,” I yell as the room is overflowing Dead Road brothers. “We know they only have around thirty men in their crew and that includes their prospects. We’re sticking to the plan we had for tomorrow with the exception of using the delivery truck.”
“I agree, but I think we need to create a diversion where half of us go one way towards the west front corner of the lot and the rest make our move to the clubhouse,” Blaze offers.
“What’d you have in mind?” Havoc questions, thinking the same as me.
“Think half of you should come in from the back fence, if not all. I was thinking of blowing up one of their cars or setting it on fire would distract them and make some run towards the flames. We send a handful of our guys over to surprise attack and catch them off guard. That should make it easy for the rest to overtake the clubhouse or at least get you in without being detected.”
Blaze has always loved setting shit on fire, even as a kid. Mom would come home from the store and a basket of laundry would be out back in flames. He used to get his ass beat with the flyswatter only to start another one days later.
“That could work. I like it!” Reaper agrees. “We’re not gonna be able to use guns until the last minute. We don’t want to give ourselves away too soon. Knives are the best option if we want to stay quiet for as long as possible.”
We all are in agreeance on that. As we finalize who is going where, I can feel the energy in the room. We all want this and have for a while. This is the right thing for everybody.
“Let’s load up!” I call out after banging the gavel, and we head out to the vans. “No Road Back!” I yell out our motto and hear it chanted back.
Going on our motorcycles is too much of a risk. They’re too loud and would give us away miles before we reached their territory. Black unmarked vans are a dime a dozen and can’t easily be identified, so we take those from the back of the lot.
The drive is the longest hour of my life.
All I can think about is my small, dark-haired woman, who’s lying helpless in an OR right now.
All of this happened because of me and someone trying to prove that they can knock me off my throne.
I’ll show all these fuckers what happens when you come after me or what belongs to me.
These fuckers are going to be made an example of, and it’s not going to be pretty.
Dead Road MC is not the club you mess with, and after tonight, everyone will know it.
We drive to the outskirts of Big Spring and pull up in a large field cutting the lights. The Vipers use an old salvage yard as the place to have their little compound. The only problem is that it’s too enormous to be monitored and leaves them open for an easy attack.
All of my brothers get out of the vans, and we split up into our two teams to head off. We left only two prospects back at our clubhouse so that we could use every available man for this mission. We’re equal in the numbers, but we’re smarter than these fuckers by a mile.
Brass starts to cut the chain link fence with bolt cutters so we’re able to fit through.
He then ties a small glow-in-the-dark bandanna at the top so that our group will know the way back to the vans if things don’t go as planned and we have to abort our mission.
After everyone is in place, we wait and watch behind an old clunker for the signal from Blaze’s group before we make our move.
Finally, after almost five minutes, we start to see flames over on the west side of the property. But it just isn’t a small flicker, it seems that my brother couldn’t help himself and set a complete bonfire in motion. More than a quarter of the lot is ablaze.
“We need to move now before someone calls it in!” Reaper suggests, and I couldn’t agree more.
Fucking Blaze! We wanted a distraction not a wildfire.
As we make our way through the abandon cars, we watch as a handful guys rush over to the fire with hoses and extinguishers.
Following our plan, we approach the back entrance and are met with two Vipers coming out.
They see us and try for their guns, but Reaper and Bull react first. Reaper has one in a choke hold and with the flick of his wrist he snaps the guy’s neck before pushing him off to the side.
Bull has a hand over the other guy’s mouth and shoves a knife in the Viper’s neck.
We check the hall for anymore Vipers and make our way through the building reaching where they have their bar and entertaining area.
The music is playing, and by the smell of the smoke in the air, they’re toking it up.
I see both Hector and Brock over by a section of couches with some whores all over their laps.
Too bad they won’t be getting a happy ending after we’re done with them.
Off in the distance the sound of gunfire rings out announcing our arrival and that the attack is on. At the edge of the room, our crew stops their movements and waits.
“Go check that shit out!” Hector orders to one of his members. “And if it’s Scat again put a bullet in his head,” he says then proceeds to plant his face back in the whore’s tits, only leaving a handful of guys left in the room.
We wait for a few more minutes to let everyone get their guns and ammo in place before we ascend on the room. Before storming in, Hector starts talking with Brock, so we listen in.
“So, you really finished off his Ol’ Lady?” Hector asks taking a break from the whore to pull a long drag off is his beer.
“Oh yeah! She was begging for her life before I shot her,” Brock brags as Havoc has to hold me back from charging in there.
“Where’d you leave the body? You know that’s going to cause a problem because he wanted us to turn her over to him.”
He? Who the fuck wanted Raegan?
My brain finally catches up as I remember Sutton saying something about Brock had an important man who wanted to speak with her.
“We dumped her body in a lake off Highway 70. Don’t worry, it’ll take days before anyone finds her.” He starts to laugh and Hector follows suits.
“Oh, how the mighty have fallen.” Both Hector and Brock clink beer bottles, but I’ve heard enough. It’s time to show these motherfuckers how a real MC handles business.
I give Reaper a nod and we storm through the main room with guns out and bullets flying.
With guns in both hands, I cap a guy next to the radio then his buddy beside him next to the pool table.
Everyone knows to keep Hector and Brock for last if they can.
The room is in total chaos as their men scramble into hiding positions trying to return fire.
We got the doors to the exits covered, so if any of them try to flee, they’ll be met with their maker.
Killing Trick and attempting to kill my Ol’ Lady is the final nail in their coffin.
Most of their guys are down, but the ones left return fire and we take cover.
The whores are scattering to get out, and it’s making it difficult to keep my eyes on Hector and Brock as moving targets are distracting.
I take cover behind the bar giving me a chance to reload my clip before looking across the room from the side of the bar.
I pull back just in time as a bullet barely misses my head.
Letting out a deep breath, I try to control my breathing before continuing. The worst thing I can do right now is die and leave my brothers and Raegan. After checking my guns making sure am set, I get up off the ground and make my way around the bar.
The majority of the Vipers are dead, but a few are still alive and clutching the entry points where the bullets have rung through.
I see Reaper holding his shoulder but is also holding a gun to Hector’s head.
Bull has Brock lying face down on his stomach with his foot on the center of his back.
Brass is checking the rest of the Vipers who are down and seem to be dead.
He’s there to make sure no one is left alive.
Out of the corner of my eye, I see movement and with quick reflexes turn just in time to a Viper who was behind one of the couches.
He is about to shoot Twitch who has his back to him, completely unaware of what is about to go down.
Aiming in that direction I fire two shots hitting the prick in the chest, but the fucker is able to get a round off and hits him in the back.
Fuck!
Twitch’s eyes go wide in surprise and goes down to his knees. I rush next to him trying to lay him down and turn him to his side so I can lift his shirt. I search for an exit wound and see it came through his right shoulder.
Just as I’m about to call someone, the doors open and our guys come in bloody, but grinning like kids in a candy store.
“Ledger, get a few guys, take Twitch and Reaper to the van and get them to Melissa,” I command. He and two others carefully pick Twitch up and move him out of the clubhouse with Reaper in full protest.
“We good outside?” I ask as Blaze, Dash, and Chains come strolling in.
“Yeah, the rest of the guys are checking to make sure every one of them is down.”
“Bought us some time. Got about fifteen to twenty minutes before heat shows up,” Hawk calls from over in the corner with his laptop out.
“Good. Let’s get this party started, shall we?” I say. “Get our two guests a chair, will ya?”
Brass walks over to the hallway we came in from and grabs his backpack. He places it on the table and steps back to let me open it and set up my bag of goodies.
Brock has already started pleading for his life, so Havoc starts punching him to keep quiet.
Hector on the other hand watches me with wide eyes as I place the gardening shears, hacksaw, plastic bag, screw driver, pliers, and a rusty knife on the table.
I grab the zip ties and hand them to Brass and Bull to tie our guests up.
Picking up my gun, I slowly walk over to them and stand between them as we have them facing each other.
“Who ordered my Ol’ Lady to be taken out?” I ask in a low menacing tone.
They both remain silent, only their heavy breathing can be heard among the clubhouse walls.
My head goes back and forth to each of them before I cock back my 9mm and shoot twice hitting each one in the knee cap.
They both scream out in pain and try to rise, but the pain in their movement only makes it worse.
Brock who’s now crying like the bitch he is calls out finally.
“We… we… were supposed to snatch her and bring her here. That’s all.”
I knew Brock was a pansy-ass and would fold like a house of card once pressed, so I think we will save him for last. I never liked rats, but since he’s the only one talking, I’ll make it look like we’re going to spare him.
I turn back over to the table and pick up the gardening shears and pliers before walking back over to where Hector sits.
“Told you I’d cut your tongue out last time I saw you, didn’t I? I always keep my promises.” Recognition settles in and he tries to fight hard against the zip ties. “But first, you had the nerve to touch my woman even after she told you no. Didn’t your momma ever teach you manners, asshole?”
That gets a good laugh around the room from the guys who’ve now pulled up chairs to watch the show. I see Blaze out of the corner of my eye splashing gas on the walls around the room.
“Just get it over with, you motherfucker! Kill me already!” Hector spits at me.
“Tsk, tsk, Hector. I’m a man of my word, and how would that look to my brothers if I didn’t follow through?”
I grab one of his fingers that are joined behind his back and squeeze on the handle of the shears. With a satisfying snip, one of his digits falls to the ground looking like one of those Vienna sausages you eat out of a can. A blood curdling howl leaves his throat, but Brass holds him down.
Let the fun begin.
Seven minutes later, Hector is missing all his fingers and his tongue is now on the floor at Brock’s feet. Smoke is still present from the bullet I just put between his eyes. His blood is now everywhere, and Brock is a whimpering, crying mess.
“Now, Brock, I think we can come up with some type of compromise, don’t you?”
He nods furiously and starts to beg for his life.
“Please, I’ll do anything! Anything!” he pleads.
“Tell me what I want to know, and I won’t kill you,” I say and give Havoc a look.
“Yes, yes, anything!”
“Who wanted my woman? Who is this important guy who wants her?” I ask as I wipe off the gardening shears with Hector’s shirt.
“Her…her dad!”
All heads whip over to Brock and a few gasps are let out.
“Her dad?”