42. Zaden
Chapter forty-two
Zaden
Rhys slams into my office panting, his face white. “They’re coming.”
I stand up. I’ve been expecting this and dreading it. How do I protect Lia? Can I keep my club safe? Is this war? Everything moves in slow motion. Ranger appears and hands me a gun that I put in the waistband of my pants.
We walk down the stairs, more and more of the club rushing to join us. Weapons are given out, and the tension ripples through the club from member to member. This is it.
I get to the front door and peer out the small glass window.
Dozens of bikes are revving and circling on my front lawn. The same leather logo showing the Despair MC is everywhere, and it makes my teeth itch. I open the door and go out, pulling the gun from my waistband and holding it at my side.
I’m not scared of these goddamn thieves.
I lift the gun and fire into the air. It takes a moment, but then the bikes circle closer to the house, instead of away. I bring my arm down and aim at the dumbass that is getting a little too close.
Out of the corner of my eye, I spot someone else. I curse and dive back inside as they aim and shoot where I was standing. Ianto pulls me back inside and inspects my arm.
“Leave it, it’s nothing.” Fucking assholes grazed me. I’m going to rip them apart.
“What the fuck do they want? They could have killed you,” Ranger growls. “What the fuck…” He trails off, his eyes widening.
I stand up and turn around, watching as a car drives past really slowly. I can see the driver watching me through the glass window, but then I’m distracted as the back door opens, and a bloody and beaten figure tumbles out and rolls to a stop .
The car drives off, and the bikes follow, leaving a mess but everything otherwise intact.
I open the door and step out, kicking the guy lying on the ground. He’s had the shit kicked out of him. Probably some serious injuries that require him to be hospitalized. Too bad for him.
“Where’s Lia?”
“Mills is distracting her,” Ranger says coldly.
“Good. I don’t want her to see this. Grab this sack of shit and follow me.”
Ianto and Valen pick him up while the club members that are here follow me out to the shed. We file past several bikes in pieces and a very expensive car that is Badger’s pride and joy. I grab the keys and approach a door with seven locks on it. I turn back at Malone’s shriek of fear and smile.
“Did you think you were going to get away with it, Malone?”
He struggles hard, but there’s nowhere to go.
“It’s time to pay your brothers back for the life you stole and the pain you caused. Traitor.”
I push open the door and walk inside. His screams are deliciously loud.