Chapter Seven
Iwatched the bunch of jumped up pricks, as their semi orderly party descended into some kind of fucking children’s party.
“Seriously? These are the guys who decimated a brutal fucking club?” My compadre in crime said, shaking his head.
We were both wearing all black, with balaclavas on, and black paint covering as much of the small area of exposed skin as possible.
We were crouched on top of the storage house, watching the carnage, while we waited for our moment to strike.
“They were so easy. How the fuck are they the same fuckers who’ve destroyed two of the toughest clubs in the country? Is that their President trying to hump a bench over there?”
We laughed, watching as another biker ran over to him, and dragged him away, trying to get him dressed again.
Fuck. They were coming right for us. We both ducked low, and peered over the edge as the biker instructed a prospect to watch over him.
Huh. That meant we had at least one sober fucker to contend with. Who the fuck doesn’t drink at a party?
“He’s one to watch out for,” my partner murmured softly, using his monocular to zoom in on him, “name’s Ice.”
“Oh that prick. Okay, so apparently he’s their tech guy, the original chapter I mean, not this shitshow.”
“Looks like a right sly little fucker.”
I tugged at the neck of my balaclava, and glared at the crowd as they yelled, freaked out, and generally fornicated, not generally with people, but whatever they got their hands on.
“I don’t care about him. I care about that cunt right there.” I pointed, and he growled under his breath.
“Yeah, I’ve got a beef with him too, but they’re all to blame.”
“Hence why they’re all weakened. We’ll pick them off one by one, and save him ’til last. Let him see the carnage we caused, because of him.”
“Let him witness their deaths, before we kill him? Yeah, that’s fucking poetic. Uh oh… looks like we have a few more sober ones.”
He pointed, and I watched, as another of the fucking Phoenix fuckers dragged another of the women toward the building housing that fucker Grease’s office.
“Great. You’ve got plenty of ammo, right?” My sidekick patted his various pockets, and checked his gun, smirking at me.
“Fuck yeah. And with that jammer going, they’re not getting a call out for help. I’d recommend the other two monitor the gate for anyone trying to get out. No survivors, right?”
“Damn straight. They’ll fucking regret what they did to us.”
Cammy
Istill hadn’t heard where Stitch was, and it was terrifying me, because my man, my fucking everything, was out there somewhere, and I needed him beside me.
I’d almost lost him before, and we’d been so sure we had no future, and now there was no way I was letting it slip away from us, without a fight.
I’d just reached the door to go looking for him, when Ryder barged back inside, absolutely reeking of beer and looking like a drowned rat. I gagged and backed up, as the odour wafted right at me, and he lifted a hand.
“Sorry, Cammy. We disabled the kegs, though. Nobody’s getting any more from them. I mean, unless they wanna get on their knees and lick it off the fucking ground.”
I glanced at the doorway again, waiting for Ice to reappear, but he didn’t.
“Ice?”
“Gone for Grease’s safe, and that satphone. Where the fuck’s Tori?” He carefully moved me aside, and started checking around the hallway, and adjoining rooms, for his wife, before I could stop him.
He paused briefly by Lissa, crouching down to check on her. She offered him a beatific smile, and lifted her hands. “So much glitter!” She gasped at him, and he laughed.
“At least someone’s enjoying this.” He turned back to face me. “Where’s my old lady?”
I groaned. “She ran back out of here to find something. Some idea she had.”
Tori came barrelling back through the door then, brandishing the last thing I expected to see.
“Oh that’s fucking perfect, baby, get over here.
” Ryder took it from her, ignoring her grumbles, and called out to Grease to keep away from the door, before he took the large axe to it.
It took a few deafening blows with the thing, but finally he was through the wood, and from there, he was able to kick his way through and into Grease’s office.
We both followed, to find Grease on his ass on the floor, with blood dripping down the side of his face, and a dazed look on his face.
“Took your time,” he snarked, trying to get up, but falling back down again, as he clutched his head and groaned.
“Shit.”
Ryder
Icrouched beside him, checking the wound on his head, and cursing. We could really do with a doctor right about now, but both were probably away with the fucking fairies right now.
Tori shoved past me, with a first aid kit she’d grabbed from god only knows where. She knelt beside Grease, and pressed a wad of gauze against the wound, telling him to keep it there, while she fussed around with the rest of the contents of the kit.
“Baby?”
She glared at me. “See anyone else around here who knows what to do? I’m used to having to do these things myself, you know, from before.”
The fact that the memory didn’t reduce her to a fucking crying wreck in the corner, was one of the signs that she was growing beyond her fears and torment, but the other?
She just touched Grease, and she was kneeling so close that he could touch her too, not that he’d be stupid enough to even try.
Not just because she was my old lady and wife, but because she was his real boss’s daughter.
Still, it bugged me seeing her touching him, even as she was just mopping up blood, and patching up the wound.
“You’ll need to go to hospital, of course, but this’ll keep you from bleeding everywhere.”
“Thanks, Tori, I need to get to my satphone. Ice was headed there?” He was asking, as he tried getting to his feet, but he swayed, and would have gone right back over if we didn’t catch him.
“You’re not going anywhere, Grease. Tell us the combination, and we’ll get the satphone.”
He let out a frustrated growl, as he struggled to balance himself without our help.
“You know I can’t do that. I really don’t wanna die for something that dumb. Just help me get there, for fuck’s sake.”
“We need to lock the other ladies somewhere. Does this place have a lock on the main door?”
Grease rolled his eyes at me. “I mean, sure, but you do that, and nobody else can get in here to seek refuge, and what if some fucker tries burning the place down, and they’re trapped inside?”
Fuck. He had a good point, didn’t he? Right now, nobody was acting like themselves, and everybody had the potential to do something fucking stupid, or destructive.
“Should we all go? Just to keep them safe?”
Cammy gasped, cupping both hands over her stomach protectively.
“I can’t go back out there. I can’t risk our baby, but you need to find Stitch for me. I need him. I need him with me, and safe. You understand that, right? He’s the love of my life, and the father of this baby. I need him safe.”
I nodded, grasping her shoulder in a light grip, as I cast my eyes around the room. It wasn’t necessarily that defensible, but at least this door wasn’t directly open to the outside, so they’d hear people coming.
“Stay in Grease’s office, and uh…” I grabbed a baseball bat that was propped up in the corner, probably because Grease liked to protect himself.
He frowned at it though, clearly not recognising it. “Where the fuck did that come from?”
I looked at it more closely, as he started rummaging through the drawers of his desk.
“Fuck, and my gun’s gone.”
“Gun?”
He sneered at me then. “You think I’d use a baseball bat? There’s no class in bludgeoning people, man. A bullet. Swift, direct, life-ending.”
“And someone out there could have it?”
I passed the baseball bat to Tori, even though I was starting to realise that it was going to be no use, if someone out there had a fucking gun, but we hadn’t heard any sounds of guns firing, so that had to be a good thing.
“This has blood on it,” Tori pointed out, making me focus on the end of it.
“Probably mine,” Grease said, rolling his eyes at us, “I mean, it came from somewhere, right? The bigger issue is my gun.”
“Any one of those fucking drugged up assholes could have it, man.”
He shook his head at me. “Wow, I thought you were smarter than this. I’ve got a fucking head injury, and I worked it out.”
“Huh?”
“Whoever hit me, and trashed my door, must have taken it, and that wasn’t done by a biker on a fucking happy trip, Ryder. Someone’s doing this to us, and that’s who has my gun.”
Oh, well that’s just fucking perfect, right? An unknown attacker, armed, and with an incapacitated group of fucking targets to pick off. The next time a gun goes off, a brother could die.
“Shit, we need that satphone fucking now.”
“Ya think?” He shoved past me, his steps a little uneven, and I grabbed Tori, kissing her hard, and gazing into her eyes.
“Babe, you know you’re fucking dangerous, so stay that way, okay? Strike first, and ask questions later, even if it’s someone you know, because right now, they’re not themselves. They’re all a threat.”
She nodded firmly. “Not my first rodeo, baby, I’ve got this.”
That wasn’t supposed to be so fucking hot, but look at my goddess, standing there like a fucking warrior, the fighter I knew she was inside.
Grease reappeared briefly, shoving the axe into Sophie’s hands, before he guided Lissa into the room and into a chair in the corner.
She immediately started spinning around on it, gleefully singing out ‘wheeeee’.
Fuck me. Sophie and Tori swapped weapons, and Cammy grabbed another chair, edging into the corner.
She looked exhausted, and probably needed to get away from here, but we were out of opportunities for that right now.
“Stay safe!” I hissed at them, as we pulled the remains of the door closed behind us, and headed for the main doors.
Before we left, I made Grease help me move a sofa in the way of the hallway.
It wasn’t much, but I had to hope like fuck that it slowed down any intruders, long enough for the ladies to mount a defence.
“This is fucking insane,” I murmured to Grease as we stepped outside, and he groaned, ducking a flying glass bottle.
“Fuck me. This is like a riot or something.” There was so much scrapping going on that people were bleeding, and their clothes were torn, but they weren’t slowing down.
“How the hell do we fix them?”
I grabbed Grease’s arm as he started to tilt to the left, and dragged him along, as we made our way to the bunkhouse, and Ice, I hoped.