Chapter 4
ROGUE
“You all understand the plan?” Risk asks. His hardened eyes scan the main room of the clubhouse. I’m sure looking for someone who would protest. We’ve spent the last two days going over the plans we’re setting in motion tonight.
With the men who came from Chains’ club in Louisiana, we were joined by Viking’s men to handle this situation for Risk. Together, we made a plan that should succeed as long as everyone works alongside each other.
To say Risk’s guys are hardened men is an understatement. I don’t think I’ve ever met anyone colder than his VP, Warrant. The man only seems to sneer at everyone who comes near him.
“Think we all got it,” I say, crossing my arms over my chest. The plan is simple, work together to get the women and children out of there.
After we got here, we were able to get more information about what’s going on. From what Risk had told us, he’s got an inside man with the cartel who’s working with them to take out certain members at the top of the food chain.
While everyone else works together, Creep, Hollow, Maverick, War, Brake, Pipe, Gunner, and me are going to be doing our own thing separately.
Two men from each club are what we’d decided to go with.
Gunner will have my back while I move in for the kill making sure no one comes at me from behind.
The same goes for the others. Savage and Ruger are also setting up somewhere to be our eyes from above.
Both men were snipers for a government contractor no one knows about.
“Good.” Risk nods meeting my gaze. Normally, I wouldn’t have spoken out, but this is something I’m good at. He also knows just how experienced I am in this type of situation.
Risk motions for everyone to head out. It’s time for us to get this shit done.
Stalking into the night, I follow the others out to one of several vehicles we’re taking. With how big of an operation we’re heading into, we aren’t able to take our bikes. The sound would give us away before we could even step foot on the docks.
And that’s something we can’t have.
Pulling onto the docks, my gut is churning, and I know something’s not right about the situation. I’ve always listened to it when it comes to these types of jobs. I don’t know what’s about to happen, but whatever it is—won’t be good.
“You feelin’ good about this?” Gunner grumbles, climbing out of the back of the van in front of me.
“Nope, something is off about this. I just don’t know what it is.” I grunt, following suit. I scan the shadows looking for the threat lying in wait for us.
Risk motions for us all to get to our positions, and I meet his gaze. He gives me a nod, answering my unspoken question. He feels the eerie sense of something happening like I do.
“I’ve got your back,” Gunner utters as we start in the direction we’d planned to take.
Nearly five minutes later, that gut-churning feeling gets stronger. “We need to get back. This is a trap.”
“Call Risk,” Gunner says.
Nodding, I pull my phone out of my pocket to dial Risk’s number when everything goes to shit. Gunfire erupts into the night and screams ring in my ear. Rushing forward, I shoot at anyone who isn’t one of our men. Gunner and I catch up with the rest, shooting at those who’d ambushed us.
All of a sudden, a sharp pain in my right shoulder causes my body to jerk.
Fuck, I’ve been hit. I ignore the pain and continue shooting, protecting everyone as we move back toward the vans. Another pain hits me in the gut, and my knees collapse underneath me. My ears are ringing as my head hits the pavement—the last coherent thought to cross my mind is of Rebel.
GUNNER
Motherfucker.
This can’t be happening.
“Rebel,” Rogue utters his woman’s name before passing out.
“We gotta get him out of here,” I snarl, rolling him to his back. Blood coats his face from the blow he’d taken to the face. His shirt is worse. He was shot twice.
“Come on, let’s get him into the van. We’ll get him to the hospital,” Pipe says as he, Brake, and Risk help me in getting Rogue off the ground.
The rest of our men cover us while we carry him the distance.
Laying him on the seat of the van, Pipe jumps in next to him and gets to work.
I hop in behind them. Savage and Ruger follow suit. I didn’t even see them join us.
Staring at my brother, everything seems to come together. My mind takes me to a completely different time when I’d lost someone else who meant something to me.
Quinn.
I didn’t know it until it was too late, we’d shared a daughter together, and now she’s gone.
Blinking, I refocus on Rogue as the van comes to a halt outside the hospital. I get out of the way as nurses come rushing out with a gurney. Guess someone had called to give them a heads up. If I remember correctly, Risk has two sisters who are nurses. Maybe it’s one of them he’d called.
Rogue’s rushed away and a mask is placed over his mouth—orders are yelled around them.
Ruger and Savage come to stand on either side of me. None of us are able to move forward to go through the doors where we would have to wait for news on our brother.
“He’s going to make it through this, brother,” Savage utters loud enough for only Ruger and me to hear.
“We need to call Hammer,” Ruger advises, stating the inevitable.
“I’ll call him.” I nod, pulling out my phone, unprepared to give Prez this news.
HAMMER
The phone rings next to my hand. I glance at the screen to find Gunner’s name staring at me. I knew shit was going down tonight. It’s why I’m still up. Not wanting to take the chance of waking Avery or our son, I’m working in my office.
Reaching out, I pick my phone up and answer. “Brother.”
“Shit went sideways, Prez,” Gunner mutters through the line, sounding off.
“What happened?” I demand becoming alert.
“It’s Rogue. He’s in surgery. It’s bad.”
“I’m on the way,” I snap, already standing. I hang up and stalk out of my office with my phone in hand. Not wasting any time waiting for Gunner to give me details, I shoot a text to both Axe and Malice.
I don’t wanna wake either of them up, but I’m gonna have to let my woman know I’ve gotta head out. Stepping into my room, I’m surprised to see her already awake, sitting on the bed, looking at me with tired eyes.
“Hey,” she whispers, giving me a small smile before her eyes dart over to where Tate’s sleeping peacefully.
“What are you doing awake, Sunshine?” I ask, moving to her side.
“I woke up from a nightmare.” Fuck. It’s not uncommon for Avery to have nightmares. She’s constantly taking everything on her shoulders. The attacks against the club and Quinn’s death are just two to list off.
“I’m sorry, baby.” I palm her cheek with one hand and stroke her cheek with my thumb. “I should have just stayed in here with you, so I could’ve been here when you woke up.”
“It’s okay, honey.” She sighs, leaning into my touch. “Something happened, hasn’t it?” Avery asks. She knew I was waiting on an update. It’s the reason I wasn’t in here lying next to her.
“Yeah, I didn’t give Gunner a chance to tell me what went down, but Rogue is in surgery, and it’s bad,” I inform her.
“Oh God, I’m so sorry, Tyler,” she gasps, tears welling in her eyes. “Is there anything I can do?”
“Avery, the only thing I need you to do is take care of our little boy and the baby you’re carrying.” Avery’s eyes widen at what I just shared with her.
“How did—”
“Sunshine, I know you. I know everything about you. No way I’d miss the fact my woman is pregnant.” I smirk, sliding my hand from her cheek to stroke her bottom lip.
“I wanted to surprise you,” she pouts, but smiles anyway.
Chuckling, I lean into Avery and plant a loving kiss on her soft, luscious lips. If I’d the time, I’d show my woman how much she means to me. I pull away and press my forehead to hers, “I’ll be back soon as I can.”
“Call me when you get there and tell me how he’s doing,” she utters.
“Will do, Sunshine.” Nodding, I pivot on my boot, and snag my bag from next to the nightstand I keep ready for emergency purposes. I give Avery one last look before opening the door. “Love you, baby.” I don’t wait for her to respond. I know how she feels about me and don’t need to hear the words.
I meet up with Malice and Axe in the main room of the clubhouse. Malice will have to stay behind on this one. With everything still going on here, one of us has to stay behind.
“I’ve texted Cy. Rebel needs to know about Rogue,” Malice growls. I’m sure he’s not happy to be staying behind.
“Thanks, VP. I’ll call soon as I know something,” I promise, tossing the bag over my shoulder and looking to Axe. “Ready?”
“Yeah, I’m ready, Prez.” Axe gives a jerk of his chin—lifting his own bag up.
Nodding, the two of us stalk toward the door. This is definitely not a trip I’m looking forward to. I only hope our brother makes it through whatever had happened to him.