CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX #2
Mav asks again, “Who was Pres talking to on the phone before he called War?”
“Vitale, I’m sure. Vitale has been after Anderson, but as he’s still around, then it shows he’s not been caught yet,” I respond.
The sound of vehicles catches our attention.
I pick up my faithful Ruger 44 semi-automatic rifle, which gives a few rounds to take out at a distance.
Then I’m going to be running through the Rugers I have lying in the dugout ready for use.
I keep some here at all times and check them every month, clean and secure.
“You know you have a fetish with Rugers don’t you?” Mav asks as he eyes my collection in front of me.
“Yeah, but it’s my name now, so why not? Are you ready as it sounds like they are nearly here?”
Mav checks his Smith and Wesson, giving me a nod to let me know he’s ready. We both go to the end of the dugout where we’ve left a gap to fire our weapons. But I lean down and feel for the knife I have strapped to my calf. That’s always a nice surprise weapon if and when needed.
From what we can see from our position, six vehicles have pulled up outside the compound. The first shot has been fired, and the sound of sniper rifles tells Mav and me the war has started.
Watching closely, we can see the gate is closed and holding firm while some asshole is trying to break through. A shot is fired, and he goes down. When music plays, we know who made that shot, because it can only be Star who would think to, or who would play, ‘Another one bites the dust.’
Mav snorts, “Fucking Star…”
A thud sounds next to me and whirling around I stop when Raven says, “Hiya.”
“What the fuck are you doing here?” Mav snarls as he continues watching and waiting for the fuckers to get through the gate.
“Well, you know I enjoy fighting, and I’ve been to the Range for over a year.
I’m good at shooting, and I brought some cleavers.
” Raven is smiling like she’s the answer to all our prayers, and you know I don’t mind at all.
I’m not sure however that Grease is going to be happy when he finds out where she is.
The boom as the gate flies open has everyone at the ready. I lift my rifle and take aim. The sound of firing at the side of me has me turning my head to look at Raven who is smirking like a fool, but firing one round after another. Turning to look where she’s firing she’s taken three fuckers down.
I hear Mav muttering, “Fucking biker women! Blake better be where I told her to be.”
Raven giggles. “Blake's good. She’s in the treehouse reloading for Meat and Star.” That, of course, sets Mav grumbling under his breath even worse than he was before.
The firing gets worse when two more vehicles arrive and drive into the compound, heading to the back of the clubhouse. We all fire more, taking down any we can.
Everywhere is bedlam, and you cannot tell who is firing, if anyone is hurt or anything else. When firing is heard behind the assholes' vehicles, it appears someone is firing behind all these fuckers!
“SURRENDER, OR DIE, YOUR CHOICE!” We all hear shouted over a bullhorn. The firing slows but doesn’t stop, and when a bullet whizzes past I duck, pulling Raven down too.
“Get off me, Ruger!” Raven snaps as she pushes me off, grabs a cleaver from the ground in front of her.
I’m not sure if she's going to hit me with it when her arm goes back and swings forward. My eyes must round as the fucking thing passes my head and I hear a dull thunk sound. Slowly turning I watch the shock and understanding on the fucker’s face as he falls forward, embedding the cleaver more than it was already. “Yeah, take that!” Raven cackles.
I look at Mav, and he is staring at Raven as though she’s lost her mind.
But when I’m pushed to the side and get ready to fight, I hear Grease snarling at Raven.
I’m not getting involved, but when Grease growls like a rabid dog, I step back.
Grease grabs Raven, throws her over his shoulder and slaps her ass hard.
I can’t help but mutter, “Oh, that’s gonna leave a mark.
” I don’t interfere when he storms to the clubhouse with Raven over his shoulder, but unknown to Grease she’s waving a fucking cleaver warning anyone that may get near.
“Fuckin’ crazy biker women!” Mav states again before we both turn back to see Vitale and his men collecting all the assholes that have now surrendered to him and his men.
Axel is standing at the clubhouse door, gun at the ready.
Anyone can see he’s been in the middle of the action, and you know we are all proud he is a president that digs in with us, and doesn’t stand back like a coward as some are.
We all stay alert while Vitale speaks with Axel.
Graham and his two cohorts are standing with them too.
Graham has blood all over him, and looking at Tank and Richie they are nearly as covered.
Seems they have all three been in the thick of it, and not with guns.
Graham looks like he’s had all his birthdays at once.
Tank keeps looking at him and shaking his head, but anyone can see he’s amused.
Staying in position until the compound is clear, we hear Axel shout for us to get any mess cleaned up. Church will be first thing in the morning.
“Come on, Mav. Let’s see if anyone was hurt, check the women, then help rebuild the gate.”
“Yeah, and Blake better have been behaving or she’ll be getting her ass paddled.” Mav grins, and I know he’d like her to have misbehaved.