Chapter Thirty-Two
Axton
“W hat the hell do you think was going through their heads when they came up with these names for their MC’s?” Magnus asked as we sat on a hilltop far away from the compound. We were watching the compound close, studying every security post and figuring out which building was what, because it was a huge property.
Sniper snorted. “The Devil’s Rejects? Do you have any idea how embarrassing it was to be a teenager, and your dad was the president? I went into the Army hoping it would all shut down before I returned. Now I have women and kids depending on me because of the old man.”
He once had Addie depending on him. “I mean, al Qaeda, Isis, Hamas. Now those guys are scary, and it’s worse when you don’t even know what the name means. Give me a disciple, a reject, or a fist and I laugh because I picture some fat dude that smells like body odor, beer, rotten pussy, and wears a leather cut. The Anarchists Fist? Jesus, it’s like they come up with a name to scare housewives and men with little dick’s like Drakos over there.” I said.
I heard Drakos really far behind us. “It’s not little, the Santa hat just made it look that way!” He yelled.
Magnus and I both laughed.
“Please don’t tell me. I learned months ago not to ask Drakos any questions I don’t want answers to.” Sniper chuckled.
I watched through my scope as a car pulled into the compound. “They’ve got visitors.”
We were freezing our asses off just west of Gary, not far from Chicago. We received word that Jeremiah was with a completely different MC and hiding out. We were able to confirm it was true through our own recon, but we hadn’t yet spotted the women, only Jeremiah.
We had the Devil’s Rejects with us because the Anarchists Fist was aligning with the same cartel that was giving Sniper trouble. Jeremiah had more friends than we ever suspected.
“I was going to tell Creed first, but...” He chuckled and shook his head. “He’s on maternity leave and all...”
Magnus elbowed him. “It’s called paternity leave, and it might not sound cool, but it’s cool.”
Sniper laughed. “Is that what he told you? That it’s a cool way of saying he’s on maternity leave?”
Magnus shrugged. “He may have mentioned that.”
I chuckled. “He has reminded us several times it’s what the badass dads do when their kids are born.”
“Okay, since Creed is now a pansy ass, I’m letting you know now. I’m dismantling the Devil’s Rejects, and I’m going to work for Darren on the SWAT team.”
My head whipped around. “What the fuck?”
“Hey, I did what I could, and I warned them. No drugs, no Mafia shit, and no human trafficking. They wanted away from the Cartels, but they still did too many drugs themselves. I never wanted that life, and I never promised my dad I’d keep it going. I’ve never touched a drug in my life, and I was expected to run the show, but I can't trust them. I lost Callie and Addie because I trusted the wrong people, and I know those men would betray me if they had the right opportunity. I’ve done what I can to straighten them up and it’s time. They can take over the damn compound and rebuild if they want, but it’ll be without me. They can buy it from me and if not, I’ll sell it to Axel. I’m fucking tired of beating my head against the wall with them. We had a good thing started with the bike shop, the car shop, and the club, but they’re going behind my back to run drugs through all three businesses. Don’t get me wrong, I have some good men, those are the guys with me, and I’ll make sure they are taken care of with the businesses. The others can eat shit.”
“Does Irons know you’ll be working with him and Wrenly?” I asked.
“Not sure yet, but it’s not like I’m not qualified. I have a degree in criminal law I earned when I was serving in the Army, served in the military police, and I don’t have a criminal record, thank God.”
Magnus chuckled. “You’ll be a clean-cut upstanding member of society.”
“That’s why I was hoping to talk to Creed. Darren recommended I stay at Creed’s Lake for a while. I have enemies that are fighting enemies and others that are your enemies. I should have been there the other night when my cartel enemies tried storming Creed’s Lake. It's pretty damn bad when I care more about the people that once thought I was their enemy than the people I grew up with. They all turned out to be pieces of shit because of their fathers fucked up choices.”
“I don’t know man, it wasn’t that long ago, and we were on lockdown because of your MC.” I reminded him. “Not to mention we don’t know how Addie would feel about it.”
“Addie loves me and at one time she thought we were going to be a family.” He replied.
“Well, the way I see it, you need protection and that’s why we exist. I’ll bring it up to him when we get back.” Magnus said.
I looked back through my scope, needing to think a little more about what Sniper wanted. I knew he was a hell of a soldier, we had his records, but he let down his guard and left town when Callie and Addie needed him most. He trusted the wrong people. “You know, it’s pretty damn quiet down there for a Saturday night.”
I heard movement behind me and quickly turned to see Irons. “Creed’s Lake just sounded its emergency alarms. Everyone is heading to the bunkers now. It seems MS-13 has a problem with us now.”
“What the fuck?” I quickly stood.
“Creed is calling Pennington for backup, also Carter is sending his chopper to get us. We need to grab the women and Jeremiah and get the hell out of here.”
I began grabbing my things. “Any ETA?”
“Carter just called me, it’s thirty minutes.”
Fuck! It’s go time!
“Saddle up, we’re going in. Grab Jeremiah and the women then meet the state boys back here in thirty!” I yelled out my orders. It meant our arrival at the Anarchist Fists compound would not be as peaceful as we needed it to be to avoid injuries, but I needed to get to Belle's mother as soon as possible. If MS-13 was involved, she was in more danger than we thought. I had a feeling Jeremiah, and the women were just bait to get me and a few Originals out of Creed’s Lake. The Anarchists Fist and MS-13 had no way of knowing how bad the last attack went for their like-minded friends. There were no people left to report back to them. The survivors were arrested and either taken by ICE, or Homeland Security. But MS-13 was not a group to fuck with and we completed a few contracts against them in Guatemala and they must have found out who we were, and decided to make a move. They were different than the men a few nights prior. Many of MS-13 were born in LA, and formed to protect immigrants, but their territory reached as far as Spain and Honduras.
“Irons take your men through the South. Sniper stay here, and watch our backs, take whatever shots you need to protect the women. Magnus take the west, Granger take the east, and my men and I will take the north gate. Keep your radios on, and as soon as anyone can grab our target and the women, get out of there and don’t waste time. Blow through those fucking fences. Carter knows why we're here and he will do a cleanup.” I ran toward my truck.
All I could think about was Belle, Addie, and the twins. Fuck!