CHAPTER 2 #2
“Jamie? What the hell are you doing here, Doc?” I exclaim. Not being affiliated with the club in any way, I’m surprised she’s in the van.
“Pleased to see you too, Breaker. I heard what was going down and persuaded Whack that I should tag along, in case you or your lady friend had any injuries that couldn’t wait. Your lady certainly looks good considering her ordeal. You look as ugly and grouchy as ever.”
“I am not his lady, or his anything.” Molly spits at Jamie, which has her laughing.
“Hell. She has your attitude right off the bat. You should marry her and nail her down before she can get away,” Jamie smiles at Molly as she says this.
“And you can fuck right off. Doc, is it? Your bedside manner sucks.” Tilting her head to one side, she raises her eyebrows and stares her down.
The tension is broken by Wraith, laughing deep and loud from where he is sitting by the rear doors, damn near dripping weapons of one sort or another.
“That told you, Doc, in no uncertain terms. She’s gonna be fun to have around the clubhouse.
Hey, Molly. Don’t take any shit from the club whores.
You need to stamp your authority on them from the moment you walk in.
Give them an inch, and they’ll make your life a living hell for as long as you’re with us.
” Wraith gives her a knowing wink, and I can see the effect his words are having.
Before Molly can respond, Bull speaks up. “Wraith! Roadblock ahead. Side door. Get ready!”
Leaning over, I grab Molly around the waist and pull her to me with my left arm. My right grabs a rail fixed to the side of the van.
“You need to hold on tight. Things are about to go sideways.”
I feel her arms snake around my back and her fingers dig into my shoulder blades. Looking down into her eyes, I can’t help feeling this is meant-to-be.
The van slews sideways, the side door slams open, and Wraith appears beside us. Holding an assault rifle with an underslung grenade launcher, he shouts, “FIRE IN THE HOLE!”
He fires three times, and a few seconds later there are three loud explosions. Debris of some sort rains down on the van, and loud cheering can be heard. The door is slammed shut, and a grinning Wraith looks at Molly, then me.
“Fucking Pussies! How do they think a couple of junkers in the road are going to stop a respectable motorcycle club like us from going home? Shame on them. Oh, and they now have at least two vacancies to fill. You shouldn’t create a roadblock and then sit in it. Tut, tut.”
Peering through the windscreen, I see Whack, Cannon and Griller riding side by side, searching for any Cobras as they lead the van through town. All the brothers are here, riding en masse, showing the Cobras what they are dealing with.
Zion, Paxton and Hellion peel away from the formation and chase two bikes down a side street.
Two more brothers follow when Whack flicks his hand at them, then the direction he wants them to go.
Every side street Whack sends two of the brothers, and it’s not long before we hear gunshots being fired.
Townsfolk take cover in any shop or house I notice through the window of the van. It’s fucking chaos, yet organized chaos. “Sit your ass down, Breaker,” Bull shakes his head at me, but I can see he’s smirking.
“What’s going to happen? What has Pres planned?” I ask.
Pens grins from his seat in the front of the van. “Well, Pres is gonna grab a man. Then he’s gonna see if the asshole Pres of the Cobras has enough bravery to take a seat at the table with him.”
Now, that is unusual for Whack, so there is more to his plan than just that. The gunfire has gotten louder, and Bull stops the van. Bank and Wraith in the back with me and Molly both stand near the sliding door of the van at the ready, for whatever may happen next.
“Oh, that had to hurt!” I hear Pens state.
Wraith grins as he asks. “What had to hurt?”
“Cannon just grabbed an asshole clean off his bike. Not a hog, as these fuckers can’t afford one,” Bull laughs, then continues his narration.
“Oh, that was cool. Cannon grabbed the fucker but stopped his hog, jumped off as he laid it on its side. All done so smoothly I bet his hog doesn’t have a single fuckin’ scratch on it.
Now he has laid that asshole out with two punches.
That’s gonna piss him off. You know, that he didn’t do it in one. ”
Wraith smirks, and it’s not a nice smirk. I can tell you that much. “Wish I’d been there. Is the asshole gonna be thrown in this van?” Wraith asks, while looking like he’d like nothing better than to have the enemy in his grasp.
The side door to the van slides open once again, and Cannon throws in the unconscious Cobra. I feel sorry for him…well, not too much. Cannon grins at Wraith. “He’s all yours until we get to the clubhouse.”
Wraith nods, then kicks the Cobra in the head making sure he stays out. “That’ll do it for now,” Wraith states as he turns back to guarding the sliding door.
The van roars off, and it seems that the excitement is over, or maybe not. I notice that Molly has forgotten to let go, and I’m sure as hell not going to remind her! I don’t want myself a woman right now, but I can’t help but think she sure feels good tucked up against me.