Chapter Twenty One
Dex
“Prez!”
“I fucking know!” I bellow over the sound of gun fire.
Those fuckers have us pinned down in the clubhouse and I can’t get a hold of Omen. Who knows where the fuck River is, and for that matter, Damian and Justice.
“I don’t know how long we’ll be able to hold them, Prez,” Sniper says in a low voice from where he’s taking cover close to the basement door.
Gritting my teeth I check my clip. Something has to give, and I think it will be me drawing the gunfire away.
We’ve got four Ashfall cocksuckers on the other side of the common room, hiding behind the pool table.
Sniper, Flack, Vex and I are pinned behind the bar.
Omen is outside somewhere, TumTum is on the roof with his rifle,and last check in, Saint was near the gators and the Matrix twins are downstairs with the guests.
Although I’m not sure how much help they would have been up here anyway.
“The prophet only wants what belongs to him!”
“Fuck off!” Vex growls, lifting his hand in the air and firing in the direction of the voice.
“God has called her home! Don’t stand in His way!” another voice calls.
“Fuck!” Vex hisses. “I got three rounds left.”
“Six,” Sniper replies.
“Four.” Flack adds.
They all look at me, and I shake my head. They don’t need to know how bad it’s looking for us. Even with the extra clips I usually carry, there were more Ashfall men than we were expecting.
Vex curses under his breath, shaking his head. “What’s our play? We got people downstairs we gotta protect.”
“I know, brother.” I check my weapon again, my gut clenching as the realization of our situation starts to dawn.
I look at my men, one by one, and my mind is made up. Raising my hands above my head I slowly stand from where I’ve been squatting behind the bar.
“OK. OK. Let’s put our weapons down. Maybe we can sort something out.”
“Prez! What the fuck, get down!” Flack hisses from his place. I drop my hand enough to gesture to him to stand down.
A clean cut, dark haired man rises from where he’s been sheltering. His coloring awfully fucking close to that of the Landrys.
“Well, if it isn't the fearless Prez. Micheal ‘Dex’ Martin, right?”
My gut drops and I school my features. I haven’t heard my government name for a long fucking time. That's some shit that no one outside of Chewy, Marx and the Matrix twins should know.
“Who else is back there, huh? What about Flack? Or should I say David Wright?”
“What the fuck?” Flack voices from beside me.
The dark haired man smirks, “Oh, we know all about your little club Mikey. Now, give us what we want, and God will let you live another day.”
“And if we don’t?”
“Then you die.”
I jump when the door bursts open and a roar accompanies my prospect, the big blonde avenging angel in my doorway.
I can’t help the grin on my face as the sound of “Who’s dying now?” echoes through the room.
Sage
“Babe.”
“Nope.” I shut Takoda down immediately.
I know he wants me to be the good little wife, sitting and waiting for him, but he’s shit outta luck there. The Keep is under attack and I’ll be damned if I sit back and watch as the chino army take down my home. Fuck that.
“Babe!” he barks, and I turn, brow raised.
“Be careful. Make sure you have a spare clip on you. Make sure you and Joe watch your backs.”
His gaze bores into mine and I dip my chin, before leaning into the backseat of the car and pressing a hard kiss to his lips.
“I’ll be careful,” I whisper against his lips. I stare at him a moment, “You’ll be safe?”
“Yeah. I’ll sit my pretty ass right here. Loyal’s armed and River looks like he bites, so we’ll be good.” He grins wide and now I’m not so sure it’s a good idea to leave them on their own.
“I’ve got him, Sage.” Loyal says, gun already in her hand. My eyes dart from her to River who is curled in the seat next to Takoda. “Both of them. Go raise hell.” She grins, wagging her brows at me and I thank the universe for giving her and my uncle another chance.
I take one last look before I shake it off, and turn on my heel. Damian is still hootin’ and hollerin’ from inside the clubhouse, but my focus is on the gunshots I can hear from behind the building.
“What the hell are they shootin’ back there?” Joe whispers as we move toward where the sound is coming from.
I share a look with Joe because it’s a good fucking question. There’s nothing really back there other than a secondary entrance to the cellar. If they have men inside already why would these guys be out here?
We silently move toward the noise, backs against the building as we slink closer. Fingers wrap around my elbow, and I know it ain’t Joe, she’s ahead of me. Taking a deep breath I spin in place, my hand coming up, gun at the ready.
“It’s me!” Omen whisper yells. “Fuck, Sagey,” he says, hands in the air in front of his face.
“What the hell dude!” I whisper yell back. “I could have shot you!”
“I fucking know that, I was the one looking down the barrel Jesus Christ!” He runs a hand down his face.
“What are you doing out here anyway?” I ask, waving at Joe to stay in place.
“I was looking for River. We couldn’t find him.”
“We did. He’s in the SUV with Takoda and Loyal.”
He stares at me for a beat before crushing me to his chest. “So fucking happy you found your man, Sagey.”
“Me too, Uncle Dom.”
He holds me at arms length, smile on his face. “Good. Good. OK, lets get rid of these fuckers so we can celebrate Chef’s return.”
“Sounds good to me,” I mumble, falling into step with Joe as Omen takes point.
Joe and I follow closely behind, pressed against the warm brick wall of the clubhouse. Omen drops lower, body angled as he presses tighter to the wall, peeking around the corner.
“Oh, fuck no!”
He stands, gun at the ready as he takes off in a sprint, gunshot firing.
“What the hell?” Joe yells as she too follows behind Omen, leaving me to stare at the scene before me.
There’s five Ashfall dipshits all running and firing at about four gators that they’ve let loose judging by the screams coming outside the gator rehab shed.
I let out a huff and follow my uncle and friend into the fray.
Omen has already taken out two men. Joe is giggling her tits off as she fires badly at another Ashfall member.
Dirt kicks up near my feet and I jump to the side.
“Sorry Sagey!” Saint yells from where he’s trying to lead Pickles the giant gator to safety. “Tickly trigger finger!”
I gape at him in disbelief, mouth open to yell obscenities when my train of thought is broken by some guy yelling my name.
“You’re coming with me,” he says through gritted teeth, storming my way.
Nope. Not happening. My safety is off, and I’m thankful for that as I take aim, squeezing the trigger once and once only. His head rocks back before he crumples to the ground.
“Whoohoo! Go Sage!” Joe pumps her fist, whirling in place, presumably looking for more bad guys.
Dust settles and so does the noise. I plant my boots, taking stock of what's happened. Omen has his hands hooked on his hips, Saint is holding a baby gator in his arms, Joe still looks wired but I know she, like me, will crash later on.
“Sounds done,” Omen mumbles, looking toward the clubhouse.
The opening bars of Fortunate Son screech out of the loud speakers, before TumTum’s voice fills the air.
“Keep, sound off!”
Voices start calling out, both inside and outside of the clubhouse.
“I’m good!” Loyal yells out.
“Me too!” That’s River.
“Alive!”
My breath catches when Takoda’s voice reaches my ears, and I can’t stop myself.
“Still married!” I yell out, head tipped back, eyes closed, joy buzzing in my chest when cheers ring out from the clubhouse.
Everyone else continues to sound off.
“Good!”
“Grazed but alive!”
“Hungry!”
“Still ugly!”
Laughter fills the air and it feels so, so good. Sure we may have committed many counts of murder, in two locations, but our guests are safe, our babies are safe, and I’ve got my husband back.