Blitz #2
“Before they were a known contract killer, the Fox was taken the same day as Jaz. They were both held hostage, and that’s when the Fox took out the entire club to get them out.
We were still at the clubhouse, trying to get a plan together that would make sure Jaz lived.
When we were about to roll out, a van pulled up to the gate.
The prospect let them in, and when the van stopped in front of a bunch of bikers, ready to go, the door opened, and a small twelve-year-old girl hopped out of the driver’s seat.
She was covered in blood as she flung open the back door of the van, and we saw Jaz laying down in the back,” I say into the quiet room.
No one asks any questions. Good. “After we got the story from her and Jaz, we called her parents. We found out that she was taken the same day from the mall while shopping with her mom. They were trying to blackmail her dad to work for them. Her name is Willow Russo.” I finish my story and wait for the reaction that I know is coming, once Smoke finally pieces it together.
“What the fuck?!” Smoke shouts in shock. I was okay with being interrupted this time, because he was going to have to know the truth. Everyone turned to Smoke in question, probably waiting for me to rip him a new one for speaking out of turn. I just make eye contact with Smoke and raise a brow.
“My sister’s the Fox?” he asks slowly. He isn’t stupid, from what I’ve heard, so I’m hoping he is just in shock and can understand what I’m saying.
“What?” comes from Buck, trying to figure out what is going on. The club officers seem a little slow on the uptake.
“Not Maggie. My actual sister that my mom had after Dad kicked her out because he knocked up Andrea. I’ve met her, and there is no fuckin’ way that little thing’s the Fox.
” You could hear the shock turn into anger as Smoke replies to Buck.
I remind myself that this is Lilly’s son, so I hold myself back from beating the shit out of him for questioning me in front of my club as a one-time courtesy and move on.
“Willow gave me the video from her rescue of Sophia. She usually doesn’t share it because the biggest part of her business is that no one knows what she looks like.
But she said she picked up some conversations that I needed to hear about my club.
She let me know that I can share who she is if I could trust that anyone watching this will keep the information to themselves.
I gave my word. Anyone who breaks it will now be going against the club,” I say as I take the memory card out of the pocket of my cut.
Everyone just stares at me in silence, which I prefer over them interrupting me. I hand the card over to Axel, the club IT guy. He grabs it and hurries over to the computer at the other end of the room, which has a projector hooked up to it. He does his tech shit, and it starts playing.
It starts with Will getting off her Ducati.
I always give her shit about not going American made, but even I have to admit that it is the perfect bike for her work.
She has the audio set up on it, too, so you can hear her talking to her brothers as they give her the facts about the building and the best entry points, listing them off for her to choose.
They let her know that there’s a patrol walking the perimeter of the building every fifteen minutes.
I’ve never watched her work before, always just getting her summarized version.
She decided on climbing the fire escape on the side of the building and going in from the top.
It looks like the ladder’s busted in a few places, and she thinks that they wouldn’t come around to check it as much if they think that no one could use it.
The ladder’s completely ripped off until about eight feet from the ground.
Will just stands and looks at it for a moment.
“I fucking love old brick buildings. Looks like I’m going barefoot,” she says to her brothers.
She bends down and starts to unlace her boots, taking them off and throwing them in a bush that’s close to the building.
She then fits her fingers into the worn-out spaces between the old bricks, doing the same with her small toes, and starts scaling the fuckin’ building in the middle of the day where anyone could see her, like a damn spider monkey.
She finally gets to the fire escape ladder and starts to climb that. We all watch slack-jawed as she gets to the roof of the old building within twenty minutes.
She stands straight on the rooftop and peers around. “There’s an entrance in the middle of the roof.” One of the brothers cuts through on the audio. They have to be in front of me to tell them apart, so I can’t tell who by just the voice.
Will walks over to the door and jiggles the handle.
It’s locked, so she grabs a lockpick kit from one of her pockets and gets it open in what seems like seconds.
She ducks down, slowly pushing on the door and bringing her .
22 up and at the ready with a suppressor attached.
There’s not a single sound as she descends the staircase with bare feet.
She stops at the door at the bottom of the stairs and does the same as the first. Opening the door to a hallway, she stalks.
Her weapon is trained like it’s part of her vision.
Her body moves like a dancer in its precision as she scans her front, rear, and flanks.
She stops only as she passes some closed doors, trying to hear on the other side of them.
The third door that she stops at is cracked open, and the audio picks up voices. “The bitch was right about the timing and the guests visiting. Does she still think that Jackal is going to take her as his ‘Ol Lady? The bitch’s past her prime,” one voice said from the room.
“Fuck yeah, she does. Jackal’s been fucking around with her since they were kids.
He isn’t going to stop until he can take over the Hills.
He just has to put up with her annoying ass.
It just sucks that he knocked her up, and now, after we get rid of her, he’s gonna have to deal with a kid that calls someone else Dad,” a second voice comes through.
“Maybe he can send her off to another MC. She was raised in the Knights, and she can stay there. She’s annoying as fuck, and not even that hot.” The first voice sounds irritated as the conversation continues.
So, a woman associated with the club has been fuckin’ around with the Reapers. This is going to open a can of shit between the brothers when we start investigating.
“Now that we have the girl, that should make it easier to get some of the shit we want. Pres said not to hurt her too much. I think we should be able to break her in as a reward for picking her up,” the second voice says as I am about to lose my god-damned mind.
I guess as I felt the rage coming to the surface, so did Will.
After only hearing the two voices, she stands in the doorway with her gun raised.
One of the fuckers is facing the other with his back to the door, showing the back of his balding head.
The guy facing the door sees Willow as she bursts into the room.
She shoots the one facing her in the head before he has a chance to say anything.
The second guy turns around just in time to see Will take out her knife and stick it in the side of his throat. She always did prefer stabbing. That’s why I make sure she gets new knives that I have engraved for Christmas every year.
She stands back and watches the second guy slowly choke on his own blood, making gurgling noises.
“I will rip this club apart, make you all eat your own fucking faces, and kill you slowly before I let any of you sick fucks touch my goddaughter,” Will says in a deadly voice that I have never heard her use before.
The deranged rhythm of her words makes the hairs on the back of my neck stand, and I know her.
I wonder what the men here think of her… enthusiasm.
She leaves the bodies in the room and continues down the hall, expertly clearing room after room, eliminating her targets one by one.
By the time she’s at the end of the hall, her body count’s in the double digits, and they were all fast and clean kills.
The hall opens to a balcony that has a metal safety railing overlooking the entire warehouse.
She peeks around the corner, crouching low to the ground.
We can’t see what’s happening below the balcony on the bodycam footage, but after a moment of silence, we hear a faint “ten,” as Will removes the magazine, replacing it with a full one.
I’m impressed with the way she holds the top, gliding the hammer down when chambering a round. That’s my Fox. Silent.
As she gets into position, I glimpse the occupants.
It looks like a mix of Iron Reaper club members and hang-arounds, not a club officer in sight.
They knew the fight that they would have coming to them.
They didn’t want to bring their high ranking members.
They expected the casualties, sacrificing the newer Brothers and possible prospects.
There’s still large machinery in the room that was left when they closed the factory. Sophia is nowhere in sight, so they’re probably just the door guards, meant to alert others if my MC came barging in through the front door.
No one pays attention as she crouches down and hugs the wall, moving to the side where the railing is.
It looks like a ten-foot drop from the balcony to the floor.
There are a few guys near the balcony distracted by their phones, probably only waiting for the sound of approaching bikes.
They’re leaning against one of the machines, blocking them a little from sight of the other men in the room.