5. Chapter Five
Chapter Five
Revenant
This dickhead’s gun continues to press into my head and it’s taking all my restraint not to punch him in the balls and start an all out brawl.
My brothers and I may all be unarmed currently, but we are definitely not outnumbered.
All we have to do is stay calm for another five minutes or so and our brothers will be here.
We’ll probably play with a couple of these guys before sending them back to their Prez with a message.
These fuckers need to know that this is Saint’s Outlaws territory and we ain’t stepping aside for no two-bit meth head MC.
He presses his gun harder into my forehead and I have to brace myself so I don’t topple onto my back.
He and a couple of the losers he’s with talk shit about getting rid of me, and if I had anything to lose I’d be shitting my pants right about now.
Besides my brothers I have nothing. Nothing to lose.
Not even anything to pray to God for. So I don’t.
I stay silent. Composed even though I know somewhere around here is Sunny.
Hopefully she’s on the trail to the waterfall or something and none the wiser.
My only real regret if I died today would be that Sunny would probably stumble across the scene and it’ll ruin her forever.
The guy she gave cupcakes to, on the ground with a gaping hole in his head.
“Just get rid of him. He’s fucking pointless,” one of the Sinister Wolves says. He’s not wrong. I am pointless.
My gaze catches that of the guy with the gun at my head, Carmichael or some shit.
His pupils are blown, eyes wild and I don’t miss when his finger flicks the safety off.
One gentle squeeze and I’ll be standing in front of my judgement.
I know what I’ve done in my life and I don’t deserve a seat in the good place, but I’d still like to see all my failures and ask forgiveness for them.
His trigger finger twitches, and even though I know it’s coming, I close my eyes.
Everything feels heavy and light at the same time.
My breathing slows, my arms limp at my sides.
Any fight I had has left me. Anything I do in this moment could hurt my brothers rather than save myself.
Shit, that’s even if I’m fast enough to get a swing in.
Instead, I accept my fate. I lean back even more, the sun on my face, soaking up the warmth as a gunshot sounds out.
Revenant
I flinch when a body hits the ground, my eyes springing open, catching Carmichael’s blank gaze on mine before he slumps sideways.
Two more shots ring out before I can get my big ass up off the dusty ground and make those gunshots count.
I launch at the man closest to me, the man that had his gun pointed at Brake.
Taking him to the ground I swing wildly, my fists crashing into his face as Brake kicks the shit outta him.
My brother may be missing the bottom part of his arm, but the fucker loves a brawl.
By the time the man beneath me goes still all the noise of my brothers beating the shit out of the rest of the Sinister Wolves has ceased.
“What the fuck was that?” Coyote asks, the big man swinging his head from left to right, looking for who knows what.
The roar of motorcycles grows louder, and my body relaxes. I know the sound of my brothers’ bikes, and these pipes belong to Gallows, Mercy, Grail, Cobb and Split. They pull in and start shutting off their engines one by one.
“What in the fuck happened here?” Gallows asks, hands on hips as he kicks the leg of the guy Brake and I put down.
“Don’t ask, Rev. He pretty much accepted he was on his way to meet his maker.” Cedar’s smirk turns into a grin when I hold up my middle finger.
“Wait, if you just rolled in now, who the fuck killed those three?” Jubilee waves a dark hand at the bodies on the ground.
“Ah, that would be me,” a sweet voice calls on the wind.
I spin on my heel, all the blood in my body going cold when I lay eyes on Sunny, Smith and Wesson Shield on her hip like it’s always been there. My blood pressure rises and I can’t help the growl that rips through me.
“What the fuck, Sunny? You could have been fucking killed, you pain in my ass, stubborn, hard-headed, fucking woman!”
I know that I’ve gone too far when the doe eyed look she usually gives me changes to something harder. Something that looks spitting mad.
“Me?! You want to know what the fuck I was doing?” I rear back, unused to curse words coming out of Sunny’s sweet mouth.
“I was saving your giant fucking ass, that’s what I was doing!
What were you doing? Huh?” Somehow she’s stormed her way to where I’m standing and now her tiny, pink tipped finger is jabbing me in the chest. “You were doing your woe is me bullshit, arms wide, letting God take you home. Well newsflash, buddy! God doesn’t want you yet so you’re going to stay your ass right here where I can show you how much you fucking mean to people.
” She shoves me as hard as she can, but I don’t move a hair.
“Jesus H Christ!” She throws her arms up in the air before storming away, headed toward her moped.
“Ah, not so fast Miss Sunny, we gon’ need your weapon.”
Sunny looks at Gallows’ hand on her arm before looking up and smiling at him. An involuntary growl from me is met with an eyeroll from the most infuriating woman I’ve ever met.
“I don’t think so, Prez. My daddy gave me this when I turned 16. What’s say I collect up my casings, you dig out my bullets and we’ll call it a day, huh?”
Mercy snorts before throwing an arm over Sunny’s shoulders. “Come on, Sassy. I’ll give you a hand, let's leave the men to figure out their dicks from their assholes.”
We all watch as the two women walk into the trees, asses swinging in their tight pants. Obviously my eyes are on Sunny in her spray-on jeans, but I don’t miss Jubilee’s gaze on our VP.
“Well, I don’t know what the fuck that was, but I think that’s gonna cause us more trouble than these Sinister Wolves fuckers,” Gallows mumbles.
I think I agree with him.