Chapter 15 #3
Rafe aimed his pistol and shot off several rounds, and within seconds, mayhem ensued.
While we had the advantage of being overhead, it was dark and extremely difficult to see where these assholes were hiding until they actually fired their weapons, and we could see the small explosion of light emit from their weapons.
Even though it wasn’t easy, we remained calm and did our best to remain patient, knowing it was the only way we could draw them out.
Just as I’d hoped, the assholes were eager to take us out and fired round after round in our direction, but their efforts were in vain.
We had the perfect cover and were able to take them out, one by one.
We’d wiped out over half their crew when the roof shook and a billow of smoke came rising up from below. I rushed over to see what had happened and discovered that one of the explosives they’d placed on the exterior door had blown, giving them full access to inside of the clubhouse. “Fuck!”
When I saw a couple of them rushing towards the building, I quickly aimed my gun at the first guy’s chest and fired, killing him instantly.
I was about to take a second shot when someone came hobbling around the corner with a shotgun in hand.
Without stopping, he aimed and shot the second guy before he’d made it inside.
I leaned down for a better look, and when I saw it was Country, I shouted, “What the fuck are you doing here, brother?”
“Alarm went off at Viper’s place. No way I could just sit there and not do something, so I drove his truck over.”
“We have it handled!”
“Says the man who had a fucking dump truck crash into the side of his fucking clubhouse.” He motioned his head over at the man he’d just killed. “And from where I’m standing, it looks like I got here just in the nick of time.”
“Is that fucking Country?” Hawk asked as came over and knelt down beside me. Without waiting for an answer, he leaned over the edge of the roof and shouted, “Hey, brother. You see anyone else down there?”
“Give me a minute and I’ll find out.”
Country pumped his shotgun as he made his way around the side of the clubhouse.
Once he was out of our line of view, Hawk turned to me and said, “Need you and Menace to go check things out downstairs...make sure Prez and the others are holding their own. Rafe and I’ll stay here and keep an eye on Country. ”
I didn’t argue. I was just as eager as he was to find out if our president was okay.
Menace and I stayed low as we made my way back over to the hatch.
I took a few steps down, then scanned the area for any potential threat.
I didn’t see or hear anything which was troubling.
We’d seen several men enter the building, but I had no idea where they’d gone.
I carefully made my way down the stairs, then started towards the bar.
As I got closer, I spotted one of them sprawled out on the floor.
He was up on his elbows, pulling himself towards the front end of the truck.
I crept over to him and placed my gun at the back of his head as I said, “Going somewhere, sunshine?”
“Fuck you.”
The guy tilted his head up to look at me, and that’s when I saw them—the huge fucking gauges in his ears.
As much as I wanted to pull the trigger and blow the motherfucker’s brains out, I’d given Country my word that I’d save the asshole for him.
When I turned to Menace, I saw that he had his Glock aimed at the guy’s head and was about to pull the trigger until I said, “Hold up. Already promised him to Country.”
He nodded, then slammed the butt of his gun into the guy’s head, knocking him out cold. Just for safe measure, I took off my belt and used it to secure his hands behind him. We’d just started to drag him over to the corner when Lynch walked in. “What the fuck are y’all doing?”
“Don’t ask. Just help us get this motherfucker out of the way.”
Doing as he was told, Lynch came over and helped us drag the guy over to the corner. Once we were done, I asked, “Where are the others?”
“Axel and Bear were covering the window in the kitchen, and Viper went to check on Shotgun.”
“Alone?”
“Yeah, but there wasn’t...”
I didn’t wait for him to finish. Instead, I took off down the hall towards Shotgun’s holding room.
I knew long before I got there something was wrong.
Hell, I could feel it in my bones as I raced down the hall only slowing when I came across two bodies sprawled out on the floor.
Seemed Shotgun had run into some trouble.
I just prayed he was able to hold his own as I made my way up to the two-way mirror.
Dread washed over me as I looked through the glass and found that Grant had a bullet wound to the head, and one of those motherfuckers in black was standing behind Viper.
The asshole had the barrel of his gun pressed against Viper’s temple, and Shotgun was standing across the room with his gun aimed at the stranger’s head.
They were at a standoff—each refusing to lower their weapons.
Startled by the sight, Lynch muttered, “Oh, shit.”
“Stay here.”
“Wait...you’re going in there?”
“Damn straight I am. Just do like I said and wait here.”
My president’s life was in danger, so I had no choice but to enter the room. With my gun drawn, I eased the door open, and as soon as I stepped inside, the man in black glanced over his shoulder and smiled. “Well, hello there, Widow. We’ve been waiting for you....”