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Twenty-Nine
Bullseye
“For the record, I fucking hate this idea.”
I chuckled as I watched Phantom walk down the dirt road dressed scantily. I slowly turned my head and spotted Reaper grinning like a fool as he snapped several pictures, knowing if just one of those pictures ever saw the light of day, Phantom was surely going to reap his ass. Smiling, he said, “I don’t know Phantom, from my vantage point, it sure is a beautiful idea.”
“And I’m about to shove this idea right up your ass.”
“I do love a violent woman.”
I tried hard to contain my laughter. It wasn’t every day a club member threatened the life of the club President. Then again, Phantom wasn’t just any member.
She was our sister.
Blood be damned.
Our brotherhood was a choice, and she was part of that.
A sister.
It took a lot of convincing, and in the end, Reaper had to promise Phantom some new-fangled computer system, a new bike, and guarantee Gadget’s safety, or she would personally make his life a living hell. Though Reaper laughed it off, he knew Phantom meant what she said.
I always wondered why Reaper patched in Phantom. It wasn’t common amongst biker clubs and rarely ever done. Yet, knowing what I knew and seeing what I was seeing, I had to wonder if Reaper was ahead of his time. There was just something about looking at a beautiful woman sauntering down a dirt road without a care in the world, wearing a two-piece bathing suit, combat boots, and nothing else. Knowing she was lethal as hell. Looks were deceptively deceiving, and in Phantom’s case, that information would definitely get someone killed.
Phantom was an enigma. Beautiful, wicked smart, and deadly. The woman could quickly kill with her bare hands, and God help anyone if she ever got her hands on a weapon.
In the short time, she was patched in, Phantom and I had a familiar love of exercise. Every morning, my solitude runs were interrupted by my new sister. Who could outrun me any damn day of the week and twice on Sundays? She was a fucking machine who didn’t believe in giving up. Her desire drove her to succeed, but it was her heart that made her a cut above the rest. Phantoms' tenacious thirst for apprehending the bad guys and watching them receive the justice they deserved was unparalleled. And when I was injured, it was her tenacity and never-quit attitude that got me back on track faster than anyone imagined. There wasn’t a thing I wouldn’t do for her.
My earpiece crackled. “Holy fuck, now that’s a woman. Is she single?”
“I don’t think she’s your type Ravage,” I whispered, shaking my head. I knew there was no way in hell Phantom would give Ravage a second look. The man was a Casanova, too pretty for the likes of Phantom. He was also the biggest douchebag on the planet, and if he even thought about talking to her, I would cut off his balls.
“I don’t have a type. If they have tits and a hot, slick pussy, they are my type.”
“Dude, that’s my sister. Shut up,” Gadget groaned.
“Sorry, man, but damn, your sister is one fine-ass looking woman.”
“Keep talking, Ravage, and I will shoot you,” I added, eyeing him in my scope.
“Just saying what everyone’s thinking.”
“Knock it off,” Reaper growled. “That’s our sister out there. Show some respect.”
“Right,” Ravage sighed as the coms went silent again.
“I work with amateurs,” Reaper muttered into the mic as he looked through a set of binoculars I gave him. “Let’s just get this night over. I want everyone alert. Gadget, your up. Your sister has their attention.”
“On it,” the young man said as I spotted him moving quickly through the dense forest surrounding the compound, only to disappear a few seconds later when he took a running jump into some trees. The man was seriously a monkey in his previous life.
A dog barked off in the distance as Matrix moved stealthily across the muddy marsh. There wasn’t much I didn’t know of the club members. I researched extensively before I joined, and from what I knew of Matrix, his life was anything but easy. His intelligence was what kept him alive, that and his previous life. I wondered if Reaper truly knew the men he called brothers. While some were an open book, a few were that if push came to shove would surprise even the devil himself. Men that I would think twice about confronting.
Ghost and Viper were coming in from the rear with Shadow offering cover after Ravage and I both took out the snipers on Reapers orders. We knew that wouldn’t come until Gadget was safely inside. In the meantime, we waited, allowing Phantom to do her thing. Whatever that was.
I could clearly see Phantom from my spot as she laughed and talked with three heavily armed men. I knew what they saw when they looked at her. She really played the part well. Only Phantom was no prostitute, and if any of those fuckers so much as touched her, I would put a bullet in their heads.
This mission was a snatch and grab, a two-prong mission, one to be implemented right after the other. The first Gadget was to secure Matrix’s son and the young woman taking care of him. Second came the bloodbath. If they weren’t wearing Golden Skulls colors, they were dead souls walking. We knew from the security feeds Gadget had managed to set up that the compound was full of guards, mercenaries, and people. Instead of people who should be at home with their loved ones, they were waiting to be shipped overseas and sold to the highest bidder. And as of thirty minutes ago, we all knew that Caroline Doherty and Jeffery Denton were in the master suite bumping uglies.
