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“But everyone got out alive?”
“There’re injuries. The worse is Blast from Fallen Warriors, but they’ll live. The cultists, on the other hand, sustained heavy losses. They are down at least forty members. Cops are all over the scene, but Willow swept in and is handling shit,” Madcap elaborated.
I sighed and leaned back against Onyx in relief. I closed my eyes as fatigue hit, as adrenaline faded. Onyx shifted me in his arms, and I was asleep before I touched the sofa Onyx gently laid me on.
Chapter Seven.
Diesel
His heart was in his throat when he left Alice with Natasha to flee. As he hit the bottom of the stairs, he gaped at the weaponry on the bar that Magic had placed there. Holy fuck! He knew Magic had an armoury. It made sense, but this was more than he’d imagined. Raddock from the Fallen Warriors jogged past him carrying a rocket launcher, two assault rifles, and three handguns.
“Hercules, Rocket, and Blast are taking the roof with me,” Raddock said, referring to Shane Jackson, who had finally accepted the name of the Greek hero. Shane hated being referred to as a hero, although that was what he was. And Rocket was Carter, who’d been injured while captive by terrorists and was shot protecting Ali-kat at her ranch during a Rage shootout. Blast was Scott, a quiet man who looked positively euphoric. The men jogged past, armed to the teeth, and followed Raddock.
Fuck me, Diesel thought. Those soldiers seemed almost gleeful.
“Wanderlust, Bishop, Spawn, and Rachet are all manning the outside wall,” Magic informed Diesel.
Diesel nodded at the four maniacs from the Devil’s Scythe.
“Got Bone and Wraith on those windows,” Magic continued, pointing to the Hellfire prospects. “Poison and Razor are covering that window.” Magic bent his head in acknowledgement at the Unwanted Bastards’ brothers, they were arguing over who had the best weapons.
Diesel rolled his eyes. It was a fact you had to be insane to join that MC.
“I’d put Lex and Ezra on that window and Calamity and Fanatic at the door,” Diesel said. He had no qualms about putting Chance’s nephew in the line of fire. Fanatic had joined them so he wouldn’t be babied. So no babying. And out of Rage and Hellfire, Diesel was the ranking officer.
“Who’s outside other than the Devil’s Scythe four?” Diesel asked.
“We got Banshee, Data, and then there’s Zoom, Zippy, Judgement, and Grease from the Devil’s Damned Disciples. They’re hidden in the treeline. Gonna be our snipers alongside Raddock’s team on the roof,” Magic explained as Diesel grabbed an AK-47 and several handguns.
“Entering the car park now!” Calamity called.
Diesel knew Fanatic and Calamity were well protected behind it. The door was a foot thick, and bullets couldn’t break through easily. Both Calamity and Fanatic had opened the little windows and had shotguns aimed out of them.
“I am going out,” Magic said.
“No!” Diesel replied and reached for him.
“Think I’m gonna sit here and let them blow my bar to heaven?” Magic asked.
“Over fifty men are getting out,” Raddock’s voice crackled over a radio.
“Fifty for one woman?” Ezra demanded, rolling his eyes.
“Jesus, they really have a hard-on for her,” Bone commented.
“They can’t have her, brother. She belongs to Hellfire,” Wraith growled.
Diesel appreciated the prospect’s attitude. No, they couldn’t fuckin’ have Alice.
“Inside the bar. You have Alexis; bring her out now, and this doesn’t have to end badly,” a smarmy voice announced, and Diesel stiffened.
“It’s that fuckin’ Fifth Minister!” he grumbled.
“Walk the fuck away. There’s no Alexis here,” Magic bellowed.
“Hand her over, asshole. And we will leave you in peace. Be a shame to kill those with you,” Fifth Minister shouted back.
“I’ll show you peace!” Magic grunted. “Raddock!”
