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Dante hit two more of the men with shots directly to the head. They were dead before they even hit the ground.
As the bodies fell, Dante spotted one of the men at the rear of the pack and his flash of red hair. It was Padraig. Like the rest of his men, he had a bandana tied around his face, but it had come loose.
Dante aimed for Padraig’s arm and fired. The man grabbed his shoulder and his steps faltered, and then he was tumbling to the ground.
Two more of the Midnight crew took shelter behind the gate post and fired back.
Dante felt a burn in his right leg but he ignored it. He tapped his earpiece again.
“I’m going in closer, cover me,” he stated and then stood up.
The pain in his leg was worse than he’d realized but he kept going, getting as near to the gate as possible. There were only two more that needed to go down.
“Fuck you, Houlos!” a voice yelled out. “Fuck you all!”
Dante looked around the bush and spotted Raven on the ground, holding his shoulder.
“Too bad your guys are shit shooters,” Dante replied. “You’re done for, Matthews. Your whole fucking crew in Alberta is done!”
The gunfire ceased for a moment, and the only sound that echoed on the wind was that of leaves crunching underfoot. Looking over his shoulder, Dante spotted Sonny, Nate, and Gage behind him. Guns drawn, his brothers nodded.
It was now or never.
Dante pulled out and spotted the blond guy from the bar, Axel. He aimed and fired three rapid shots in succession. One in the head and two in the chest. Axel’s head exploded and he fell back, crumpling into a heap on top of another body.
One more…
A sudden movement out of the corner of his eye had Dante swiveling, ready to fire again.
Boom. A shot whizzed by his head and hit a nearby tree, but Dante kept firing. Sonny was up on his right, Nate on his left. They fired off more rounds, hitting someone else.
And then, no one was firing back.
“We’re good,” Dante murmured to Sonny, glancing around.
Hopefully, Raven and Padraig were still alive.
Dante stepped closer to survey the damage. The driveway was stained with blood, the smell of copper and death suddenly overwhelming. His stomach recoiled but he held on.
Sonny and Gage stepped up to him. Nate was close behind.
“Shit, man, we better move on outta here. You’re hit.”
“I’m fine.” Dante waved Sonny off.
He limped around the dead bikers and spotted Padraig clutching his arm.
Raven was sitting nearby. His shoulder was covered in blood, and it continued to pool underneath him.
“Avery, Wyatt, get the cars started. Sonny, you, Nate, Vanier, and Jackson load these two up,” Gage ordered. “I’ll make sure the others are dead. Dante, get to the fucking car, now!”
Dante obeyed his president and stumbled as fast as his injured leg would allow him.
Back in the SUV, he grabbed a rag and tied it around his thigh in a makeshift tourniquet, stemming the blood flow. Then he carefully felt around the painful wound.
“Son of a bitch!” he groaned out as he spotted the rest of his crew hauling Raven and Padraig into the other SUV.
There was blood all over the main road but not for long.
