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As I approach, the rest of the guys are being corralled in one section.
I don’t like this.
I glance up, watching more and more of the Bratva headed higher. My anxiety reaches a critical level as I go to yell to Hurricane that the Bratva are above us, but I am too late. They open fire on us as we’re huddled together.
We all duck, bullets zooming in at us from every angle.
We have nowhere to hide.
I watch Fox take a bullet to the shoulder, and he drops to a knee. I go to help him, but piercing pain radiates through my leg. Blood seeps through my jeans, and I know I’ve been hit. My eyes shoot up, seeing my brothers taking bullets, and out of the corner of my eyes, I watch as Hurricane brings his gun up subtly, aims at Six as he tries to protect his men from the spray, and as he turns to pull his gun to defend, Hurricane takes the shot. My heart leaps into my chest as blood bursts out of Six’s chest, his eyes rolling back into his head, and he drops to the ground.
My eyes meet Hurricane’s, and I dip my head in acknowledgment and look away.
The Houston brothers crowd around their president, horror on their faces while taking on bullets themselves. Hoodoo rushes to Six’s side, our medic frantically working on Six to make it look like NOLA is helping.
This is fucking madness.
This is fucking chaos.
And I see it on the faces of the rest of my NOLA brothers. They understand what just happened, but we can’t take the time to process it now. We’re in the middle of a fight we’re desperately losing. And if we want to come out of this, we must find a way.
We huddle together while bullets continue to pummel all around us. Then, the faint clapping of something overhead comes from the distance. I glance up and see a helicopter flying in at full speed. Smiling wide, I already know exactly who’s piloting, but I had no idea they were joining this party.
Alpha from LA Defiance soars his helicopter closer to the cabin with the Bratva mowing us down. Then he opens fire, the force of his giant military-grade ammunition blowing parts of the roof away and sending the Bratva soldiers flying off the roof.
We cheer as Ink, Strings, Loki, and Swift descend along the battle ropes down to the cabin’s roof to fight the remaining soldiers. They jump onto the roof, the fight breaking out between the LA brothers and the Bratva as soon as they reach their marks.
Alpha takes off, but Antonfinallysteps out of a cabin with a grenade launcher in his arms.
We widen our eyes and bring our guns up to fire at him, but it’s too late. He sets the rocket launcher off, the missile heading straight for Alpha’s helicopter. He tries to duck out of the way, but the rocket clips the rotor blade and explodes the side of the chopper. It begins to plummet toward us, and we don’t have time to run after Anton. We only have time to get out of the way before the helicopter lands on top of us.
We scatter fast as we can as the chopper descends on the cabin opposite the one the LA brothers are fighting on, then explodes, sending a shockwave through the camp, forcing everyone on their asses with the blast.
My chest squeezes, thinking of Alpha in that helicopter.
He was a fucking good brother, and in the space of a few minutes, we’ve lost two Defiance presidents to thisfucking war.
Shaking myself off, I stand calling out to Hurricane, “Pres, there!” I yell as we all turn to see Anton running toward the warehouse. His soldiers are depleted thanks to Alpha shooting them like the rabid dogs they are.
As we take chase after Anton, we fire on any remaining Bratva on our way. The tide has turned, and we’re now on top, winning this fight.
We have to get to Anton before that bastard gets away.
Injured and sore as hell, but with some fight left in us, we all race, following Anton into the warehouse where the children are stored, but Texas, Hoodoo, and Slick evacuated them to safety earlier.
Anton skids into the warehouse, his eyes wide when he notices the women and children are gone and his guards are dead on the ground. The rest of us slowly stalk up on him as he watches Houston, NOLA, and LA Defiance aiming their guns at him.
“You have nowhere left to go, Anton. You have no one left to fight for you. Hand over your weapon,now!” Hurricane demands.
Anton stops walking backward and exhales heavily, shaking his head. “I guess it was always going to come to this, wasn’t it, Hurricane?”
Hurricane steps forward, shrugging his shoulders. “You made this personal when your men killed my unborn niece. When they broke the fingers of my wife. When they terrorized my sister-in-law, she went into a tonic-clonic seizure so bad we weren’t sure she would recover. Not to mention, you shot the Baroness. If you killed her, the ramifications of that coulda been catastrophic forsomany people.You don’t think, Anton, that’salwaysbeen your damn problem.”
He raises his gun in the air, shaking his head. “This war got out of hand… the harming of children by both parties was unjust. Where are the children who were in here?”
“They’re safe. Theywon’tbe harmed. You have my word.”
“And the women? What will you do to them?” he asks like we’re some kind of fucking animals.
