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“That’s cheating!” Digger roared. “Those don’t count.”
“Hey, fucknuts!” Chipper shouted, firing off several shouts. “You done clucking like hens ‘cause these assholes are about to breach the front gate!”
Sighing, I simply said, “Sypher.”
“One, two, three...”
“Well, would ya look at that,” Whiskey chuckled as he looked out a front window. “They do shake like bobblehead dolls.”
“Ravage, alarms are going off in Kentucky, Virginia, Louisiana and Oklahoma. It’s not just us. Satan’s Angels are going after the Horseman MC, the Sons of Hell, the Bourbon Kings and the Diamondback MC,” Sypher said hurriedly, typing something into his computer before he gasped. “It’s a coordinated attack.”
“Well, that’s new,” Chipper chuckled. “Didn’t think those assholes were smart enough for something like that.”
“They are going after everyone who helped us,” Sypher said.
“Where are Sunny and Sandman?” I asked, walking over to a window, looking out to see three dead Satan’s Angels on the ground, while the rest stood behind the gates, trying to figure out how to get past the electrified fence.
“Sunny is in Vegas with the Nyght Nymphs MC along with the Wraith Warriors MC.”
“What about Sandman?” Digger asked.
“I’m looking, but I don’t see him.”
“Soleil and Jax?” Whiskey asked.
“Not there either.”
“That isn’t good, Ravage.” Chipper whispered.
“Holy shit,” Sypher gasped. “Sandman’s gone off the reservation. He slaughtered a group of Satan’s Angels south of Vegas. The FEDs are all over the scene. Sandman is hunting.”
“Damn it,” I cursed. “Send out the alert. Warn all the clubs to be on the lookout for him. Tell them not to approach.”
Another explosion rocked the clubhouse as I glared at Digger, who smirked, shrugging his shoulders.
“Slaughter finished the three to the south. He’s moving east now.” Sypher informed.
“Well, I ain’t just gonna sit here and let him have all the fun,” Digger said, cocking his shotgun. “Let’s show these fuckers how us Tennessee boys like to play.”
Nodding, Whiskey opened the front doors as my cousins rushed out, firing at will. I was just about to follow when I heard.
“Where am I?”
Turning, I froze as Karlyn stood in the hallway looking at me, just as another explosion rocked the clubhouse.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
King
Sons of Hell MC, Rosewood, Virginia.
I had just climbed into bed when an alert on my phone sounded.
All I wanted was sleep.
That was it.
I wasn’t asking for too much.
