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Kelvin’s trying to rein me in, but his words aren’t helping.
“Bro, if she’s hurt, you’ve got to let her father get to her, okay?”
She’d fucking better not be hurt. The mere fucking thought of someone hurting her has my temper spiking. The sound of pipes from behind lets me know my brothers are on their way. I should have known they wouldn’t have sat back and waited. I’d have done the same in their shoes. I’m never one to sit back and wait for the shit to hit the fan. I prefer to be in on the action.
Kelvin takes a left, and I see the Dirty Demons clubhouse come into view. We’re here.
“This shit could go south quickly,” I say once I’m out of the vehicle and standing by Prez’s ride.
“I’ve got my men here already,” Kelvin says with a shark's grin. “They’ll be standing guard here and making sure no one comes in or out.”
“That’s good, because we’re taking out anyone who gets in our way,” Denis Gallagher says as he and his sons join us. “My main goal is to get my daughter. Anyone else is collateral damage.”
He doesn’t give a fuck who he hurts, as long as Chloe’s back with him.
“Let’s do this,” Ace says as he reaches for his gun.
Everyone follows suit. We have over sixty men and women with us. This won’t take us long. It’s going to be messy as fuck, and not one of us give a fuck.
Denis, along with his sons, Danny and Malcolm, lead the way, with Ace, Kelvin, and I a step behind.
“There are twenty-four members,” Kelvin tells me. “The president is Matthew ‘Iron fist’ Jacobs.”
Denis turns back to look at us, his steps not faltering. “Jacobs? Do you know if he’s related to Sean Kelly of Ireland?”
Kelvin nods. “That’s his nephew.”
“Fucking cunt,” Denis growls. “I should have fucking known that bastard had something to do with this.”
What the fuck?
“Maverick,” Denis says loudly. “Call your uncle and relay the news.” His voice is ice cold. The man is about ready to kill someone—not that anyone can blame him; his daughter is missing—but I’m in the dark. Why the fuck would Sean Kelly be involved in this? He’s her grandfather.
“Are we missin’ somethin’? I thought you said the psycho was her grandfather?” Ace asks Makenna as we edge closer to the Dirty Demons compound.
“He is. He’s also a deranged lunatic. There’s no doubt in my mind that he’s behind this,” Makenna hisses, her eyes flashing with anger.
Christ, what the fuck is with these fucking assholes going after their own family? There’s a fuck of a lot of the Irish. Surely no one would be that stupid to go after them. The Irish like to have their kids marry people of power just to ensure they have as many allies as possible. Makenna married into the Italian mafia in New York, same with her niece, Holly—Denis’ eldest daughter. Danny married Melissa—her family practically runs London. Malcolm married Raylee—her brothers run southern Spain. I don’t think any of the Irish married anyone who wasn’t already part of the criminal world. So, for that cunt Kelly to come after Chloe, he’s signed his death warrant. The fucker is going to die, but the question remains. Why has he done this?
Rat-a-tat-tat.
A hail of gunfire explodes from the windows and doors. These fuckers are prepared for us. Did they know we were coming or were they just waiting?
The ground shakes as the Dirty Demons rush out of the clubhouse, their guns pointed in our direction.
“Don’t fucking get shot” Ace snarls as we return fire.
A few Dirty Demons drop before us. The bullets rip through their bodies. Heads and arms shatter, and blood splatters everywhere. The only thought in my mind is getting past them and making it to Chloe.
Denis doesn’t hesitate. He runs toward the fuckers with the guns. A bullet rips through his arm and he falls to the floor. It doesn’t stop him. He gets to his feet and stumbles forward. His left arm hangs at his side, but the gun in his other hand is pointed toward the Dirty Demons and he’s taking the fuckers down one by one.
“What the fuck?” Ace says, looking at Denis and the fight he’s putting up.
“How many more assholes are there?” I growl as I hear the gunfire move from the front of the clubhouse to the back. I’m not surprised the fuckers are retreating. They’ve lost a lot of brothers in this fight, and there’s more to come.
“Da,” Danny growls as he reaches his father. “You need to fucking stop, otherwise you’ll bleed to death. Let Makenna patch you up.”
