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“Hawk!” Eagle turned the knob, but it was locked. “Open the fuck up!”
Hawk unlocked the door and opened it to find Eagle in the hallway with Drac standing a few feet away. “What’s wrong?”
“We’re under attack.” Eagle pointed toward the window at the far end of the hallway. Loud sounds came from that end, where the building faced the front of the compound. “What the hell is that?”
“Gunfire. Black Jacks.” Eagle looked past Hawk’s shoulder and frowned. “Get your shit together and meet us downstairs.”
“Did you call the police?” Hawk found a T-shirt and pulled it over his head. Usually they didn’t deal with police, but their compound had never been openly attacked before.
“They’re not answering,” Drac said. “We’re not close enough to civilian homes or businesses for them to care.”
Which meant the cops were letting this play out, hoping it would mean the end of the MC.
Eagle pointed at Izzy who now stood in the center of the room, wearing Hawk’s robe. “All women in the basement.” Then he left and headed for the emergency stairs.
Drac moved into the doorway and said, “Grab all your weapons. There are at least ten attackers. After you stash the woman, meet us in the armory.”
Hawk closed the door and ran a hand through his hair. When he faced Izzy, she already had her jeans on. “I’m almost ready.” She pulled on her bra and he helped her with the back clasp. “What’s happening?”
“I’m not sure.” He handed her her T-shirt. Then he searched around for his boots and his gun. “But we need to hurry.”
Once she had her shoes on, she dug around her duffel bag and frowned. “Cali still has my gun.”
“You won’t need it.” He took her hand and led her out of the room. By the time they reached the first floor of the motel, he heard gunfire and the acrid smell of smoke burned the inside of his nose.
She covered her mouth with her hand and pointed to where smoke was entering the hallway from beneath the door that led to the weight room. “Now what?”
“This way.” He dragged her through hallways and down a set of stairs until they reached the tunnel that led to the Powder House. Because that building had been built as an armory, the builders had included places to hide as well as ways to escape.
When they reached the basement, beneath the Powder House, he opened the door and ordered, “Get in. Don’t come out until I say so.”
She opened her mouth but he kissed her before she could argue. Gently, he pushed her inside the basement, shut the door, and locked it. Then he ran down another tunnel, and up the stairs, until he reached the main clubhouse room with a long bar, many pool tables, and lots of couches.
Gunfire and shouts sounded from outside, but he didn’t bother checking the situation through the window. It was too dangerous. Instead, he ran down the back hallway and pressed a hidden button in the paneling. The paneling moved aside to show a steel door with a keypad. He typed in the code, entered the armory, and every man who was loading ammo into weapon clips turned to face him.
He ignored their pointed looks and annoyed frowns. Instead he passed by tables filled with laptops and rifles and stopped next to Acid who was watching the screens on the wall that streamed the security cameras mounted outside the gates and inside the compound.
Hawk squinted at the screens and wished he had his glasses. “What’s going on?”
“We’re surrounded by at least ten Black Jacks.” Acid pointed to the cameras outside the gates. “They have M4s and AK47s. They’ve been setting small fires around the walls, and they threw a few Molotov cocktails. But I’m not worried about those. Volt and Fate are putting out the fires in the motel.”
“Any chance the Black Jacks have plastic explosives?” Hawk asked.
“There’s always a chance,” Acid responded with his annoyed voice.
Thor came up behind them. “How come we’re not out there, returning fire?”
Acid glanced at Thor and Hawk. “If we kill any of those Black Jacks, we’ll just start a war with an MC that’s almost as large as ours. And we don’t need any murder charges added to our rap sheets.” He pointed to another camera stream that watched the road, closer to town. Two police cars were parked on the shoulder. They sat there as if waiting for something more interesting to happen. “I am sure Thomas Pole, and the rest of the local PD, are hoping we come out, guns blazing, so they can arrest us on federal and state murder and gun charges.”
Thor charged his personal shotgun and placed it on a nearby table. “What should we do?”
“We ask for a parley,” Eagle said. “We know what they really want.”
“We’re not giving them Izzy,” Hawk spoke directly to Acid. “I’m not letting her go back to her stepfather.”
“But we can’t give up the ring,” Thor said. “That money would make us solvent for decades.”
“Not really.” Cali came forward holding his own AK47. “I was reading about that ring. If we find it, we’d have to sell it on the black market. Since it’s an antiquity of tremendous cultural value, the U.S. and Irish governments would require us to give it up without compensation.”
