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“There were six of us.Six. How the fuck did they get away? What were you idiots doing? Cowering like a bunch of babies?”
“It’s not like we prepared for a shootout,” Smoke argues. “What the fuck was that about anyway?”
“That was me taking care of business. It’s not like I can trust you guys to do it.” He throws up his hands in frustration. “Fuck. A few bullets go flying and you all run for cover. Disgusting. At least Freddie and Brash shot back. I think we even got one or two of those fuckers. But with all of us here, we should have bodies lying over there.” Fat Mike shakes his head, glancing at Freddie and Brash. “Let’s get back to the club so we can figure out how to clean up this fucking mess.”
“What do you want us to do?” I ask.
“Load up and get back to the fucking clubhouse,” he snarls, then turns and heads toward his bike. “You guys had better hope we figure out a way to deal with this,” he shoots over his shoulder before the three of them mount up and peel away.
“What. The. Fuck?” Smoke grinds out.
Shrugging, I walk toward Fix, who leans against the side of the van, cigarette in his mouth.
“We need to put a stop to this,” he says. “He almost got us fucking killed this time.”
Smoke snorts. “Honestly, I think he was actually disappointed we weren’t.”
Sighing, I shake out my hands as adrenalin begins to leave my body. I’ve been in similar situations before, but never without being prepared for the possibility. This was too close. Too real.
“We need to get out of here.” I glance around. “The gunfire might have been heard by someone. Smoke, go ahead and take off. As soon as you get back, call Doc and tell him what happened.” Smoke nods, hurrying toward his bike. Looking at Fix, I nod toward the bikes. “Help me load Dodger’s and my bike into the van. I’ll drive it back. I’m sure Stress is in no position to do it.”
He smirks. “You know he probably would if we asked him.”
“Yeah, he would.” I exhale. “Let’s get back. I have a feeling the night isn’t over.”
As we load up the bikes and get on the road, all I can think about is that this could have been the end for all of us. I’m sure we’ll hear from Brick soon enough. There’s no way he’ll let this amount of disrespect go. Hell, I wouldn’t, either
Something needs to be done about Fat Mike and his followers. I’m certain there will be more bloodshed before everything is said and done. But we need to protect our club. Even if the risk is coming from within it.
ChapterFive
Jenny
Chaos.
That’s what we walk into when we show up at the clubhouse.
I had just started watching a movie, ready to relax after helping my mom get the last pie into the oven, when I heard my dad’s phone ring.
His outburst shortly after made me jump off the couch and stride into the kitchen.
“Who was hurt?” he barks into the phone, pulling on his vest and grabbing his keys. “Fuck. Is he okay?... What the fuck happened?”
I couldn’t hear the other end of the conversation, but it had my dad racing toward the front door, skidding to a stop when my mom stepped in front of him.
“What happened?” she asked, eyes pleading.
Even before my dad answered, I knew. His clenched fists, pained expression, rapid breathing. Those are his tells. Something happened to Mustang. Seeing the shadow descend over my mom’s face, I knew she’d come to the same conclusion, especially when she grabbed her purse and coat before my dad even answered her.
“There was an incident. Everyone’s alive, but Brian was hurt.”
Hearing my dad use my brother’s real name, not his road name, showed just how upset he was.
The next ten minutes were a blur as we made our way to the club. On the way, dad told us that Chopper had already called his friend, David, who’s a doctor. Him and dad grew up together and have always been close. David is always willing to swing by when anyone from the club calls.
Trying to stay strong for my mom, I kept my worries to myself as we pulled up to the club. Getting out of the car, everything was quiet. Nobody would know the bedlam going on inside…until you opened the door.
Angry proclamations… Swearing… Confusion…
