“Wicked Warriors, this is a warning! We’re returning to get our VP and Enforcer,” a tallhulkyman yells, standing at the first car.
I look up; the cars start backing up, kicking up the gravel. The three men from the first car move their arms back and throw something.
What the fuck!
Boom!
The explosion shakes the ground and the building. Yeah, the fucking force throws me in the air.
“Blood,” I yell before blacking out.
Twelve
Blood
The sound of the machine gun continues to pound into the building; the bullets are coming from outside, piercing through the fucking clubhouse walls.
I look around at the brothers falling to the ground, taking cover where fucking place that they can in the clubhouse. I see Autumn at the bar, fuck; my heart stops, then it starts pounding fucking fast and hard. I watch Autumn fall onto the floor, crawling to get behind the bar.
What the fuck!
Where is Wynter?
She has to be in our room and didn’t fucking come out into the clubhouse with Autumn, did she?
Fuck!
My heart fucking stops; I inhale and exhale quickly, trying to calm my fucking skyrocketing pressure.
Fucking hell, I’ve never ever felt this anxiety, this fear in my entire life. I’m petrified that Wynter is out here, and fuck! I don’t want her or the baby to get hurt.
She’s fucking mortal.
I can’t lose her.
Motherfuckers have the balls to come to our clubhouse and fucking shoot at us. These fuckers must be the Satanic Bastards MC! They know that we have their VP and Enforcer.
We’re here in defense instead of fucking offense as we planned! But this is good because they would kill our old lady’s if we were not here like we planned.
All of these fucking thoughts are racing through my mind, forcing this anguish to take me down the path of feeling helpless, vulnerable.
That’s shit that I’ve never experienced.
This is fucking hell on Earth.
My fucking chest is constricting so damn tight; I’m having difficulties breathing.
I need to look for Wynter!
I search for her once more time around the main clubhouse room, and I can’t fucking see her, but my heart tells me that she’s in trouble. I push up from the floor, ready to search for her when the ground shakes, the building rocks, and the fucking blast of what feels like a small handmade bomb explosion.
The next second, the fucking clubhouse door explodes, flying through the room, and the glass windows shatter.
“Blood, we need to get to Wynter,” Vicious yells, running to me.
“Fucker, what do you mean, where is Wynter,” I shout, staring at Vicious, waiting for him to tell me where in the hell is my woman.
“She was looking for you, I told her to go to your room, but she didn’t listen,” Vicious shouts, waving his hands.
