“Yes, I’m ready.” Molly turns to the window again, and I walk over to peer out the window next to her.
“Where’s Andy now?” I ask.
“He went to the store on the corner. He’s going to warn the owner in case things go bad,” Molly says. “He said that his friend might close the store so people will stay home.”
“Okay, let’s move out. We’ll stick to the shadows the best we can. Let’s go.” I step to the door and am shocked when Molly walks out of the kitchen area with a knife in her hand, handing me one as she reaches me.
“We need something to defend ourselves since we don’t have a gun. I’m not being taken by them again, and I’m not going to be raped by them either. I’ll cut their dicks off before that happens.”
I give Molly a nod, and we head out. I take her hand so I’m sure she’s right with me. As far as I’m concerned at this point we are in this together.
Standing in the shadows between shops on the edge of Main Street, we wait quietly. So far, we have only seen two of the Cobras riding past, and although they seem to look intently, and more than likely for us, they pass by without us being seen.
We feel the ground shaking slightly, right before hearing the roar of hogs approaching. I look at Molly and smirk right before murmuring, “My brothers are coming.”
Molly nods her head, but doesn’t return my excitement. I suppose I can’t expect it as she doesn’t know us. The mess with the Cobras isn’t going to endear her to a biker club either. But she will find out we are good people if she gives us a chance. I’ll help her find her stepsister once we get back to the clubhouse.
From where we are in the depths of the alley, the sound of so many bikes echoes from the walls. Seeing the first few bikes pass, it’s time to show ourselves to my brothers. Walking quickly down the alley, I step out onto the sidewalk and shout to my brothers. The first to see me honk their horns, and it is soon taken up by those around them. This is the signal to stop and prepare for battle.
“Whoa!” Hearing Molly’s quiet exclamation, I look at her and see the way she is staring at the sight before her. I can’t help but feel my chest swell with pride for my brothers. They sure as hell are a sight to behold.
I spot one of the club's vans approaching, and I can’t help but feel a pang for my missing hog. I’d rather be riding my girl home than be in the back of a van. Still, it could be worse. I could have been returning home in a body bag! I’ll be back for my girl; there’s nothing surer than that, and the one called Fink will suffer my wrath.
Taking Molly by the waist, I hoist her through the open side door of the van as it slows. I know she’ll be safe with a couple of brothers and me inside. Hopping in beside her, I slide the door shut and grin at Bull, our tech guy, as he drives the van back into the center of the road and the bikes. Riding shotgun is Pens, theclub secretary, and he’s sporting a shotgun in case of trouble. In the back with Molly and me are Bank, the treasurer, Wraith, with his customary carryall of weapons, and Jamie Grant, our very pretty local town doctor.
“Jamie? What the hell are you doing here, Doc?” I exclaim. Not being affiliated with the club in any way, I’m surprised she’s in the van.
“Pleased to see you too, Breaker. I heard what was going down and persuaded Whack that I should tag along, in case you or your lady friend had any injuries that couldn’t wait. Your lady certainly looks good considering her ordeal. You look as ugly and grouchy as ever.”
“I am not his lady, or his anything.” Molly spits at Jamie, which has her laughing.
“Hell. She has your attitude right off the bat. You should marry her and nail her down before she can get away,” Jamie smiles at Molly as she says this.
“And you can fuck right off. Doc, is it? Your bedside manner sucks.” Tilting her head to one side, she raises her eyebrows and stares her down.
The tension is broken by Wraith, laughing deep and loud from where he is sitting by the rear doors, damn near dripping weapons of one sort or another.
“That told you, Doc, in no uncertain terms. She’s gonna be fun to have around the clubhouse. Hey, Molly. Don’t take any shit from the club whores. You need to stamp your authority on them from the moment you walk in. Give them an inch, and they’ll make your life a living hell for as long as you’re with us.” Wraithgives her a knowing wink, and I can see the effect his words are having.
Before Molly can respond, Bull speaks up. “Wraith! Roadblock ahead. Side door. Get ready!”
Leaning over, I grab Molly around the waist and pull her to me with my left arm. My right grabs a rail fixed to the side of the van.
“You need to hold on tight. Things are about to go sideways.”
I feel her arms snake around my back and her fingers dig into my shoulder blades. Looking down into her eyes, I can’t help feeling this is meant-to-be.
The van slews sideways, the side door slams open, and Wraith appears beside us. Holding an assault rifle with an underslung grenade launcher, he shouts, “FIRE IN THE HOLE!”
He fires three times, and a few seconds later there are three loud explosions. Debris of some sort rains down on the van, and loud cheering can be heard. The door is slammed shut, and a grinning Wraith looks at Molly, then me.
“Fucking Pussies! How do they think a couple of junkers in the road are going to stop a respectable motorcycle club like us from going home? Shame on them. Oh, and they now have at least two vacancies to fill. You shouldn’t create a roadblock and then sit in it. Tut, tut.”
Peering through the windscreen, I see Whack, Cannon and Griller riding side by side, searching for any Cobras as they lead the van through town. All the brothers are here, riding en masse, showing the Cobras what they are dealing with.
Zion, Paxton and Hellion peel away from the formation and chase two bikes down a side street. Two more brothers follow when Whack flicks his hand at them, then the direction he wants them to go. Every side street Whack sends two of the brothers, and it’s not long before we hear gunshots being fired.
Townsfolk take cover in any shop or house I notice through the window of the van. It’s fucking chaos, yet organized chaos. “Sit your ass down, Breaker,” Bull shakes his head at me, but I can see he’s smirking.
