“The only plan tonight is to pull up and shoot. Anyone wearing a Hogs cut is dead on sight. I want them humiliated and annihilated. Anyone got any questions? No? Good. Get ready to go. If they’ve heard about the shooting, they might be getting ready to move or retaliate.”
Since I’ve picked my weapons of choice, I locate Joey, cousin of the silver hair beauty. Pushing through the crowd, I stop in front of him.
“Hey, man. I’ve been told you’re the one to talk to about your cousin Ruby.”
“What about her?”
“I want to ask her out.”
His laughter annoys me. “Not a fuckin’ chance.”
Some would be deterred but not me. “We’ll see.”
34
Luca
Leaving the prospect and two of Darius’s crew at the club to watch over Tor and the place, we follow Darius and his boys to Cross Street.
I coast each street knowing we’re coming closer to taking out what will be the last of the Hogs from my city. I won’t have to worry so much when Tor heads out. I won’t have to worry so much when she’s in the clubhouse. A part of me just wants them dead for causing grief for my club, but mostly, I want them gone for Tor and my son’s benefit.
Life in this world is never going to run smoothly on a constant cycle but fuck me, I can try to give my family that benefit.
Under the full moon, Darius’s car and his boys’ cars start to slow, and I signal for the brothers to slow.
Three Hogs are huddled out front and whoever is in the back of Darius’s car lets off a string of shots and they all hit the ground. The street becomes a blur as Trey rides up beside me, telling me, “Me and King will go around the back.” I nod and as the Hogs come running out of their hiding pit, the rest of usopen fire. Anyone moving, gets hit. For every Hog body hitting the ground, the worry for Tor’s safety lessens.
Using a car as a shield, I lose sight of Angel and Darius. Peering through the windows, I watch Max coming up behind a Hog and I aim my gun at a Hog creeping up behind him, I let off a shot and Max shoots his mark then spins around. He stares down at the dead body then moves on. I move around the car as two more Hog’s step out of the building. Between my shot and whoever else’s, they both hit the ground and bleed out. Police sirens grow louder. We have a few minutes at most before they arrive to this carnage. “Fall back!” I holler.
Brothers make their way to their bikes, Darius’s boys run for the cars, apart from the two that are dead. I reach my bike, and Angel is no where in sight. Looking around, I can’t see him anywhere.
“Angel!” I yell. I listen out but hear nothing. “God damn it, Angel! Where are you?”
Still nothing.
Running toward the dead bodies, I look over each one, grateful he’s not one of them.
“Over here!” Darius yells.
By the dumpsters, Angel is laid on the ground and my stomach knots.
“No, no, no.”
Dropping to his side, I go to feel for a pulse in his neck when Darius tells me, “He’s alive. A bullet must’ve grazed his neck, he’s bleeding but I’m pretty he’s gonna be fine.”
A short burst of laughter escapes me. “You stupid fucker.” Slapping his cheek, he comes around. “You hit your head in the fall,” I tell him.
The fucking sirens are too close. “Come on, we’ve gotta get out of here unless you wanna share a cell with me for the next twenty years.”
He goes to sit up, his face scrunching in pain. “Have I been shot?”
“Nothing so dramatic,” I assure him.
Between Darius and I, we help him up onto his feet and catch him when he stumbles to the side.
“Woozy,” he says.
“Dar, do you know how to ride?” I ask as we help Angel to his bike.
