I run full bore toward the clubhouse. Iron Jack stands in the middle of the road right as it opens to the clearing.
Another man strides out, gun on his shoulder. He’s tall, built, and walks with the menace of someone who gives zero fucks.When he sees Iron Jack, he lifts his gun as if he’ll take the shot, but Iron Jack aims his weapon right back.
Fuck.
I duck into my previous position in the trees and aim my gun at the man. I can’t blindly shoot before Iron Jack gets his answers.
But if this asshole is going to get Iron Jack, he’ll go down, too. I’ll make sure of it.
The two men walk toward each other in the open area in front of the club.
“You fucked up my club,” the man calls.
“You fucked up period, Anarchy,” Iron Jack shouts back.
I let out a long slow breath and keep my sight right on Anarchy’s forehead.
The two men keep aiming their guns at each other.
More men emerge from the burning house. Others spray water and use blankets to put out the flames. There are gaping holes in the front of the club. Faces peer through the blown-out windows. Iron Jack made his point.
I can’t take out the entire line of Lucifer’s Kin, but I can eliminate their leader. Probably get about five more before they figure out where I am.
Why did Iron Jack want to do this alone?
But I know. This is his personal vendetta, and he wants his club out clean.
The two men are only ten yards apart, still aiming their guns at each other. I count seven, nine, twelve men lined up with guns in front of the club.
Not loving those odds.
“You tried to run down one of my men,” Iron Jack calls.
“Just a prospect and a whore,” Anarchy says.
I almost shoot him for that alone, but I relax my hand on the trigger. Asshole.
“Same thing happened to my parents,” Iron Jack says.
Anarchy cocks his weapon. “You say so?”
“The bikers were drug runners, but they had crystal on them. Then you show up with your operation.”
“Lots of rock shops around,” Anarchy says.
They walk in a circle, guns raised. Iron Jack is focused and calm. “You started fucking the right mark to see if you could get someone to look the other way.”
“I fuck a lot of whores.”
“The biggest one of all isn’t going to be coming around anymore. I made sure of that.”
Anarchy spits on the ground. “I figured it was you. Did those bitches you took talk? You should have left your dick in their mouths.”
“That’s one thing I hate about you,” Iron Jack says. “You’re foul mouthed about the ladies.” He cocks his weapon with a loud click. “Before I blow a hole between your eyes, tell me who made the order to take down my parents.”
Anarchy doesn’t answer, walking in the circle, aiming his gun at Iron Jack.
Jesus, these two are going to kill each other. That’ll make for real hell in both clubs. The feud will never end. I don’t think he thought this through.
