I’m not sure what takes over me. I know he’s dead, but I shoot him two more times in the chest for good measure. An agonized scream rips out of me as I put my gun away and look over his body.
I never wanted this, I never wanted to be this man, but he made me this way, and I don’t know if there’s any coming back from this.
A hand grips my shoulder, and I jolt from the touch. Cash’s deep voice has me relaxing and releasing some tension.
“You did what you had to do. That’s a sign of a true leader if I ever saw one. Don’t let anything he said get to you. They were thewords of a dying traitor. Stay focused and remember what we’re fighting for,” he encourages, and I nod.
“Fuck,” Axel groans as we all collectively hear the rumbling of engines in the distance.
“Shite,” Doc hisses, looking down at his phone. “They know somethings up.”
“Do you think Dread warned them?” Axel grunts, anger lacing his words as we all draw our weapons.
Luckily, we’re stashed away in a warehouse filled to the brim with illegal weapons.
“No, someone else had to have flipped,” I shout back, needing that to be the case. If I let Dread go and he fuckin’ did this to us, I’d never forgive myself.
I stand by the window, peeking out of the brown shitty curtain as I watch the rest of the club approach. It’s everyone… including Atlas… who should not be with the club right now. He’s supposed to be waiting in the van with Mickey.
“It’s fuckin’ Atlas,” I announce to the guys.
“He knows where the fuckin’ lake house is,” Cash growls in a warning tone.
Before I can even respond, he’s out the back door, and I curse under my breath as I watch the rest of the club get off their bikes. I’m not sure what he’s told them, but it can’t be everything.
Guys I know for a fact are on our side are still standing beside the rest of the club. If they knew everything Maverick and the others would be dead already.
Atlas points at the house and speaks, but as soon as his mouth opens, a bullet flies right through his head, killing him instantly.
“Fuck!” I shout.
As soon as Atlas’ body hits the ground, everything turns into utter mayhem. Bullets fly towards the house. The window nextto me shatters, and I shield my face from the flying glass as I do my best to aim at the men I know are our enemy.
It’s a blessing that we have guys on the other side as they take out some of the older members. They don’t even expect it. Maverick, by himself, takes out Smiley and Boomerang. There are members of the club that look completely fuckin’ confused as to what’s happening, and I make a note of their faces, in case they survive this.
There might not be much of a club to lead after all is said and done.
I aim, hitting Pipes in the center of his chest, and watch him fall. The gunfire seems to finally come to a pause, the men no longer shooting are on my side, as far as I know. We’re going to need some serious fuckin’ vetting if we’re going to continue to be a club.
Part of me thinks we should cut our losses and toss our patches into a bonfire. But as I look around at the bloodshed and trauma that has happened here, there’s no fuckin’ way this is all for nothing.
Still, I draw my weapon as I go outside. Fuck, this is a mess. Between my father inside and the bodies riddled over the dusty front lawn, the cleanup is going to be extravagant.
Doc and Axel follow me as we take a headcount of who’s left and who’s dead.
It’s then we hear grunting coming from behind us, all of us spin to watch as Cash and Sasquatch go at it, hand to hand. They’re the only two Alphas in the club who are matched in size. And with the way they’re brawling, there’s no clear shot to take Sasquatch out. I thought he was on our side.
What the fuck is happening?
We watch in horror as Sasquatch takes a knife out of his belt and he impales it into Cash’s face, sending him to the ground.
Axel is quicker than me as he takes the risky shot, shooting Sasquatch in his abdomen. He collapses next to Cash’s body as we run over. Both of them are still breathing, until Axel shoots Sasquatch in the head, ending his life.
Cash moans and writhes on the ground, his head gushing blood in a way I’ve never seen anyone survive. Axel and I stare down in shock at the man our Omega bonded.
“What the fuck do we do?” Axel shouts.
Doc comes running over next, thank fuckin’ God he’s here. “Get me some fuckin’ clean towels now!” he shouts.
