He looked out across the crowd, and he didn’t like what he saw.The odds were not in their favor.The chances of there being more men were high.
“How long are they out?”
“About ten minutes, depending on how long it takes them to get out of the clubhouse, but you know it’s not going to be all the guys,” he said.“Some of them need to stay at the clubhouse.”
“Shit!Fuck!”This was not what he wanted to hear.He had to get to his brother.
Staring at the building site, he couldn’t believe he hadn’t seen this before, or even figured it out.Wilcox had always been a slippery weasel, and when he saw him that one time, he never fucking suspected he was working for the fucking enemy.It pissed him off.He should have known.
He didn’t know how the Twisted Bastards MC ended up with Wilcox, nor did he know how they got their claws into Andrew.What he did know was that one or both of them had come after his family, and that was a sure sign to get them fucked.
“I’m seeing that scary-as-fuck look on your face,” Brick said.
“I’ve got to get to my brother,” Big Dick said.“I don’t even know if he is still alive.”
“He is.Smokey said he is randomly talking but...”Brick didn’t finish.
“But what?”
“It’s not sounding good,” Brick said.
Time was running out, and he didn’t want to waste a moment when he could get Erick out now.
There are so many different exits and entrances on a building site.He knew going in the front would be a guaranteed death wish.He did not want to die.He had to get back to Larissa, his wife, the fucking love of his life.
How had it gotten so fucked, so fucking quickly?
Anger rushed through him.
“I’m going to go around the back,” Big Dick said.
“Damn it, you know Smokey will be pissed.”
“Do you think they’ve not got him covered?The moment they turn up, the first thing they are going to do is shoot my brother.The kid may be a fucking prick, but he is still my brother.If I can get him out, then it will be all right,” he said.
Brick gritted his teeth and growled.
“This is not a good idea, but I will fucking cover you.Fuck!”
None of this was good.Big Dick knew that, but he nodded at Brick, and then made his way around the building site, staying as low down as he could, finding a weakness within the fence that meant he could slide right through.He made sure to keep low, and to keep a lookout.The Twisted Bastards MC clearly thought their cover was kept, and in a way, it had been.
The best way to walk around in plain sight was find a fucking local that could afford to keep you hidden.It was the one option he hadn’t considered.He wasn’t even tempted to go looking.He should have known better.
His brother was now paying the price, and he was going to make sure the Twisted Bastards MC got what was coming to them.He got inside the building undetected, which was a fucking miracle.
The Twisted Bastards MC were sloppy.He didn’t know how they had been able to survive this fucking long.Cadeon was the reason, he knew that, and he hated the bastard for it.
He didn’t take the elevator, but instead the stairs, and he didn’t dawdle.When the shooting started, he had a feeling Erick would be on borrowed time.If he started to shoot, there was a chance it could get his brother killed.Making his way toward the top floor, he stopped as he looked around the corner, and there, on the floor, was his brother.He also noticed one guy, someone he didn’t recognize, staring down at his cell phone.
If he shot now, and the club wasn’t here in time, he would have a lot of Twisted Bastards MC.If he waited, and the shooting started, then his brother was dead.He was damned if he did, and damned if he didn’t.
Big Dick didn’t make these fucking decisions.
If it was Larissa, you’d shoot.
If it was Smokey, you’d shoot.
Erick is no different, fucking shoot.
