“What about the money, Spider? It’s as much ours as it’s yours.”
The shouting grows louder and more volatile as tempers ignite.
“Disciples, fall in line!” Spider bellows and the complaints die down. “I am the founder and president of this MC. My word is law!”
“Fuck that!” The guy, whose father apparently met his demise at my hands, centers his weapon on me. “Burn in Hell.”
Before he can pull the trigger, his brains are splattered all over the ground.
“Sniper!” someone shouts.
About fucking time.
I yank Loretta behind the car just as gunfire lights up the night. My brothers swarm in with lethal precision.
Spider picked the wrong place for this meeting. The ridges and outcrops provided the perfect cover for an ambush.
Bullets and death rattles serenade the night as blood spills and bodies drop. The Disciples don’t stand a chance—we’ve got more manpower, the element of surprise, and bulletproof vests.
“Stay here and keep down.” Ignoring Loretta’s screams not to leave her, I join my brothers, pouring lead into any Disciples that find themselves in my sights.
A few get away on their bikes. If they’ve got half a brain, they’ll leave Kent for good. We’re taking hits too. I never want to see a brother fall, but unfortunately it comes with the territory. One day you’re fucking your favorite twinkie, and then the next day, you’re dead.
I spot Spider making a run for his bike.Not today, motherfucker.I sprint after him but don’t shoot, even though my trigger finger is itching to do him in. I need him alive…For now.
I catch up to him with ease and tackle him to the desert floor. He scrambles for his weapon, inches from his fingertips, but a hand snaps in and plucks it away.
“Not so fast, dipshit.”
Cricket. He’s saved my ass too many times to count.I climb to my feet, pulling Spider with me.
“It’s over. We kicked their asses.”
I was so fixated on my target; I hadn’t noticed the shooting had stopped. Cleanup’s already in full swing. The brotherhood works as a unit—rounding up the wounded, collecting our fallen, and hunting down every last Disciple who bolted on foot.
“It’s not over until I get Zilphia back,” I growl and stand toe-to-toe with the man who fathered her. “You’re going to take me to her, and you better pray she’s still alive.”
I pat Spider down, taking a gun and several mags off him.I slide the former in the back of my jeans and store the latter in my cut.
“Holy sweaty balls,” Cricket blurts out. “Is that your mother?” I follow his gaze to the blonde woman kneeling at Zeus’s feet.
“She’s not my mother.” I push Spider ahead of me. “Walk.” I would take care of her myself, but right now, every second counts.
Cricket falls into step beside me. “Ain’t leaving you to handle this alone.”
“You going for Zilphia?” Zeus calls out to me.
“Yeah.”
“Take some brothers with you.”
I shake my head. “No time. Cricket got my back.”
He nods, then motions toward Katherine. “What do you want to do with her?” Betraying the Gods is an automatic death sentence, but because she pushed me out of her body, Zeus is giving me the privilege to decide her fate.
“Please don’t let him kill me, Sam,” she pleads. “I’m still your moth—”
I discharge two slugs into her abdomen without missing a step. She slumps to the ground, still breathing, but she’ll bleed out soon enough.
