Legacy stops beside me, lowering his gun, explaining the perfect shot in the dark. He can hit just about anything, moving or not. If he wanted, he could have killed this guy, but he kept him alive on purpose.
“When did you get here?”
“Just now.”
He’s not wearing much more than Havoc, but he at least had time to throw on a shirt.
Havoc and Venom rush forward to secure the shooter trying to crawl away. They don’t bother dragging him back toward the clubhouse. He’ll be going somewhere else until we can deal with him.
Commotion comes from behind us, and I look back to see Steel walking out onto the back patio, where Patch is already tending to the guys who took the brunt of the attack when it first started.
Wick, one of our new prospects, lies motionless, brain matter painting the side of the clubhouse. Mayhem is slumped over his chair beside him. The cigarette he was smoking is at his feet, even though smoke still curls into the air.
As the tail gunner, Mayhem is second to the ranked members of the club, filling in for us as needed. When I was in prison, he coordinated all the club’s runs in my absence. We all expected him to one day rise in the ranks to sit beside us at the table in church.
I’m going to skin someone alive to make them pay for this.
Steel orders everyone back inside when Patch shakes his head, confirming there’s no saving Wick or Mayhem.He’s the club’s resident doctor, which is helpful when run-ins with our rivals go south. But right now, there’s nothing he can do out here. So he moves inside to help those who are hurt but still walking around.
Glass covers the patio. Blood splatter paints the side of the clubhouse.
I stop at Steel’s side while he directs a few members to do a sweep of the property. Ghost joins the group, setting out to secure the perimeter, while Legacy stays with me to update our president.
“Venom and Havoc took the hostage to the Shack.” I cross my arms over my chest, assessing the scene.
“Good.” Steel’s fingers clench at his sides like he’s already picturing what he plans to do with our captive.
I don’t blame him. I feel it too.
They came to our clubhouse—our home.
They attacked our family.
My brothers lie dead on the patio. Patch bunnies and old ladies panic inside the clubhouse. Bullet holes make a mess of the walls.
Blood will be drawn for this.
“What the fuck happened?” Steel asks.
Legacy shakes his head. “I got here when you did. Ghost let me know an alarm at the clubhouse was triggered, and we took off.”
“What about the alarms at the perimeter?”
“He said there was nothing. Whoever attacked had our video feed playing in a loop, and they bypassed all our sensors.”
“Fuck.”
Legacy nods in agreement.
“Is the neighborhood good?” I ask, realizing that if they got this deep into the compound, they could have gone there as well.
“The neighborhood is clear.” Steel drags his hand through his hair, and even if the neighborhood wasn’t attacked, it’s clear the stress of what could have happened rests heavily on his shoulders. “These guys breached the compound like it was nothing. Did you see anything before it happened?”
I shake my head. “No. I got back from Sapphire Rise right before this all went down, and the property was quiet. No lights. No movement. Nothing. I was talking to Willa when shit started. The guys outside didn’t have a chance to yell or move. The first thing anyone heard was gunshots.”
“Ghost is going to be pissed.”
“I’m fucking pissed.” Steel shakes his head.
