Moving from my spot, I didn’t waste time taking out the Death Dogs or any remaining Satan’s Angels in my way. They were a scourge on the Earth and needed to be eradicated. Stepping up behind a dead man walking, I smirked, placing my gun at the back of his head as he aimed his gun at Reaper.
“I wouldn’t do that, little fella,” I drawled before firing, dropping the man instantly.
Reaper spun around, his eyes wide as he asked, “What the fuck did you just say?”
I smirked, shrugging my shoulders. “I didn’t say anything,boss.”
Hades
I’d been waiting for the call. Zeus and the others had been gone for weeks. We talked daily, keeping each other informed on what was happening in Nebraska, as well as at home in Texas.
Things hadn’t been as quiet as we’d hoped here. And as much as I’d wanted to help, we couldn’t spare more than a few men. Sending everyone would leave the clubhouse vulnerable, and with the fucking Cartel up our asses about missing shipments, we couldn’t take that chance.
I hadn’t planned on going myself. Zeus and Atlas, my president and SAA, were already there. We needed someone here to be in charge. But when Poseidon called and filled me in on what Zeus left out, I made the only choice I could.
Our road captain, Hermes, was now in charge. He argued that as road captain he should have gone with Zeus weeks ago, but Rhea had made the decision. It was her daughter Diana who had finally been found after two decades, so I kept my mouth shut.
That was Zeus’ sister.
His family.
But when Poseidon told me everything Zeus hadn’t, I knew he was too fucking close to shit to see the truth. As his vice president, and his best friend, it was my job to pull him back from the fucking edge.
And save his fucking life.
We pulled up to the clubhouse lot to the sound of gunfire. There were men everywhere.
“Fan the fuck out,” I ordered. “You know who the enemy is. Make your kills count, brothers.”
I slipped through the gate as quickly as I could, taking out men as I made my way to the front door. The door that was no longer fucking there.
As I entered the clubhouse, I saw Zeus fall. With a roar that shook the depths of Hell, I stormed into the fray.
They didn’t call me the God of the fucking underworld for nothing!
Reaper
Stumbling over the bodies littering the floor like discarded trash, I systematically took out another Satan’s Angel. Vile fucking bastards should have been eradicated last year, hadMontana honored his fucking marker. But that was neither here nor there.
What was done was done.
I couldn’t change the past, but I sure as hell could change the future.
This war had been years in the making. I knew it, and so did the others. Who would be the last fucker standing was anyone’s guess, but I was damn sure it wouldn’t be them. Those sick fucks might think they had the numbers, but I had a literal ace up my sleeve.
I just needed to hang on until the cavalry arrived, and they would, or I would gut every fucking one of them.
Every move I made was calculated, each step fueled by the promise that this bloody path would lead to something better. The taste of vengeance was thick in the air, sharp and intoxicating, but I kept my focus razor-sharp. The Death Dogs and Satan’s Angels underestimated just how far I would go to protect my blood—and that would be their downfall.
“MAX!”
I ducked instinctively, trusting my old man, letting the adrenaline surge guide my next move. Bullets ricocheted all around me, and the stench of gunpowder mixed with blood clung to my skin as my old man fired his gun, taking out another dead fucker inches away from me. “Keep your head on a swivel, boy!”
The chaos around me was absolute, but in that moment, I knew I was fighting for something more than survival—I was fighting for family. Grunting, I flipped my old man the one-finger bird as I jammed my blade into another fucker.
I was so fucking tired of this goddamned mess.
A mess I didn’t create but was being forced to fucking clean up.
