We already know what we were going to do in the daytime so it shouldn’t be too much of a difference from our original plan. A few of the guys are already there and in matching attire. We wait in silence for the rest to catch up so that we can move this along. We have an hour drive to the Vipers clubhouse and every minute we waste is another minute longer away from my woman.
“Alright, settle down and let’s get this over with,” I yell as the room is overflowing Dead Road brothers. “We know they only have around thirty men in their crew and that includes their prospects. We’re sticking to the plan we had for tomorrow with the exception of using the delivery truck.”
“I agree, but I think we need to create a diversion where half of us go one way towards the west front corner of the lot and the rest make our move to the clubhouse,” Blaze offers.
“What’d you have in mind?” Havoc questions, thinking the same as me.
“Think half of you should come in from the back fence, if not all. I was thinking of blowing up one of their cars or setting it on fire would distract them and make some run towards the flames. We send a handful of our guys over to surprise attack and catch them off guard. That should make it easy for the rest to overtake the clubhouse or at least get you in without being detected.”
Blaze has always loved setting shit on fire, even as a kid. Mom would come home from the store and a basket of laundry would be out back in flames. He used to get his ass beat with the flyswatter only to start another one days later.
“That could work. I like it!” Reaper agrees. “We’re not gonna be able to use guns until the last minute. We don’t want to give ourselves away too soon. Knives are the best option if we want to stay quiet for as long as possible.”
We all are in agreeance on that. As we finalize who is going where, I can feel the energy in the room. We all want this and have for a while. This is the right thing for everybody.
“Let’s load up!” I call out after banging the gavel, and we head out to the vans. “No Road Back!” I yell out our motto and hear it chanted back.
Going on our motorcycles is too much of a risk. They’re too loud and would give us away miles before we reached their territory. Black unmarked vans are a dime a dozen and can’t easily be identified, so we take those from the back of the lot.
The drive is the longest hour of my life. All I can think about is my small, dark-haired woman, who’s lying helpless in an OR right now. All of this happened because of me and someone trying to prove that they can knock me off my throne. I’ll show all these fuckers what happens when you come after me or what belongs to me. These fuckers are going to be made an example of, and it’s not going to be pretty. Dead Road MC is not the club you mess with, and after tonight, everyone will know it.
We drive to the outskirts of Big Spring and pull up in a large field cutting the lights. The Vipers use an old salvage yard as the place to have their little compound. The only problem is that it’s too enormous to be monitored and leaves them open for an easy attack.
All of my brothers get out of the vans, and we split up into our two teams to head off. We left only two prospects back at our clubhouse so that we could use every available man for this mission. We’re equal in the numbers, but we’re smarter than these fuckers by a mile.
Brass starts to cut the chain link fence with bolt cutters so we’re able to fit through. He then ties a small glow-in-the-dark bandanna at the top so that our group will know the way back to the vans if things don’t go as planned and we have to abort our mission. After everyone is in place, we wait and watch behind an old clunker for the signal from Blaze’s group before we make our move.
Finally, after almost five minutes, we start to see flames over on the west side of the property. But it just isn’t a small flicker, it seems that my brother couldn’t help himself and set a complete bonfire in motion. More than a quarter of the lot is ablaze.
“We need to move now before someone calls it in!” Reaper suggests, and I couldn’t agree more.
Fucking Blaze! We wanted a distraction not a wildfire.
As we make our way through the abandon cars, we watch as a handful guys rush over to the fire with hoses and extinguishers.
Following our plan, we approach the back entrance and are met with two Vipers coming out. They see us and try for their guns, but Reaper and Bull react first. Reaper has one in a choke hold and with the flick of his wrist he snaps the guy’s neck before pushing him off to the side. Bull has a hand over the other guy’s mouth and shoves a knife in the Viper’s neck.
We check the hall for anymore Vipers and make our way through the building reaching where they have their bar and entertaining area. The music is playing, and by the smell of the smoke in the air, they’re toking it up. I see both Hector and Brock over by a section of couches with some whores all over their laps. Too bad they won’t be getting a happy ending after we’re done with them.
Off in the distance the sound of gunfire rings out announcing our arrival and that the attack is on. At the edge of the room, our crew stops their movements and waits.
“Go check that shit out!” Hector orders to one of his members. “And if it’s Scat again put a bullet in his head,” he says then proceeds to plant his face back in the whore’s tits, only leaving a handful of guys left in the room.
We wait for a few more minutes to let everyone get their guns and ammo in place before we ascend on the room. Before storming in, Hector starts talking with Brock, so we listen in.
“So, you really finished off his Ol’ Lady?” Hector asks taking a break from the whore to pull a long drag off is his beer.
“Oh yeah! She was begging for her life before I shot her,” Brock brags as Havoc has to hold me back from charging in there.
“Where’d you leave the body? You know that’s going to cause a problem because he wanted us to turn her over to him.”
He? Who the fuck wanted Raegan?
My brain finally catches up as I remember Sutton saying something about Brock had an important man who wanted to speak with her.
“We dumped her body in a lake off Highway 70. Don’t worry, it’ll take days before anyone finds her.” He starts to laugh and Hector follows suits.
“Oh, how the mighty have fallen.” Both Hector and Brock clink beer bottles, but I’ve heard enough. It’s time to show these motherfuckers how a real MC handles business.
