I give Reaper a nod and we storm through the main room with guns out and bullets flying. With guns in both hands, I cap a guy next to the radio then his buddy beside him next to the pool table. Everyone knows to keep Hector and Brock for last if they can. The room is in total chaos as their men scramble into hiding positions trying to return fire. We got the doors to the exits covered, so if any of them try to flee, they’ll be met with their maker. Killing Trick and attempting to kill my Ol’ Lady is the final nail in their coffin.
Most of their guys are down, but the ones left return fire and we take cover. The whores are scattering to get out, and it’s making it difficult to keep my eyes on Hector and Brock as moving targets are distracting. I take cover behind the bar giving me a chance to reload my clip before looking across the room from the side of the bar. I pull back just in time as a bullet barely misses my head.
Letting out a deep breath, I try to control my breathing before continuing. The worst thing I can do right now is die and leave my brothers and Raegan. After checking my guns making sure am set, I get up off the ground and make my way around the bar.
The majority of the Vipers are dead, but a few are still alive and clutching the entry points where the bullets have rung through. I see Reaper holding his shoulder but is also holding a gun to Hector’s head. Bull has Brock lying face down on his stomach with his foot on the center of his back. Brass is checking the rest of the Vipers who are down and seem to be dead. He’s there to make sure no one is left alive.
Out of the corner of my eye, I see movement and with quick reflexes turn just in time to a Viper who was behind one of the couches. He is about to shoot Twitch who has his back to him, completely unaware of what is about to go down. Aiming in that direction I fire two shots hitting the prick in the chest, but the fucker is able to get a round off and hits him in the back.
Fuck!
Twitch’s eyes go wide in surprise and goes down to his knees. I rush next to him trying to lay him down and turn him to his side so I can lift his shirt. I search for an exit wound and see it came through his right shoulder.
Just as I’m about to call someone, the doors open and our guys come in bloody, but grinning like kids in a candy store.
“Ledger, get a few guys, take Twitch and Reaper to the van and get them to Melissa,” I command. He and two others carefully pick Twitch up and move him out of the clubhouse with Reaper in full protest.
“We good outside?” I ask as Blaze, Dash, and Chains come strolling in.
“Yeah, the rest of the guys are checking to make sure every one of them is down.”
“Bought us some time. Got about fifteen to twenty minutes before heat shows up,” Hawk calls from over in the corner with his laptop out.
“Good. Let’s get this party started, shall we?” I say. “Get our two guests a chair, will ya?”
Brass walks over to the hallway we came in from and grabs his backpack. He places it on the table and steps back to let me open it and set up my bag of goodies.
Brock has already started pleading for his life, so Havoc starts punching him to keep quiet. Hector on the other hand watches me with wide eyes as I place the gardening shears, hacksaw, plastic bag, screw driver, pliers, and a rusty knife on the table. I grab the zip ties and hand them to Brass and Bull to tie our guests up.
Picking up my gun, I slowly walk over to them and stand between them as we have them facing each other.
“Who ordered my Ol’ Lady to be taken out?” I ask in a low menacing tone.
They both remain silent, only their heavy breathing can be heard among the clubhouse walls. My head goes back and forth to each of them before I cock back my 9mm and shoot twice hitting each one in the knee cap. They both scream out in pain and try to rise, but the pain in their movement only makes it worse.
Brock who’s now crying like the bitch he is calls out finally.
“We… we… were supposed to snatch her and bring her here. That’s all.”
I knew Brock was a pansy-ass and would fold like a house of card once pressed, so I think we will save him for last. I never liked rats, but since he’s the only one talking, I’ll make it look like we’re going to spare him.
I turn back over to the table and pick up the gardening shears and pliers before walking back over to where Hector sits.
“Told you I’d cut your tongue out last time I saw you, didn’t I? I always keep my promises.” Recognition settles in and he tries to fight hard against the zip ties. “But first, you had the nerve to touch my woman even after she told you no. Didn’t your momma ever teach you manners, asshole?”
That gets a good laugh around the room from the guys who’ve now pulled up chairs to watch the show. I see Blaze out of the corner of my eye splashing gas on the walls around the room.
“Just get it over with, you motherfucker! Kill me already!” Hector spits at me.
“Tsk, tsk, Hector. I’m a man of my word, and how would that look to my brothers if I didn’t follow through?”
I grab one of his fingers that are joined behind his back and squeeze on the handle of the shears. With a satisfying snip, one of his digits falls to the ground looking like one of those Vienna sausages you eat out of a can. A blood curdling howl leaves his throat, but Brass holds him down.
Let the fun begin.
Seven minutes later, Hector is missing all his fingers and his tongue is now on the floor at Brock’s feet. Smoke is still present from the bullet I just put between his eyes. His blood is now everywhere, and Brock is a whimpering, crying mess.
“Now, Brock, I think we can come up with some type of compromise, don’t you?”
