“You couldn’t afford it, besides, it’s getting pathetic how much you lose against me.”
Angel snorts and says, “It’s pathetic how your memory sucks. Last time, I won by two kills.”
“Last time, I had to let you ride bitch on the back of my bike cause you got shot.”
I listen to their back and forth, keeping Holly’s face in my mind. Ultimately we’re going in to get my father and our brothers back, but it’s her I’m bringing them home for. When the club is strong, the families are safe.
“Mase?”
He looks up. “Yeah?”
“When we’re through the gates, focus on shooting, not getting to Myles. Him and the others will know to keep themselves safe. Until we’re stepping over the dead bodies, I need you in the game. You hear me?”
His jaw tenses and his left eye twitches but he nods and gives his word.
“Five grand,” I hear Luca say up front.
Angel whistles. “If I bet five grand, Rudi’s gonna cut my balls off.”
“Sounds like she already owns them if you fear her reaction. Unless, this is you admitting you know I’m gonna win?”
“Like fuck, sweetheart. I’ll take the bet, maybe take Rudes away for a couple of days with the winnings.”
Luca barks out in laughter. “Funny, I was just thinking that I’ll give the winnings to Tor. She’d love a new ride.”
Anyone else would tell them to quit with the bullshit but I know first hand this is their way of preparing for a fight. And to be honest, it helps keep the adrenaline running steadily.
“Deal or no? We’re nearly there,” Luca asks.
“Deal.”
Releasing a hand from the wheel, Angel holds his hand out and Luca shakes it.
“Thirty seconds, Leo,” Luca says.
The vans all come to a stop and the lingering Hogs hanging out the front are suspicious. Lowering the window, Luca takes out the gun with a silencer screwed on and pops them off one by one.
Making sure I'm loaded, each pocket and each strap filled with a shooter, I throw open the door and signal for everyone to follow my lead. Doors fly open and slide open, brothers pour out, many of whom holding a gun in each hand. Taking the lead, I stop by the gate and grin. Dad, Sparky, Myles, and JJ, are stood in what Mason described as a boxing ring. The four of them see me and drop to the floor. Dad is last to drop, and his grin is manic. Hopper sees me and the flicker of surprise on his face satisfies the blitz attack plan. After Mason got away, I would have thought he would be expecting us.
Not wasting a second more on him, I let off shots from each gun and limp my way over dead bodies as he orders his men to shoot. Gun shots echo all around me, but I don’t feara single one. Hopper has caused more than enough chaos and destruction in my club and tonight, it comes to an end. The price will be repaid and in full with blood.
Hopper runs towards the ring, and I aim my gun at him, only the fucker reaches JJ and drags him up and hides behind him.
“Look who’s risen from the depths of Hell!” he calls out.
I come to a stop in the middle of his lot, and take aim at his head.
“You should’ve made sure I was dead before you high-tailed it outta there.”
“My mistake, now if you’d kindly fuck off, I'll let your brother live!”
I’m done letting anyone think they can tell me what to do. The side of my body feels like it’s on fire, but I hold my aim steady and narrow my eyes to keep him clear in my sight.
“Three, two, one!” I countdown and Jay smashes the back of his head into Hopper’s face. He drops to the ground, and I walk toward Hopper as I unload the clips in both guns into the president of the formally known Hades Hogs Motorcycle Club. Ignoring the painful ache in my back and side, I step up into the ring and stand over his body. Blood gargles from his mouth, his body jerking as he dies slowly.
Leaning over him, I make sure he can see me. I grin. “I promised you over Lily’s grave that I'd be the last face you see. I keep my promises.”
He tries to talk but nothing intelligible escapes. “Everything you’ve earned over the years is now mine. I'm gonna take the fuckin’ lot.”
