“That’s too many for an extraction,” I mutter, thinking of the three men we have in the Rev Room.
“That’s a fucking assault team,” Rhodie growls.
“I’ve initiated lockdown. Alerts have been sent to the Ol Ladies. Gates have been locked and Moss knows that we have trouble.” She taps at her laptop before brightening. “Hey!Remember ages ago when I gave you all watches with ear pieces in them?” She looks around the room before growling, “Put them in. I’ll have eyes on. We’re gonna destroy these mofos.”
Marx blinks once before he starts barking orders and we all exit church, heading for our stations around the clubhouse. After the last time we were attacked we’ve run drills of the best places to position ourselves for an attack, not that we were expecting another one.
“I have no fucking clue how a motorcycle club like us, not even fucking 1%, get caught up in so much shit,” Jules whines as he stomps past me to head to the roof with Pops.
I don’t even bother to answer, because I agree with him.
“Switch!” Joy’s panicked voice calls out and I rush toward the middle of the house where the basement door leads down to the bunker.
“Joy!” I call out, catching her and Kit as their tiny bodies barrel toward me. “Listen babe, I need you to keep Kit safe, yeah?” Kit sniffles as she hugs at my legs.
“What about you?” Joy asks, eyes as wide as fucking saucers.
“I’ll be up here, making sure nothing and no one touches you or your little girl. Me and my brothers got this.” I gently cup her face and run my thumb under her eye to catch the tear that is tumbling down her soft cheek. “You’ve got this.”
“I’ve got this.” She nods once, squares her shoulders, sniffs and takes a step back on solid legs.
“Come one hine,” Mama Debs calls.
I press a kiss to Joy’s crown, before bending and doing the same to Kit. “Be a good girl and I’ll see you in a bit.”
“Kick butt, Switch,” Kit says with a fierce look on her little face.
Joy takes Kit’s hand and then follows Mama Debs down to the bunker, leaving me standing in the hall.
“We got eyes on, brother!” Rider yells out, alerting me that I need to fucking get to my post.
I thunder into the dining room and take my place at the second dining room window, on the other side of the room to Rider.
“It’s the women, you know. The reason why we have so many fuckers on our asses. Get rid of one asshole and a new woman turns up with a new problem,” Rider says nonchalantly. “The women always bring trouble.”
“I don’t think that’s true.”
“Prove me wrong. When has one of the brothers ever gotten a woman who didn’t bring trouble with them? I’ll wait.”
I glare at him and curse him to finding a woman that will cause so much fucking trouble that he’ll have to choke on his words.
“Ha, you can’t!” RIder crows before ducking abruptly. “Fucking laser scopes!” he grits out.
I hunker down in my position at the window, and concentrate on my breathing. In. Out. In. Out. Focus.
“They’ve breached the perimeter!” Marx’s voice bellows and gun shots ring out.
I chance a peek through my window, counting six men advancing on the house. Ducking again I count to three before taking another look. We’re down to four men advancing and Pops’ or Jules’ rifles take out another.
“They’re scouts,” Rider yells as he fires on a man closing in on his side.
I angle myself at the window to dodge fire as I steady my aim, squeezing the trigger and popping off two shots at two fuckers dressed in head to toe tactical gear. They’re good, but not good enough to be able to make it through the wall of DRMC fire. The sound of a rifle on the roof sounds out and everything goes silent for a moment.
“First wave down. Prepare for the second wave,” Chewy’s voice calls out.
Oh, it’s on.
Joy
