My father inspects the image. “He’s in Arrowhead. That’s his family’s cabin. We used to go party up there. It’s remote. And a decent drive away.”
“Well, let’s fucking go.” I’m ready for this to go down.
“It’s a trap,” Hawk states the obvious.
“Of course it is. But I don’t care if the fucking tree-lined drive is covered in landmines, we need to go. You saw what he was doing to her.”
“Ky is right. We need to go now. No more waiting,” my father thankfully agrees.
“There’s shit behind the bar,” Tempest announces. “Enough for all of us.”
The “shit” he’s referring to is guns and ammo. “Hawk made us stock up after the whole hair situation.”
“Hair situation?” my Pops repeats.
“I’ll explain everything later.” I burst back into the bar. “Pull everything out.”
Hawk and Tempest unveil what looks like a mini arsenal onto the bar top. They weren’t playing around.
“We need some kind of plan,” Breaker voices as he locks and loads a 9mm.
“Kill that motherfucker.” I aim a Glock at a green gin bottle displayed behind the bar.
“That goes without saying.” Bone ties his long red hair up into a bun, then flips two handguns around on his fingers.
“I can send a drone in to canvas the area,” Hawk suggests.
“I don’t think you’ll see much. The cabin is small and hidden in some dense woods,” my dad informs us.
“Sometimes you don’t need a plan.” I pull the trigger, exploding the bottle. “Just some big balls.”
“Jesus Christ, kid. Save it for Deacon.” My dad grabs for the gun and lowers my hands.
“I needed to fucking destroy something.”
“Feel better?” he asks.
“No.” I holster the gun in the waistband of my jeans. Then I shove another in my boot. “The ace in the hole.” I wink at him. He taught me that.
“So, are we going in there allYoung Gunsthen?” Tempest poses like a gun slinger. The man is a West Coast version of an urban cowboy. Leather, denim, and hardnose attitude.
“We’re rollin’ seven deep. Unless he has a fucking army up there, we have the advantage on our side,” Breaker rationalizes.
“We don’t know what the fuck he has up there, but we can’t waste any more time talkin’. We proceed with caution and evaluate the situation when we get there,” my father makes the final call.
“I’m good with that.” I head straight for the door.
“Hey.” He grabs my arm, pulling me aside. “Your sole concern is Kira. Got me? I’ll handle Deacon.”
“Pops, I’m not gonna let you do anything stupid.”
“When have you ever known me to do anything stupid, kid?” He slaps me in the face.
Just like old times.
The ride out to the Arrowhead cabin takes a little over two hours. I am an antsy mix of emotions the whole way there. I want this to be done and over with fast. Bullet in the brain and be gone. Riding off into the sunset with Kira safe and sound on the back of my bike. The end. But a gnawing feeling inside me is anticipating it to be much worse.
My dad gives the signal to turn off while on the back of Breaker’s bike. I think it’s the first time I’ve ever seen him sit bitch.
