Total pages in book: 109
Estimated words: 124255 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 621(@200wpm)___ 497(@250wpm)___ 414(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 124255 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 621(@200wpm)___ 497(@250wpm)___ 414(@300wpm)
The roar of an engine and the squeak of tires suddenly sounded, causing us all to snap our attention to the front of the compound.
“Incoming!” Hush shouted. I looked up to one of the lookouts, where Hush was keeping watch over the road, an AK-47 firmly held in his hands. “Truck, men in the back!”
“Bring the fire!” Bull ordered. “Take out as many of the fuckers as you can!”
Hush lined up his rifle, raining bullets on the cunts, whoever they were.
With one last heave, we managed to tilt the gate enough for Beauty to crawl underneath to get to Lilah and Mae. Smiler followed. The brother may not say much, especially since his road brother Rider turned out to be rat, but he was ex-special forces like AK and could patch up cuts if need be.
A loud whistle cut through the sound of Hush’s fire and I knew it was Styx. “Get the brothers to their positions! I want these fuckers to the boatman.” Styx signed and I boomed out his order, the brothers falling back to the garage to retrieve rifles and Uzis to then take their places.
Within seconds, a truck came into view. Several men jumped to their feet in the bed of the Ford F-150, pulled out rifles from underneath a tarp, and began to open fire.
A storm of bullets from the Hangmen pierced their truck. Hearing what sounded a fuckin’ war cry from behind us, Flame came barreling outta the clubhouse, two M16s in his arms. The psycho fucker ran toward the truck, no protection on his bare torso, covered only by his cut, his legs covered only by his jeans.
The truck swerved as Flame hit someone in the cab, shattering it’s windshield. It turned, skidding on the asphalt as it tried to speed away. Hearing a female screaming, I looked back to see Lilah crawling out from the gate with Smiler and Beauty rushing to the clubhouse with Mae. Lurching to my feet, I ran toward Lilah just as Tank shouted, “Take out the fucker on the roof. They’ve got a sniper!”
Lilah froze, her attention focused on something over my shoulder. When I looked back, the sniper had taken aim straight at her. Like some fucked-up war movie, everything seemed to slow as the cunt fired… right at Lilah.
Running as fast as I could, I dived at her, crushing us both to the ground, rolling to save her from the impact. Lilah gripped my cut, her face buried in my chest, and I held her tightly, praying the asshat from the sunroof had been killed.
I heard Flame thunder out a scream and then suddenly the firing stopped.
All I could hear was Lilah panting harshly against my skin and the murmur of voices and guns loading in the background.
I don’t know how long I lay there with my bitch in my arms, listening to my heartbeat thudding in my ear. Then someone shouted, “Clear!” I exhaled a huge sigh of relief and began searching Lilah for injuries, trying not to lose my shit at her constant whimpering. She was okay. Thank fuck, or I’d be murdering mad.
Feet pounded near my head. “Ky! You down?”
Lifting up on my elbows, Lilah still curled into a ball at my side, I saw AK, Cowboy, and Hush standing above me. “Nah.”
“Is your bitch?” Hush asked.
“She’s good.”
AK sighed and I caught him checking around the yard. Moving to stand up, Lilah gripped to me tighter and Cowboy offered me his hand to stand.
Keeping Lilah glued to my side, I asked, “What the fuck was that?”
Tank, Bull, Viking, Flame, and the rest of the brothers rushed over. Styx followed behind, a fuckin’ murderous glare on his face. Of course, Flame began pacing, his M16s strapped to his back, blade in his hand.
Tank stepped forward. “It was the Klan, in case y’all didn’t catch their motherfuckin’ Swastika inks. Homemade IED to the gate. They’re lower rank rednecks, if I guessed right. The fuckers were shit aimers. If it were the officers, we’d be buying a shitload’a body bags. One thing’s for sure. White power wanted us to know it were them attacking.”
“Fuck!” Styx signed, and I voiced his word out loud. He looked around the yard. “Any injuries?”
“Two club sluts and one hang-around dead. Everyone else has surface wounds,” AK reported. “I’ll get the guys at the morgue to come get them under the radar, ASAP. Dispose of them quick and clean.”
Flame suddenly pushed forward and got in Styx’s face. “Let me go after the white power cuntbags. I need blood. I need to see their blood run like a motherfuckin’ river at my feet.”
Styx looked to me, silently asking my opinion, and I shook my head. The Nazis wanted us to follow them, and we’d follow them right onto their turf and straight into a trap. Why else would they strike us face to face? We needed a plan. Then we’d let the psycho loose. I knew Styx agreed by the look on his face.
He shook his head at Flame, then addressed everyone else. “Get this place cleaned up. Block the gate up good. We’ll use the back exit from now on. Church in an hour. We need to take this shit to the table.” He turned to Flame. “You’ll get your kills, brother, but we need to wait this shit out. I ain’t losing brothers because we didn’t think it through.”
Flame twitched, his teeth gritting together, the corded muscles in his arms straining. He stepped up to Styx, and I braced to tear the nut job off our prez.
“She was fuckin screaming!” Flame hissed, his black eyes crazy wild and his teeth gritted together so hard I was sure his jaw was gonna snap. “The fuckin’ blast made her fall off the bed and on the floor, and she was screaming! The bullets were coming in the through the window, and She. Was. Fuckin’. Screaming! I can’t hear the screaming! I can’t take her screaming!”
Lilah tensed and her head cocked to one side. “Maddie? Is Maddie okay?”