Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 82842 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82842 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
“That mean Grant talked?”
“That he did.” I looked down at Badger and told him, “The tables have officially turned.”
“That’s what I wanted to hear.”
Doc and Lynch followed me down to the conference room. As I sat down, I looked over to Country’s empty seat. It just wasn’t the same without him there to spur us all on, but it helped knowing he was getting stronger every day, and it wouldn’t be long before he was back here with us.
As soon as everyone was seated, Viper announced, “We still don’t have all the information we need, but we’re close. Seems we’ve got ourselves a live wire looking to get his revenge—only we don’t know who the asshole is or why he’s seeking revenge. Doesn’t fucking matter. We know his location, and we’re gonna stop him in his tracks.”
“How much time to do we have?”
“Can’t be sure,” Viper answered without hesitation. “We have no idea what Badger or Danny told ‘em. After the shit they put Badger through, I don’t want to take any chances. We need to get the women and kids over to my place in case they are stupid enough to show up here. Country’s in no shape for war, so have him and a couple prospects go along with them.”
“When?”
“Now!” Viper lowered his head with a growl. “We need to move, and we need to move now!”
“You heard the man. Move it.” Axel stood as he said, “Lynch, Doc, and Rafe, you’re with me. Gonna need to get all the weapons and artillery out of the safe.”
We’d already gone to the storage lot’s vault and pulled out all our artillery when Danny and Badger came up missing. We wanted them on hand in case something like this came up, so we’d put them in the safe in the garage. “You got it.”
“Widow and Menace, you’re with me. We need to get everyone’s vests and prep the SUVs,” Hawk volunteered. “Anything else you need us to do?”
“Get with Shotgun. Make sure we have the exact address. I want every patched member and prospect in on this.”
We wasted no time dispersing into different groups. Once we’d gotten the families packed back up and sent over to Viper’s, Hawk and I went to grab the vests from storage and took them into the conference room where Viper and Axel were busy passing out weapons. Hawk and I were just about to head over to see Shotgun when the clubhouse alarm went off. The alarm was a way for our guards at the gate to signal us that someone was attempting to invade the grounds. As soon as it was engaged, all exterior locks would engage, preventing anyone from getting inside. We were all standing in the conference room, stunned by the bone-chilling shrill of the alarm. In all my years as a member, I’d never heard it, and I found it doubtful any of the other brothers had either. Until then, no one had ever dared to attack us on our grounds, but that was about to change.
Viper’s burner started ringing, but he didn’t have a chance to answer before a loud explosion erupted from the bar. Hell, the whole damn clubhouse shook like there’d been a fucking earthquake. A mix of panic and rage filled Viper’s voice as he roared, “Move!”
We each grabbed what weapons we could carry and raced towards the sound of the explosion. Dust and smoke filled the hallway as we made our way to the bar, and when we reached the door, we were all completely stunned by the sight that laid before us. A set of headlights glared at us from where the back wall of the bar had once been. Brick and mortar toppled down over the city dump truck that had crashed through our clubhouse. We all watched with disbelief as the truck backed up and left a gaping hole in the exterior of the building. It was dark outside, but we could see the shadowy figures jumping out of the rear of the truck, then quickly disappearing out of view. When several of the men dressed in all black came slipping through the busted brick and mortar, my brothers quickly dispersed, searching the best place to fire upon our unwelcomed guests.
I didn’t move. I just stood there watching as they inched closer through the haze of dust. When Lynch spotted me in the doorway, he shouted, “Widow! Move your ass, brother!”
I should’ve heeded his warning. I should’ve moved, or at the very least, ducked for cover, but that’s what a rational man would’ve done. At that moment, I was too fueled by rage to be rational. With chaos erupting around me, I lifted my Glock and aimed its barrel at one of the men. I pulled back on the trigger and the bullet pierced right through his head. I watched with utter satisfaction as his lifeless body dropped to the floor, but that feeling of gratification didn’t last long. My shot had drawn the attention of the others, but I’d expected it. I wanted them to see that I’d taken out one of their own. I wanted those motherfuckers to come for me, so I could kill them—every last one of them. I was about to aim at the next guy when Lynch grabbed me and pulled me into the hall.