Then comes return hearth. Cranium Crushers storm out the again door, main with their weapons.

“Eyes up,” Saints calls out simply as he squeezes the set off.

I’m specializing in the 2 assholes sporting Cranium Crushers patches. Saint has their full focus since he squeezed off just a few pictures earlier than me. I exploit that to my benefit. The primary shot rings out, placing a gap within the facet of the primary man’s head. He drops earlier than he takes his subsequent step.

“Saint,” I name out.

“I’m good,” he replies.

We each shoot the second asshole on the similar time, and he goes right down to his knees, squeezing off one ultimate shot earlier than Saint will get him proper between the eyes.

“Good shot,” I say, my voice a bit excessive on the thrill now, my nerves all however gone.

“I do know,” Saint says, calm as fuck. We head inside and Saint and I shoot once more, taking them each down with out mercy. “That’s 4,” I say with a proud smile.

“I’ll end them off,” Saint says. “Go looking for your boy.”

I nod and go searching to orient myself to the structure of their clubhouse. The primary room is empty apart from Saint and the lifeless bikers. To the left, a protracted bar takes up all the wall. I hear a noise and test it out. Trying excessive of the bar, I discover one of many membership whores curled right into a nook hugging her legs. She seems younger. I intention my gun at her. “Get the fuck out. Now!”

Her gaze darts down earlier than she scrambles to her toes and hauls ass out of there.

I can’t ensure, however I believe she’s telling me there’s another person below there, somebody I can’t see. Fastidiously, I tiptoe across the imposing bar, tapping it as I’m going alongside, spilling the glasses and bottles on prime of it. It’s slight, however I hear a motion close to the place the whore was, and I smile. “You would possibly as properly come out.”

My phrases are met with silence.

“Okay, let’s do that the exhausting means, then.” I hearth a shot on the wall simply above the place I believe the man is likely to be. The subsequent shot is a bit decrease, and the third shot decrease nonetheless. The fourth shot hits human flesh.

“Motherfucker!”

I smile once more and step round to get a full view of the bar. It’s the man from Smoky’s place, the one who ran off like a sensible little bitch when his buddy received himself killed. I don’t suppose twice earlier than emptying my final two bullets into him earlier than I slam one other clip in, then hold transferring by way of the clubhouse.

I begin down a protracted hallway, wanting in every room for Trey. The primary room to the correct is empty. So is the left room.

“What the fuck?” says a man within the subsequent room as he stands. However he doesn’t get to his weapon earlier than I put two in his chest.

Silence descends throughout, and my coronary heart slows. All the things round me sharpens and comes into focus. Each step ahead feels prefer it’s taking me precisely the place I wish to be. Earlier than I arrive on the final room, I hear the squeak of a door and a masculine grunt.

Fucking Trey.

I step into the doorway and watch Trey squatting in entrance of the MC protected, yanking out bricks of money and medicines.

A voice belts out from my proper, “Hey, who the fuck are you?” I search for at one other dude aiming his gun at me. However he’s too sluggish.

I increase my gun and shoot him as soon as proper between the eyes earlier than turning again to Trey. “Robbing the MC as an alternative of serving to your brothers. Fucking pussy.”

Trey whirls round, education his options to cover his worry. “It’s referred to as securing the way forward for the Cranium Crushers.” He turns again to the protected, shouting once I ship a bullet flying proper previous his ear. “What the fuck?”

“You’re not leaving right here alive. You realize that, don’t you?”

Trey smiles. “You mad I scared your bitch?” He’s laughing to cowl the nerves, however I see them within the small actions he can’t management.

I snort with him. “Mad? No.” I hearth a shot that grazes his arm and sends his gun skidding throughout the ground. “Are you mad that I killed your brother?”

Hate and anger flash in his eyes. “Son of a bitch.” He spits the phrases out, unable to cover his ache.

“Didn’t suppose so.”

Trey inches towards the gun, and I don’t make a transfer to cease him till he’s inside attain of it, after which I shoot.

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