Cap chuckles as we can all hear what she is saying. Finger is not responding, which surprises me, but I can see the smirk onhis face. In fact, most of the brothers I can see have a smirk on their faces.
We all have to get behind something for cover when a surge of new arrivals hits us. The snipers are firing into them and taking down as many as they can. I can hear fighting around the back of the clubhouse and hope Phoenix, Bowie, Bull and Tread can hold it.
Brewer is firing from the shed and doing a fine job of mowing through the newcomers. Demon has appeared and is hacking into them from the rear, but if ZeBach is on his way, that’s a dangerous position for him.
“Demon, incoming, move your ass.” I inform and can’t help but be thankful we can communicate with each other. I watch as Demon fights his way to the bike shed along with Hot Rod.
Judge I hear shout to Winger, “I have twelve!”
“Fuck off, Judge, I have thirteen.”
Cap chuckles, and when I look at him, he is bleeding heavily from his arm. “Go get that arm checked out. No arguments, Cap. Go.”
Rides grunts, “We are all the same, Pres. Not wanting to leave the battle. Now, how about we find the asshole and stop this shit!”
“Cilla here. You need to stop him as he has a bomb, Tracker. Pyro is going to fire his ass so you’ll see where he is. Over.”
We don’t get a moment to think about what she is telling us before flames are spotted in the distance.
“Come on, Pres. Last one there is a dick,” Rides states, and sprints forward, shooting at anyone that gets in front of him. How many bullets he has left I don’t know!
I swing the sword, fire my weapon, and feel like a Viking marauding a village. It’s great, I love it, and I’ve not felt this alive for a while. I’m not catching up to Rides yet, but he is one hell of a runner. He can sprint longer than any of us.
Six men are walking toward us, looking calm until they see us heading right for them. They fire their weapons, but we duck, roll, and dodge. I get a nick on the arm, Rides gets one on his thigh, but we are good.
Reaching them, I swing the sword, hitting three in a slicing motion. The sword swings along each of them, but when I think we are done for and as they raise their weapons shots are fired and they fall.
One is left standing, and this is going to be the end of ZeBach. A flame lights up the asshole's pant leg and I step back because that lit up fast. Anyone would think he has gasoline on him with the speed this flame is traveling. ZeBach is screaming for us to help him as he throws himself onto the ground and rolls to put out the flames. I don’t want to waste my time so I shoot the fucker in the head and leave his carcass to burn out.
“Thanks, Pyro,” I say, not feeling like an idiot speaking to an empty space. Fuck anyone that sees me, I don’t care. Pyro helped us and I saw it happen, it was fuckin’ awesome.
Walking back to the clubhouse, Demon and Hot Rod who had appeared in the nick of time are now arguing over who shot the ginger-haired man. I’m thinking who cares?
Any that were not killed have disappeared, but we have a lot of bodies to get rid of. I think we may need a larger acid pit!
Stepping into the clubhouse, Cap walks over to me, patched up. I’ll get mine looked at in a while, but it is only a graze so I’m not worried about it.
“I’ll work with the brothers to clear the mess. If the sheriff comes around, I’ll tell him we were playing war games.”
Nodding I look around and see Cilla still sitting at the bar with her mug of whatever she has, and she gives me a tiny wave, which I return. The door flies open, and Finger marches inside and heads directly for Cilla. He grabs hold of her and kisses her senseless. Yeah, I think I’m feeling jealousy for the first time, but I’m not telling anyone.
“What the fuck is all that screaming?” I ask Jethro who happens to be the prospect nearest to me.
“Pres, they have not stopped screaming since this all started. But we have had no trouble inside. It’s been boring to be honest.” Jethro looks towards Books office with disgust.
I march over to the office, throw open the door so hard it slams against the wall. “SHUT THE FUCK UP!”
Silence, deadly silence. The club women are looking at me with shocked faces. I give them the best scowl I can muster right before walking out of the office.
Okay, cleanup time I hope now this is done, and we can concentrate on getting the tattoo shop and finding who is selling drugs in town.
Chapter 21
CILLA
"Please come and assist me in the medical area, Cilla," Scalpel asks. I realize he's just trying to keep me busy, because let's be real, most of the brothers bear scratches, not actual wounds.
The fighting is over, and everyone is heading into church. I’ve been thoroughly kissed by Finger who I think was feeling the aftermath of all the tension he has been holding in.