Page 23 of Hell Yes

What the fuck?

Then a loud crack echoed in the still air. Jesse glanced around to find the four bikers heading for the source of the sound. Xander crept out of the trees and pointed to the entrance.

Jesse and Xander made a run for it, and thank hell, those stupid fuckers had left the door unlocked. They snuck inside, the smell of cigars, booze, and sweat permeating the air. The place was dimly lit, but no was around. They crept along the hallway, following the chatter of noise. Another door.

Jesse pushed it open gently and spotted the gambling room packed with people. He closed the door again and turned to Xander. “I spotted Sam at one of the tables, but not Val or Sage.”

“We need another diversion. Something that’ll clear the room right quick.”

Xander pulled out his phone and tapped it, holding it up to the door. The sound of police sirens blasted out of the phone and Jesse himself nearly bolted for the exit.

“Hide,” Xander urged, and they snuck into an alcove.

Suddenly, the door burst wide open and they watched as droves of people stampeded through the door like cattle.

No one saw Xander or Jesse. Partygoers were too worried about the potential of being arrested.

The crowd began to thin and only one or two stragglers walked through the doors, drunk as fuck, stumbling over themselves.

“Let’s go,” Jesse whispered.

They snuck back up to the door and opened it slowly.

The room was empty, save the tables with chips, cards, and dice. And glasses of liquor, bottles of beer, and the remains of cigarettes, spliffs, and cocaine that littered the surface like snowflakes.

“Who the fuck are you?” a strange voice called out.

Jesse and Xander turned to find the four guys from out front, guns drawn.

“What the fuck?” A guy with a long beard and tatts all over his face paused and walked up to them. “I know you! You’re from the Hellraiser crew.”

“Grab them!” Another one said.

Jesse and Xander bolted for the rear door but this time, they didn’t make it. They were tackled to the ground, their arms tied behind their back. Their guns were taken from them and Jesse nearly screamed in frustration.

It was only then that Jesse noticed Sage and Val. Both lying in the corner of the room in the dark, being held by another biker with a knife. No sign of Sam, of course.

Then Colt and Golan entered the room. Shit.

“You Hellraisers are so fucking stupid,” Colt hissed. “Take them to the shed out back. I’ll be over in a few.”

Jesse and Xander, along with Sage and Val, were hauled to their feet and shoved to the back exit. Jesse knew that if the bikers got them in that shed, they were done for. They had to do something, and fast.

He turned to Xander, and he saw the same expression in his eyes.

But what were they gonna do?

“Our crew are coming for us,” Xander muttered.

The Krypt crew ignored his statement and kept pushing them down a set of stairs, and into the rear of the property. Save for one dim light on the back of the building, it was pitch dark and difficult to see.

But with their arms tied up, their guns gone, what could they do?

They were led to a shack a few feet away and shoved through the doorway. The place smelled like old piss, cigs, and blood. Jesse fought back a gag.

Once the door closed, and he, Xander, and Val and Sage were alone, he wasted no time.

He turned around and leaned up against Xander.

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