Page 2 of Ronny

From the window I can see the other men outside of the house running up the steps to get to the front door.

“Olivia, run!” Etta screams at a young girl maybe a couple years younger than me.

The girl shakes her head. I can’t see her face, but she continues to shake her head vigorously. “No, I won’t leave you and Maci.”

I snap to attention, running over to Etta, and see that she has a pistol in the back of her pants. I grab it, pointing the gun down toward the fucker’s foot and pulling the trigger.

Boom.

Boom.

Boom.

The fucker screams at the top his lungs and falls backward, then we slam the door shut, locking and arming it.

Etta turns to me and looks horrified to see that I’m standing there. “What are you doing here?” she says in a tone that I’m very familiar with from my mother. I fight the urge to roll my eyes.

“I heard what was going on and I was the closest, so I came here first,” I tell her, and I look over to see the girl is around my age. I feel like the ground is taken out from under me right then.

I swallow hard and try not to visibly react the way I want. She is beautiful, her hair is long, blonde, and hanging down to the middle of her back, and her eyes are huge—blue—and she is looking at me like I just saved her life.

Concerned that she got hurt, “You okay? He didn’t hurt you, did he?” I ask her, moving closer.

She shakes her head, smiling at me. “It just scared me, is all. Thank you for saving me,” she says sweetly, and I feel like someone could push me over with just a feather.

The urge to protect her, to bring her out of this place so no one can hurt her, is overwhelming.

The moment is interrupted when the men start running and banging on the door, trying to get inside.

“Come on, ladies. Let’s get you to the safe room.” I motion for them to follow me, but Etta stays back to make sure they don’t break in.

“I’ll be back, but I would get dressed if I were you.” I give her a look that tells her to get herself ready for war, because that is what’s to come next the second I get the girls to safety.

“Stay close to me, girls,” I tell them softly and Olivia walks closer to me, putting her hand on my back to stay close. I try not to smile as I guide them through the house to the bunker that’ll protect them from someone getting in. The only people that know it is there are the ones that will die to protect the people inside. All of us boys have prepared for this sort of thing.

I get the girls inside safely and the door is closed shut, beeping to let me know it’s locked into place.

I run back to Etta and see she is dressing up, then I put on a bulletproof vest and other gear I might need.

They’re banging on every window now, every door, trying to find their way in. I know the MC made sure that every window and door is reinforced.

We get to the roof and I have my sniper rifle ready to start picking them off one by one, when the gate crashes down and around fifty more men burst through, running across the field and to the houses of the women.

Fuck me.

I start to panic and Etta has the same look. She pushes a button on her phone and I hear a bunch of loud slams, and I know she is locking down all of the cottages that house the women long term.

“We need to take them out,” Etta tells me, and I prepare myself to do this. She puts her hand on my arm. “You don’t have to do this, Ronny.”

I stare at her, respecting her for worrying about me, but I won’t have a stain on my soul because of these fuckers. Besides, they deserve what’s coming to them. “We protect our people.”

I move and lay down so that I can see everyone but out of the line of fire. I’m damn good at shooting a sniper rifle.

I can feel Etta watching me as I let out a deep breath and shoot the first man I see that poses as a threat.

It’s only minutes, but waiting for my dad and the others to get here seems like it’s taking forever. I don’t like feeling exposed like this because of all of the battered women that are here.

“Fuck!” I look over at Etta to find her staring at her phone. “One of them got locked inside of the house, Lynn just texted me. I need to go to her.” She takes off running back into the house.

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