Page 55 of No Mercy

While Hawk was busy chit chatting with the remaining Blue Knights, Big John and I continued scouting out the area. I went in the direction he’d come from and he went in mine. We didn’t take prisoners. We wanted the fuckers dead for what they’d done to Ned and Bullet, and for the shit they’d been pulling on us. Just the fact that they’d been asking questions about us was cause enough for elimination. Either they were planning something big, or they wanted to be sure that we knew they were in the area sticking their noses in where it didn’t belong.

Someone close made the mistake of clearing their throat. They’d tried to keep it low, but it hadn’t been low enough. What a stupid fuck. I turned in the direction and waited until I heard the slightest movement, and then I was on him. I wrapped my arm around his upper body and yanked him to his feet. His gun went off when I chopped it out of his hand to the ground.

“Call your fucking brothers off,” I growled into his ear. Maybe taking a different tactic would end this shit. “Or your brain matter is going to be feeding the fucking animals.”

He snorted. “Go fuck yourself.” He struggled to get away, but his slight build was no match for me.

I could tell by his voice that he was young, too cocky to realize that he was in real trouble. Hadn’t he just heard that he was four brothers short? What, did he think we’d sent them home? We weren’t playing games. “I’ve already killed two others, so killing you won’t bother me in the least,” I snarled low. “You’ll just be one less fucker we’ll have to deal with in the future.”

He tensed. I grinned to myself. “Maybe I should shoot you anyway and show your brothers Phantom Riders mean business.” At the moment I was bluffing.

“Hey, Prez, I got another one! And this one’s still alive!” I gave the guy a rough jerk. “Call out so your brothers know who you are.”

“No.”

I shot him in the foot. He began to scream like a girl. “Shit! Fuck! He shot me in the fucking foot!”

“How many men does that leave you against my eleven?” Hawk asked into the darkness.

It grew quiet except for the whining and whimpering of my victim.

“Okay, okay! We’re coming in!”

That surprised the fuck out of me. I held back on purpose, giving the Blue Knights enough time to come out of hiding and get to where Hawk and the others were waiting. Big John covered my back as we gradually made our way back to the truck. I had to laugh when it became apparent that only two other Blue Knights were left standing besides the one I was shoving before me. When we reached his brothers he stumbled to the ground at their feet. Clay and Ned were removing their weapons and patting them down.

“This it?” Hawk questioned to no one in particular. He received a nod. Hawk gave Big John a significant look.

“Pick up your friend and get your asses in the truck,” Big John ordered.

“I thought we were going to talk,” one of them had the guts to say.

“You their president?” Hawk snarled.

“VP,” he answered.

“We’ll talk back at the clubhouse.”

Once the Blue Knights were in the back we pulled down the rolling door and locked it. Then we gathered around Hawk for our orders.

“Strip the bodies of their cuts and any identification you can find and burn them. We’ll take their bikes in the back of the truck.” Hawk reached for his cell, which must have been vibrating in his back pocket. He looked down at it and began to read the text.

Almost simultaneously my phone began to vibrate. I yanked it out with a frown, and glanced down to see that it was a text from Cooper, the prospect I had watching my house. Instant panic closed around my heart at the thought of what I would find when I read his text. I read the short, to-the-point message and looked up at Hawk, who was frowning now, and must have received a similar message. I didn’t even hesitate to spin around and run to my bike.

“Jumper,” I heard Hawk snap out sharply behind me. “Go with Rock. He’s got trouble.”

I didn’t wait for Jumper. He’d catch up. I revved my bike and took off, my back tire spitting gravel. Trouble didn’t even half describe what I was riding into.

My woman was in the hospital fighting for her life.

Chapter 30

Rock

I rode like the devil, deciding to get on the highway as soon as I could. Taking that route would be a straight shot to Waterville, where they’d taken Allie, and would shave off half an hour, and my reckless speeding would shave off even more. Somewhere behind me was Jumper, but I didn’t care if caught up. Nothing mattered but getting to the hospital and to my woman. I still couldn’t wrap my head around the text I’d received.

Come home ASAP. Allie in the hospital. Bad shape.

Nothing else had been said, and that in itself was telling. Brothers didn’t like to give out bad news when the brother it pertained to was on the road. Riding with a shit-load of hurt on your mind was fucking dangerous. It was bad enough that I had all kinds of shit-thoughts running through my head about what had just happened with Blue Knights, and I was going to kill the fucking prospect who was supposed to have been watching out for Allie and Sam.

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