Page 23 of Sinful Need
“Fuck.” Chainz mumbles, “Tell them to deal with it quietly and get the fuck over here.”
“That’s the good news. Two of these venereal disease assholes have been disposed of permanently. They’re on the way.”
“Lead with that next time, mother fucker.” Chainz draws his binoculars up, returning his focus to the mission.
The four of us lie there still waiting for our moment to strike. Our timing must be perfect. Not one Viper’s Den member leaves here alive unless they're flying a red bandana on their waist and even that doesn’t exonerate them if they make one wrong move.
I check my gun and return it to my side as another set of headlights approaches the hangar. The anticipation is killing me. Tank radioed ahead to tell us three vans and one truck left the Viper’s Den Clubhouse. I’ve only counted two so far and one won’t be coming after running into Cobra and Hound.
“Wait for the third. I want them all here when we make our move. Not one of these mother fuckers leave here alive.”
“Roger that.” I respond and motion to the others to stay low and wait for the signal.
My nerves are wearing thin and my stomach is twisting in knots. There’s a long wait before the third set of headlights pulls through the open gates. Something isn’t sitting right with me. The truck stops and the passenger jumps down to draw the gate closed. The truck slows towards the open hangar. The only light left is the flashlight scanning the perimeter from the passenger now on foot. We hunker down as the beam shines across the side fences stopping short of our location. They’re much too confident in the protection of the hills surrounding them to expect a breach like what’s about to occur. The man with the flashlight disappears into the hangar. The doors draw close plummeting us into darkness.
“We’re in position.” Tank's voice comes over the com in our ears.
Tank and Crusher were on the convoy and set up positions outside the gate. While we sneak in the back they will cause a distraction to separate Hawk’s men from Storm’s.
“Do you have eyes on Hawk?” I ask, still feeling unsettled about the late arrival of the last truck. I’m putting a lot of faithin Storm, who’s likely been left in the dark about a number of things and I’m not leaving anything to chance.
“Driving the last truck. He made a detour from the pack.” Crusher responds.
“For what?”
“Not sure. He made a stop at a house in town but came out alone and pissed.”
It’s not like Hawk to detour from a plan even if he is a loose cannon. I shake off the nagging feeling in my gut. He’s here now and that’s what matters the most.
Chainz gives the signal to move into position. One by one, we army crawl through the razor sharp hole in the fence. Chainz and Freedom move to the right, Reaper and I take the left. Tank and Crusher will approach on foot from the front after causing the diversion to lure them out.
My heart pounds with each step closer to my final reprieve from this weight I’ve carried for years. When this is all over, Hawk and Digger will be dead. I’ll have my revenge. Storm will have his club and I’ll have Rayne once and for all. As sweet as this will be, I can’t wait for it to be over so I can get back home and hopefully finally get some sleep.
With my gun aimed high I scan the area and proceed around the corner to the pedestrian door with Reaper at my back. We pause and wait.
“It’s a go.” Chainz gives the command through the com and gunfire lights up the skyline from both sides. The commotion inside sounds like a stampede as Hawk and his men head for cover and fire blindly into the night. Gunfire continues to hail the front of the hangar moving from left to right to center and back again. Tank is a pro, they’ll never nail him down.
The thump of bodies fills me with pleasure but my trigger finger is itching for action of its own. Rolling my shoulders I crack my neck from side to side. My moment has arrived. I crackthe door open, my gun aimed and ready for action. Slowly, I step inside being careful to not make any noise. Chainz does the same from the opposite side. My eyes adjust to the bright light inside. I count three women, slumped against the far wall. Ropes tied around their wrists and their feet shackled together in a human chain. Their eyes are glossy and rolled back from the bright lights. Not one of them moves or screams out even as gunfire erupts around them.
“They’re drugged.” I inform my brothers. The sight of them like that is the last straw. The rage I’ve tried so hard to suppress erupts. I fire from behind, catching the Viper’s Den members by surprise. They’re pinned down from all sides. Every body that falls, is a hollow victory. The Krymson Destroyers don’t take lives for no reason. Our creed is written in the blood of those that prey on the weak.Krymson is for the blood on our hands. Destroyers because we annihilate anyone who crosses us.
With the chaos inside and bullets flying in all directions it’s hard to tell combative from friendly fire.
Motion from my left has me swinging around locked and loaded. A Viper’s Den prospect faces down the barrel of my gun. His eyes go wide with fear.
“Drop it.” I order.
“Don’t shoot.” He begs, dropping the gun to the floor.
I move closer, my gun trained on his head. “There’s no mercy here kid.”
He rips a red bandana from his belt loop and waives it up and down. “I’m with Storm.”
I stare him down, reading the fear in his eyes and wondering why Storm chose a prospect. He’s scared shitless.
“Behind you.” He yells and dives towards the women against the wall, shielding them with his body. A bullet wizzes past my head and embeds in the wall behind them. Quickly, Ispin firing a round that lands in the neck of the Viper’s Den member gunning for me. Blood squirts from his wound as he falls to his knees, his hand squeezing the entry point and coating with blood. Behind him I spot Hawk barking out orders to shoot to kill, while hiding behind more of his men. The familiar glare in his eyes is met with a smile. Hawk finally recognizes me. Not as the stranger who knocked him through a table last night. Not as a man who still has the taste of Rayne on my tongue but as the lowly prospect he thought was dead. I stare down the barrel of my gun, my finger on the trigger, and my gaze locked with Hawk’s in a silent battle of wills. I can feel the anger and hatred bubbling up inside me, and I know my moment has finally come. I have no intention of letting him get away. I could fire a clean shot from here but my revenge requires more. I want to feel his fear in my bones. I want to smell his blood when it spills. With my gun aimed high, I stalk toward him firing shots that take out the men he’s hiding behind until he’s the only one left standing. His eyes widen.
“And here I pegged you as a pussy.” Hawk tries to intimate me but I don’t let him. I’m in the best shape of my life and this fucker is finally getting a bullet between his eyes. I step to him, my finger twitching against the trigger. I want this so bad I can taste it. “You don’t have the balls to kill me.”
