Page 37 of Chaos (Deathstalkers MC)
“Yeah. Just want this shit to be over.” He takes a deep breath. Whistling with his fingers, he waves everyone together. All of us are sporting red bandanas at Twisted’s request so that when we get inside we can easily identify each other.
“Today is the day that we avenge the lives that were taken too soon. Those bastards will learn what it means to be a real MC. They will see what real brotherhood is today. To the Hellions, thank you for standing beside us. You all have your car assignments. There are eight trucks, two parked on each side of the building. We will hit them from every angle and within minutes their pathetic excuse for a takeover will be flattened.” He nods as a thank you to the army of men standing before him.
I climb into my truck with some of my brothers and a few from the Hellions. Each truck has an officer and brothers from each MC. The ride to their meeting place this week is only about twenty minutes, but it is the longest twenty minutes of my life. We park the trucks a little bit away from the building, which is basically all brick with high windows. Once again, they’re idiots. They can’t see an attack coming because there is no window low enough.
We walk up to our assigned door carefully. It’s metal, but Wrench is going to demolish it with the crowbar he’s tightly grasping. I keep watch on my phone waiting for the clock to hit the hour. Once it turns, I give him a nod and with one huge pull, the door flies open. I immediately hear the distinct sound of gunfire. We start firing at bodies that are coming out of rooms to see what the commotion is.
Any movement detected is observed and without a red bandana they are put to ground. Ghosts are dropping like flies completely overwhelmed by the numbers we showed up with.
“Do a sweep of the building. Check every fucking hiding spot. Make sure no one is left breathing!” I hear Twisted yell. His eyes are black. I’ve only seen him like this once before and it took a lot to get him back. The darkness and need for blood has completely consumed him.
I start to check the main room, kicking bodies with my boots as I pass to make sure they are down and not just pretending. A few shots sound off now and then but for the most part it’s already over.
We won.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Tracie
Nikki, Lucy and I have paced the house so much that I wouldn’t be surprised if there was a dent in the carpet. I can’t sit down. I can’t relax. I can’t do anything until I hear that he’s okay, that it’s over. Nikki and the prospect got here a few minutes after the boys left.
None of us have really said a word. We all know what today is. We know that anytime the boys go into a battle that there’s a chance they won’t come back. The only difference is that we usually have no idea when that battle is taking place. Being oblivious to their stuff usually drives me crazy, but now I wish I had no idea what was going on. It’s so much better to be kept in the dark than to be treading holes in the carpet.
My phone rings and the vibration in my pocket makes me yelp and the other girls jump. Before I can answer, their phones start going off.
They’re okay.
Thank God.
“Hey,” I answer with relief.
“Hey, babe, we are all good. Everyone is in one piece. Tell the prospect to bring you girls to the clubhouse, okay?” His voice is even. I try to listen for labored breathing or anything telling me that he might not be okay, but he seems normal.
“Can’t wait. I’ll see you soon, babe.” I hang up. We all look at each other letting out a collective sigh of relief. “Thank God they are done with that. I am much happier not knowing shit.”
“Amen to that,” Nikki says as she grabs her bag.
We open the door and the prospect is standing with his back to us. “All right, Tommy, the boys got them all. Time to go to the warehouse.” I stand there waiting for him to move but he doesn’t; he just standing there. That’s when I see it. The puddle of blood on the steps. I grab for the door trying to swing it closed, but a large hand reaches out to stop it. Looking up at the man wearing Tommy’s jacket, my entire body seizes with fear.
Viper.
It can’t be.
He’s dead.
He smiles at me, as he looks me up and down. “Long time no see, baby.” Lucy turns to run but he lifts a gun and she freezes. “Don’t think so.” He takes a step into the house, and is now almost pressed against me. My body is screaming at me to take a step back, but I can’t move. I’m frozen in place.
“If it isn’t the little prude,” he says as he moves away from me and circles Lucy. He walks over to where Nikki is. “We haven’t been introduced but . . .” His eyes trace her body, “I’d be willing to change that.”
Lucy’s shaky voice breaks the eerie silence. “What are you doing here? I thought you were—”
“Dead?” He laughs. The same laugh I hear in my nightmares. “Unfortunately, your men all think they’re a lot smarter than they are. Of course I’d want them to think I was dead. Then when shit started to happen, no one would ever suspect a ghost. Convincing those Mexican idiots to start a new MC and that we would rule the territory was a lot easier than you’d think too.”
I can feel him behind me again. My muscles are so tense that they are burning.
“Feeding the almighty president some convenient information about where their meeting might be this week was really too simple. You would think he might have questioned it, thought about how if something seems too good to be true it is. See that’s the thing about revenge, it blinds you.” The gun he holds traces my neckline and moves down my arm. “Don’t worry though, my revenge is still fresh, I’m just not blinded by it.” He growls in my ear.
“Now, while I wish we could all have one big happy party, unfortunately that’s just not how I planned it.” He walks closer to Nikki. “If I wasn’t as smart as I am I’d waiver from my plan and take you too. Thing is that when you change the plan you lose. Happens all the time.”
