Page 84 of Axe
CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
Axe
The miles seemed to drag on, the towns passed in a slow blur. I couldn’t get to the coast fast enough.
I thought about Allison. How I already missed her touch. Her laugh. Her smile. I just plain fucking missed her. I wanted to hope that we weren’t too late but at the same time, I didn’t even want to entertain the idea that we could have been.
I thought about Neiryn and how that kid had dug a soft spot into my heart without even trying. I hated that I had to leave him, but at least he was in good hands. I knew Reagan and Ellie wouldn’t let anything happen to him.
As much as I wanted to promise him that I would bring his mother home, I didn’t. I didn’t ever want to make a promise to that kid even if there was a sliver of a chance I would have to break it.
So, I left him with a hug and the biggest smile I could muster. And let me tell you, that fucking sucked. To not tell him that I’d see him again. To not let him know that he would see his mom again. To not be able to reassure him in any fucking way broke my damn heart.
I wanted a life with them. If I had any doubts before, they were gone the moment that she had been taken away from me. She let me have my darkness and she tamed the demons inside of me. She understood my thoughts and needs without me having to tell her what they were. I loved that fucking woman. And the first chance I had, I was going to put a ring on that fucking finger and make her my forever bitch.
I didn’t claim her to save her. I claimed her because shesavedme.
We pulled up to the meet spot one street over. There was a thick line of trees that we could make our way through and go in unseen. The sun had set long ago and the moon was only a sliver hanging high in the sky.
We loaded up and strapped down. We came prepared and this was only going to end one way because we were going to make damn sure that Savage went down.
“All clear. There were three men on the gate. All taken down,” Cal said as he tucked his phone back away. “The trailer was empty. Let’s move.”
And like some freaky horror movie, we emerged from the shadows and walked with a purpose through the front gate. The very one that Bocca had managed to disable and open. We all formed a line at the door and waited for the others to assemble at the back. Once we were all set, we busted the fuck in and started shooting.
I was second in, followed by Tank. His hand hit my shoulder, letting me know that he was with me as we moved.
The music was blasting so loud that I felt like I was going deaf. But hey, that could give us an advantage in the way that maybe it would keep them from hearing us coming.
The doors opened directly into the huge warehouse. It seemed that they hadn’t done too much with the space. The front part looked like it was made into a pathetic excuse for a lounge and bar area. Shitty old couches were strewn about in no real order. A few recliners that looked like they had seen better days and had been left out by the side of the road. A TV was mounted to the wall on one side and had been left on. Big, fake tits filled the screen and I had to really try hard not to roll my eyes.
Two members were passed out on one of the couches and Seven was quick to put them down without using his gun.
There were oddly walled off sections that only seemed to go about seven feet high. As we moved through, it seemed like they had been meant to section off different rooms, though they provided no kind of sound barrier because there was no ceiling on any of the rooms. It felt more like I was on the set of some movie than in a clubhouse. Maybe that’s why the music was so loud, so they couldn’t hear what the other person was doing in the room beside them.
I rounded a corner to find more couches and a beat-the-fuck-up pool table. Two guys were playing a game and as soon as they saw us they reached for their guns, but I was quicker. I had one down with a bullet straight to the brain, while I tossed my knife into the other’s neck. The first one dropped in an instant, his head smashing against the side of the table and leaving a wet splatter mark of blood. I tried not to stop and look at it for too long. Though I seriously had an urge to go and swipe my finger through it.
Yeah, I know, focus.
The other struggled to pull the knife out of his neck and I wasted no time hopping up on the pool table and doing it for him, only I gave it a pull in the direction that sliced his throat clean open. Then, for good measure, I kicked the fucker back. With a smile on my face, I dropped off the table onto my feet.
I wiped the blood off of my knife using his shirt as I leaned over his twitching body. His gargled scream barely touched my ears. I turned my attention over to Tank. He simply shook his head at me and then motioned to the next room.
We had a good dance. He had my back and I had his. We dropped at least ten people. The cubicles eventually turned into what were supposed to be rooms. The small, open space held a bed and a some had dressers. Some of the rooms even had actual doors.
Lucky for us, we found a few members passed out in their beds, some of them still had a hold on the bottle of whatever the hell they’d been drinking. To say that this was going pretty smoothly would have been an understatement. Because this shit so far, had been a piece of fuckin’ cake, but I wondered when the hell the bomb was going to drop on us.
Then we rounded the corner to another room and there stood a guy with his gun drawn and clearly ready for us. Guessed we had been making too much noise. But then he dropped before I could even aim and pull the trigger. I looked back at Tank to find his attention in the hall, he had missed the whole thing.
So who the fuck had shot him?
My eyes immediately looked up. Though the rafters were dark and I couldn’t make out shit, I did catch a glimpse of something. Those freaky as fuck eyes.
“Killer…” I mumbled.
“The fuck you say?” Tank asked as he turned his attention to where I was looking.
I could see that glimmer retreating then eventually, disappeared altogether. I understood enough to know that she was more than likely repositioning to follow us further into the building.
