Page 78 of Jasper
Heading back to the bar I quickly open some whiskey bottles, dump bullets inside, and then stuff a torn piece of a bar towel in the opening. I want to cause the maximum amount of damage I can, in the shortest amount of time. What I’m doing might be crude, but it’s effective.
Onyx runs into the room and grabs a case of ammo just as someone shoots out the window. I light the rag on the end and throw it as hard as I can out the window. I’m actually pretty damn happy when I hear someone immediately begin screaming.
Onyx stops to load his rifle and grins at me. “We’re goin’ old school today, brother?”
I toss another lit Molotov cocktail out the window and jerk my chin at him. “I don’t like those assholes in our parking lot. You got a problem with that?”
“Hell no. The stupid fuckers already trashed our bikes.”
I throw another one outside. “That fucking pisses me off. It’s the second one in the last few months for me.”
Onyx pops his head up to look out the window, which is high up. Someone takes a potshot at him, so he drops back on the floor. “You’re doing a fucking great job. Three Hyenas are running around on fire right now.”
I toss another one out the window. “Fuckin’ serves the bastards right.”
Slate dives into the room to grab ammo. “You’re fuckin’ killing it today, Jasper. Those assholes are practically panicking their asses off.”
I toss one more for good measure. “Yeah, that’s all well and good, but they ain’t exactly tearing out of here like a bat outta hell either, are they?”
Slate looks disgusted. “They probably would be, but Marquez is dropping every one of them that tries to abandon the fight.”
“Sick twisted fuck,” I grumble under my breath. “I’m gonna take that fucker out or die trying.”
I pick up my rifle, then slide two spare mags into the front pockets of my cut. Both my guns and my rifle have been cleaned, prepped, and double-checked. I don’t leave anything to chance when it comes to protecting my family and my club.
As I rush back out into the bar area with my brothers at my back, I catch a faint vibration underfoot, a slight rumbling. Most people probably wouldn’t notice it, but my brothers and I are trained to notice shit like this.
“What the fuck,” Slate mutters.
“We’ve got more incoming. Apparently, that was just the first wave.”
Onyx agrees, “It feels like thirty, maybe more, moving together and getting closer.”
“This day just keeps getting fuckin’ better and better,” Slate grumbles, taking up position near a side window.
Outside the bar, the world has gone still. There are no more men screaming in pain or gunfire.
“They’re regrouping,” I say. “Now would be an excellent time to try and pick a few more of them off.”
We all break out our windows and pick off anyone who isn’t fully behind cover. That doesn’t last long.
My brothers and I are on the move again. Time to assess the damage outside before we get hit with the second round of those vicious fuckers. I reach the front steps and get a low nod from Onyx. He’s already got his shotgun slung over one shoulder and somehow got his hands on a scoped AR. His shoulders are set wide, his eyes sharp, mouth a hard line. Slate’s pacing a few feet behind him, running a cloth over the handle of his axe before sliding it into the loop on his back. Mica jumps down from the roof and walks out to stand at the edge of the gravel lot. Four brothers, shoulder-to-shoulder, just like always.
It’s getting dark now. Low visibility always complicates a battle. I take a slow breath and mentally walk the perimeter. Jinx is at the northwest lookout tower. There are two prospects walking along the back fence. The back parking lot is wired to trigger the propane charges if they come at us from behind. We’re already breached from the side. The last thing we need is a war on two fronts. We don’t have the manpower for that. Thesefuckers have already done a lot of damage. It sickens me to think of what else they have in store for us.
The fallback plan’s already been relayed. If the front is overrun, we move to the second floor, cut power, and force them into the trap corridor near the pool table. The basement is sealed. The safe room’s double-locked. Tessa and the women are already below.
My chest tightens, but I push the feeling down. Now is not the right time to give in to my emotions. This place is more than our clubhouse. It’s our home, our history, our scars, and our legacy. The men beside me helped build it. The ones behind me depend on it. And underneath all that concrete, the future I never thought I’d have is curled up in the dark, waiting for me to hold the line.
We’re gonna be outnumbered but that doesn’t matter one little bit to me. This is our home. And no one’s going to take that from us.
Chapter 28
Jasper
We manage to block the opening at the side fence with junk, but they don’t come back right away. It feels like they’re trying to lure us out to hunt them down. I refuse to fall for an old ploy because it makes it easier for them to pick us off and weakens security around the clubhouse.
Three hours later, after darkness has fully settled over our compound, they finally launch another attack. We hear it before we see it. The sound of raw metal giving way under force screeches in my ears. I barely get to the window before the truck bursts through the back fence, headlights cutting through the dark. They’ve made some lame attempt to armor the vehicle by attaching several big pieces of metal to the exterior. The frame is jacked high enough to tear through barricades. They turned a transport vehicle into a battering ram, and it’s pointed straight at the front wall of the clubhouse.
