Page 24 of Grizzly's Pride
“Yeah, I want to be back in time for dinner,” Tank grumbled. “You owe me for this, by the way.”
“Not a problem,” Grizzly said. “You can ask for any reward after we’ve accomplished our task.”
“I want to be best man at your wedding.”
Tank’s request surprised him. Sure, Tank and he were drinking buddies. Grizzly always trusted the other man to have his back, but since the death of his wife and son, Grizzly always kept other people at an arm’s length. It struck him that yes, he would consider Tank a friend.
“Done,” Grizzly said. He pulled out his gun. Tank preferred bigger guns. The other biker pulled out his favorite weapon from the hidden compartment under his bike—a sawed-out shotgun equipped with a homemade silencer.
Tank and Grizzly slowly made their way to Rage’s trailer. Grizzly had been looking forward, and he never noticed stepping on something sticky. Grizzly silently swore. He looked down and saw a blackened piece of fabric stuck to the heel of his left boot. He yanked it off, studied it intently. Grizzly knew what it was.
“What?” Tank mouthed to him.
“Rage’s patch,” Grizzly reported. “Either he tore it out or someone else did.”
His heart beat in anticipation. King’s intel was good. Rat had probably kicked Rage out of the Black Dogs for his actions. Grizzly had also questioned Piper a little longer before he left the hospital earlier. She mentioned that Rage complained to her that Rat hadn’t supported Rage’s decision to pursue Grizzly and Piper.
Rat was all about profit, and he probably didn’t see any benefit from going after a small-time crook’s daughter. For Rage, acquiring Piper had been personal, a way to get back at Mervin.
Grizzly’s momentary feeling of triumph died the moment the front door to Rage’s trailer burst open. Rage sauntered out. As Grizzly spotted the death machine in the maniac’s hands, a sweat broke out over his forehead.
Of course, this venture couldn’t be that easy. Rage probably knew his days were outnumbered. That if Grizzly didn’t come back for vengeance, someone from his former club would.
“Die, fuckers!” Rage yelled, then he let loose a hail of bullets from his mini-uzi.
Tank and he got down at the same time.“Run for cover,” he yelled at Tank. Grizzly eyed their surroundings and spotted a rusty old blue Toyota about ten feet away. Would they make it?
“Head for the car,” Grizzly yelled against the barrage of gunfire.
How the hell did Rage acquire that much firepower? Crawling on his belly, Grizzly started for the car. He knew Tank was right behind him.
At the moment, Rage seemed to be enjoying his new toy far too much. Perhaps the bastard knew he had Tank and Grizzly cornered and didn’t bother aiming properly at them. This could just be one sick game to Rage. He probably enjoyed seeing Grizzly and Tank scramble like ants.
Tank let out a curse, and Grizzly looked over his shoulder. He saw the crimson coating Tank’s left pant leg. Tucking his weapon away, he scrambled for Tank.
“No, leave me. I’ll be useless in this fight,” Tank said with a shake of his head. “Hell, use me as bait if you want, but you got to bring that asshole down, Grizzly. He’s a fucking menace.”
“Shut up. I’m not going to leave a brother behind,” Grizzly said firmly. Ignoring Tank’s protests, he practically dragged Tank to the back of the car.
Grizzly pulled out his phone. He made a quick call to Whizz, telling him he needed backup. He wasn’t even sure his MC brothers would arrive in time. For now, Grizzly needed to stall Rage. The animal had all the advantage in this fight, and Rage knew it.
“Stop hiding like rats. Come out and play,” Rage yelled.
“And be shot down? No thanks,” Grizzly answered. “You don’t play fair, Rage.”
“Fair? What’s not fair is the fact Rat booted my loyal ass out of the club all because I decided to pursue some whore,” Rage said, voice bitter.
“You should’ve just left Piper and me alone, Rage. None of this would’ve happened,” Grizzly called back.
“Fuck you. After I gun down both of you, I’m coming for your whore next, Grizzly. Too bad you won’t see her bullet-riddled body.”
He gritted his teeth, tempted to run out and take a shot at Rage. Who knew? Grizzly might get lucky. Tank must’ve known what he intended to do because he gripped his arm, shaking his head.
“Don’t. He’s baiting you,” Tank said.
“We can’t hide here forever. All Rage has to do is walk up to us and end us,” Grizzly said.
Damn it all. He never should’ve underestimated Rage. Grizzly should’ve prepared more, should’ve never dragged Tank into this losing fight.
