Neither Bowie nor I respond to their taunts. It serves nothing, and I need to focus.
The air is full of gunfire, the smell of smoke, and cries of men dying. It’s a sight that I haven’t seen in a long fucking time, and I wish like hell that I didn’t have to deal with it again. I might not survive this, but I’m going to give it every fucking thing I have.
I want this to be fucking over so I can sit on this fucking porch with Avery in my lap and know that we never have to worry about this again.
“Hulk, duck,” Bowie screams, and I fall to the ground instantly as a bullet from our left comes from the trees. Shit. Looks like Cryos was wrong. They’re definitely coming from the other side now. “Cryos, what the fuck?” Bowie rages.
“Shit, they must have found one of the cameras or sensors and cut it before this all started,” Cryos hisses, but there’s something more than panic in his tone. It almost sounds like guilt. I don’t have time to dissect that right now, but that itch just got a lot worse. “I’ve got nothing from that side.”
“No fucking shit,” I snarl. “Bowie, you got the west of us?”
“Motherfucker,” Bowie yells, but he turns, both of us back to back as we fire. We’re pinned down with nowhere to go as more and more soldiers gain on us. “I’m going to run out of fucking ammo before we get through half of these fuckers,” Bowie warns grimly.
“We’re pinned down, too,” Sniper snarls in our ears. “Bullet and I have found a good spot, but we’re running low on ammo, too. We need to get to the stash we have. Or someone needs to get us more.”
“We’re under too much fire here,” I hear Twigs yell frantically in my ear. The kid sounds like he’s seconds away from losing his shit. Fuck. That’s the fastest way to get yourself killed. “We’re barely keeping them back…Shit! Milk!”
The panicked wail sends a cold shiver down my spine. Fuck.
“He’s hit! Milk is down!” Twigs sobs, desperation filling his voice. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.”
“Give me that fucking earpiece. Now!” I hear someone barking, and Angel’s voice fills my ear. “Milk is down, and so is Trix. Diesel’s been hit, but we can’t get him out. They got him in the side.”
“We can’t get Medic to him in the middle of this,” Viper tells him grimly. “Get him to somewhere you think he’ll be safe until we can.”
“Already done,” Angel responds. “We’re holding off as best we can, but we’re also running low on ammo, and there are more coming this way.”
“Motherfuckers knew we would fight back and they’re coming to send a big message,” Bullet growls. “No fucking surrender. We go until we can’t anymore. Make sure Crypt and Theo get the women and kids out of here at any fucking cost, Viper. You got it?”
“I got it,” Viper states grimly. “Frost, you’re going to be the one to help me with that if shit goes down to it.”
“Got it,” Frost responds coldly. “I have to reload.”
I’m continuing to fire, grabbing one of the extra magazines from Bowie’s side to reload when I’m out. More and more soldiers emerge from the trees, and the Misfits still stay behind,not willing to put their own lives on the line, the fucking cowards.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Cryos mutters in my ear, but I tune him out. His ramblings aren’t going to help us. He’s no good in a fight like this. Being out here is only going to get his ass killed. But if we survive this, I’m going to be telling him to put in some booby traps next time to keep this shit from happening again.
Suddenly, a roar fills the air, so loud that at first I can’t figure out what it is. Only that it’s coming from somewhere past those trees. What the fuck is going on?
It’s the exact thing we need, though, because instantly it has the soldiers distracted enough that we can take out more of them, gaining us a small edge.
“Incoming!” Cryos screams. “They’ve got bikes, a whole fleet of them. I’m counting twenty-two people total. Fuck!”
“They called in more MCs? Why?” Bowie demands. “They thought that they needed that many against us?”
“No, that’s our backup,” Bullet says smugly. “Keep pushing, brothers. The Dragons and Devil’s Predators are here to save our asses. And from the sounds of things, Stone and Shadow made it back, too.”
Wait, what? Who the fuck are they?
CHAPTER FORTY-ONE
BULLET
The cavalry is here.
Thank fuck.
With ex-mercenaries and a hardened MC on our side, these fuckers won’t stand a chance.
