CHAPTER FORTY-TWO
HULK
These fuckers are crazy. Especially Taz.
They come in,guns blazing. It’s been a long fucking time since we’ve seen the Dragons MC but thank fuck, they’re here. The others with them, I’ve never heard of them, but if they’re here, then I don’t give a fuck if they’re hobos off the street.
It’s pure chaos, but it gives us an edge. Thank God. The two clubs split, with a mixture of members from each joining the other. I see Shadow in the fray, face hard as he takes out soldier after soldier. I don’t see Stone, but I have to assume he’s also in amongst the fray.
“Let’s end this. Now!” Bullet screams, and it’s like a giant kick in the ass. Bowie and I instantly move, walking into the fight, taking out as many men as we can.
“What the fuck?” I hear one of the Misfits scream as we start to get closer and closer to where they’re hiding. “Who the fuck are these fuckers?”
“Oh now, that sounds like you’re not happy to see us,” one of the newcomers says with what almost sounds like sadness, even as he skillfully grabs one of the soldiers, puts a bullet in the side of his head, drops him to the ground, and keeps on going. That’s some military shit. “I mean, I get it, but still, don’t you think you could pretend?” Then his gun is up, and he puts a bullet directly between Ace’s eyes.
Ace falls to the ground, unseeing as Whip and Magnum curse, frantically firing and trying to get deeper into the trees close to the fence line.
“Taz, shut the fuck up,” one of the men in the team orders.
“He likes to play with his food before he kills them. It’s damn annoying,” another voice jokes, but there’s an edge of steel underneath.
“Guys, we’ve lost sight of Nikolai,” Cryos suddenly announces grimly.
“Shit,” I hiss. “Cryos, you better fucking find him.”
“I’m trying, asshole,” Cryos snaps.
“It doesn’t matter,” Whip suddenly calls. “We’re going to kill you all, and this place is going to be ours. That scary fucker promised us. You can bring in all the men you want, but it’s not going to change anything. You’re all—” His voice is cut off, and he falls to the ground.
“God, it’s just like a man to go on and on unnecessarily,” a feminine voice huffs. What the fuck? I want to look and see who she is, but I focus on taking out the soldiers still coming at me. Another shot fills the air, and out of the corner of my eye, I see Magnum also fall.
“Damn it, Xena. I had that one,” Taz whines.
“Snooze you lose,” Xena replies unrepentantly. “Now, the lot of you handle this shit.” Then I see out of the corner of my eye as she runs forward, jumping to pull herself up into one of the trees.
Again, what the ever-loving-fuck is going on?
“Karissa!” a pissed off male voice calls. “Get your ass back here.”
“Dude, you run after her, you’re dead. Leave her be. Warg will go with her. She’ll be fine,” another one of the men assures him, as a large black man follows Karissa’s lead and hops into the tree after her.
“They always get to have all the fun,” Taz huffs. He fires a few more shots, and finally, I realize that the soldiers coming at us are all lying dead on the ground, and I can get a good look at the crew that’s helped us.
There are eight of them now, with the two that just left. Four Dragons and four Devil’s Predators. The one, Taz, stands next to a man with a cut that calls him Razor, who is scowling and looking like he’s ready to lose his shit. Taz grins like a kid in a candy store, even as he holds one of the large guns at the ready, and his eyes continue to sweep. I recognize Rogue, Ink, Razor, and Snake from the Dragons, but none of the others. Their cuts declare the last three as Jaguar, Simba, and Copper. The three of them and Taz are not regular MC. I’d bet my patch on it.
A shiver goes down my spine as I stare into Simba’s eyes, their President. Yeah, this is a man you don’t fuck with. He’s seen far more and done far more than even I will probably be comfortable knowing.
“Thanks for saving our asses,” I say.
“You got it. Now, let’s get going to help the others. We want to end this fast,” Simba answers easily. Then he makes a signal with his hand, and the Devil’s Predators fall into formation behind him.
Fuck, yeah, this is a team for sure. It’s been a fucking long time since I’ve seen moves like that.
“You better tell your man that if my Old Lady gets hurt, I’m going to kill him myself,” Razor growls darkly at Simba.
Wait, that woman, Xena, is his Old Lady? I look at Simba sharply, but the man just reminds him, “She’s been a part of this team, and the two of them know what to do. Xena can handle herself. She’s in our patch right now, brother, so she’s not your Old Lady.”
“Like fuck she’s not,” Razor snaps, but he still follows all of us, face drawn down into a hard scowl.
