“We’ve got it,” Trev said.
Harlee and Eden had a strong friendship going. I figured it was only a matter of time until Harlee was all knocked up too. What a fucking MC we had, huh? We went from almost getting wiped out because of the old Prez and his bullshit to now having guys fall in love, getting engaged, their girls getting knocked up.
Fucking time was a weird thing.
Max and Austin came forward and each hugged Trev. They then led the way for Eden to go back inside the clubhouse.
Trev then walked to his ride and grabbed his helmet. “You guys know I can’t go in there. I don’t like it.”
“We’ve got your back, Prez,” I said.
“I want in.”
“We voted,” Jasper said. “Not sending you into that bar. You’re an easy target.”
“And the rest of you?” Trev asked.
“We do what we do best,” Cash said. “Fuck shit up.”
All of us let out a cheer.
“Jasper and Hudson hang back with me,” Trev said. “I want Cash, Trent, Kye, and Duke going inside.”
We all nodded.
The only one missing was Cade. He had some meeting with our lawyer and accountant to make sure the front business was all intact. He was also helping to ensure our fifty large payment from the Russians was properly put away without any eyes getting on it.
Once we hit the road, my adrenaline got going. Happened every time I got on the road, knowing we were heading into a war zone. Shit, it used to happen when I was overseas. Too many times we’d load up whole and come back broken.
Not this time. Not this time.
Belle flashed in my mind, as though she had become some reason to fight harder to ensure my own safety. That was just fucking stupid.
There was always a big risk cruising into another club’s territory. While we controlled all of Daurian, there were chunks that were overrun with other crews. We called them the weeds. They didn’t belong and they didn’t leave. Heading to north and east, we crossed into Hell Five territory. You’d never know it staring at a regular map because this shit - the outlaw life - that wasn’t listed on any county lines or mile markers.
Right on cue, Prez and Jasper hung back. Then the rest dropped off about a mile from the bar.
It was me, Kye, Cash, and Trent.
We fucking rode right up to the bar and parked our rides. I counted ten motorcycles outside the bar. Now, this wasn’t exactly the main meeting place for the Hell Five, so some of these rides were just for regular bikers. Guys passing through. Prospects looking to get in on the crew.
Trent grabbed for the door and I stopped him.
“Let me,” I said.
“I’m the goddamn enforcer, Duke.”
“And they goddamn shot me in the leg,” I said.
Technically it wasn’t really a gunshot wound, nothing like my shoulder. But it was enough to make Trent back off for a second.
I tore open the bar to the Hell Five and stepped inside.
An enemy… looking for a fight… with a giant target on my back.
**
I ordered a shot of whiskey while Kye, Cash, and Trent ordered a beer.
All eyes were on us.
I took note of three guys in the back corner playing pool. They stood with their sticks in their hands, shocked at our appearance in their bar.
I threw the shot glass back and felt it burn all the way down to my belly.
“What do I owe?” I asked the barkeep.
“You’re not from around here,” he said. He reached under the bar and put a gun on the bar.
“I’ve got one of my own,” I said.
“Mine’s bigger,” Cash said. “He gets jealous.”
“Get the fuck out of here,” the barkeep said.
“Not getting a tip that way,” Kye said.
“I’ll give him a tip,” Trent said. He leaned over and quickly put his hand on the barkeep’s gun. “If you ever talk to one of my brother’s like that again, I’ll kill you.”
Trent moved quick and smooth, taking the clip out of the gun.
From the corner of my eye came the three guys that were shooting pool.
Guns were already drawn.
“Sorry about your beer,” I whispered to Cash.
“What?” he asked.
I grabbed Cash’s beer mug and tossed it to my left, hitting all three guys with beer. I then jumped to the middle guy and smashed the mug off his fucking face. It hit with a hard thud and didn’t break.
As I drove him back, a brawl broke out.
I waited for a gunshot or ten but it was quiet. Other than the fighting.
I took my guy back and over a pool table. I landed two rights to his nose before I felt a hot fire against my ride side. I rolled out of the way and fell against a pool table. A guy stood there holding half of a broken pool stick. He then thrust the broken piece at me like a spear. I jumped back and grabbed for a pool ball. It was the eight ball. How lucky of me. I tossed it forward and clanked the asshole right in the forehead. He dropped the pool stick and grabbed for his face. I went after him, dropping him with two punches.