A really good idea.
“Ripper…”
“Wait,” Ripper growled.
Trev waited and listened as Ripper unzipped his jeans.
No… fucking hell no…
A few seconds later there was sound of liquid hitting the stone. Stepping to the side, Trev saw that Ripper had his dick in his hand and was pissing right on Griffin’s stone.
Trev started to reach for his gun.
This was it for good.
Ripper then turned, facing Trev, still pissing.
Trev jumped back. “Whoa! What the fuck?”
Ripper took out one of his guns and pointed it right at Trev. “Time’s up. Game over.”
“What are you doing?”
“You think I trust you for a second?” Ripper asked.
“What?”
“You brought me here for what? Where’s Eden? Huh?”
“Behind you. There’s a small storage building. It’s unlocked right now. That’s where she’s meeting me.”
Trev waited for his moment to strike. It came when Ripper turned his head to look at the storage building.
Right then, Trev had to take his life into his hands.
He lunged forward and smacked the gun in Ripper’s hand out of the way with his left hand and punched Ripper in the face with his right hand.
Ripper didn’t drop the gun though.
Instead, he started to pull the trigger.
*
Trev felt a hot pain in his arm but that wasn’t going to stop him. He was on the ground, wrestling with Ripper, right in front of Griffin’s grave.
“You don’t get what’s coming,” Ripper growled. “You can’t stop it. You can’t fucking stop me.”
Trev landed another right. Ripper threw his head forward, smashing against Trev’s nose. Trev’s nose exploded. Ripper then rolled on Trev and swung with the gun. Trev felt the thud and felt it roll through his entire head. Then Ripper had a hand to Trev’s throat.
“You fuck,” Ripper said. “Who are you? Huh? What do you want out of this?”
Trev grabbed Ripper’s fingers and twisted, easing the pressure on his throat. Ripper lifted the gun and Trev grabbed Ripper’s wrist. He twisted and then pushed with all his strength, sending Ripper flying off him.
As Ripper fell into Griffin’s headstone, he fell into his own piss.
Trev kicked at Ripper, finally getting the gun out of his hand.
But Ripper was still packing more.
Trev reached for his own gun, finally, but Ripper was already armed again.
They then sat there in a standoff, staring each other down.
They were bleeding. Trev’s shoulder throbbed with intense pain.
“How does this end?” Ripper asked. “I’m a goddamn President. You can’t just take me out.”
“I’m outlaw, remember?” Trev asked. “I speak to nobody.”
In the distance there was the growling cry of motorcycles.
“They’re coming,” Trev said. “They’re going to take us both out. You fucked this up.”
“No. You did. I’ll kill them all. You don’t get it, Trev. What’s done is done.”
“Put your gun down, Ripper,” Trev said. “I’ll put you in that storage building and hide you. Nobody will know where you are. There’s how many of them? And one of you?”
“Fuck yourself, Trev,” Ripper said.
“Fine. Fuck myself.”
Trev had to pull the trigger and make it count.
Any shot could result in Ripper pulling his own trigger, killing Trev. It wasn’t all that long ago Trev would have already pulled the trigger. Getting killed was just a part of the life. He never saw himself getting old, visiting the doctors for aches and pains, and then dying in his sleep. He was going to go out big. With a bang.
Not anymore.
He had Eden to love and care for. He had a baby on the way.
A baby.
That meant family. That meant the Back Down Devil MC family was going to grow again.
So that left Trev with another plan.
He moved quick, shooting Ripper’s arm. The bullet blasted through Ripper’s forearm, forcing Ripper to drop his gun. He grabbed for his arm, screaming.
Trev pointed his gun at Ripper. “Now you’re my bitch, Ripper. You never get to make a call again. This is it. This is your dark ride.”
Ripper tried to make a move for another gun and Trev shot him through the shoulder. Ripper screamed again and slumped to the left. There was blood on Griffin’s headstone, along with a chunk of the stone cracked from the bullet.
Sorry, brother.
Trev climbed to his feet. He walked to Ripper and reached down, stripping him of his other weapons. He then forced Ripper to his feet. There was blood everywhere on Ripper and he looked at Trev, his eyes already getting weak.
“You’ll pay for this,” Ripper said. “All of this. You need me alive to survive, Trev.”
“Nobody needs you alive,” Trev said. “Walk.”
Trev forced Ripper through the cemetery. The way he walked, it looked as though they were zombies in some cheap horror movie.