Outlaw's Vow: Grizzlies MC Romance(68)

The Chinese piled them both into the back of the van and slammed the doors shut. My rifle followed the van as it drove to the front gate, keeping my target fixed on the bored as shit fucknut driving it.

He'd die first. I had to kill him, and the other shithead in the passenger seat before they rolled through that gate onto the open road. Then maybe I could pick off any other assholes dumb enough to approach the vehicle, before they –

“Fuck!” I swore louder this time, banging my fist on the ground.

My boys picked the worst time in the world to roll up, just as the van stopped at the gate, waiting for it to open.

The biggest pile of shit in the universe hit the fan and got flung to the furthest corners of creation.

I locked onto the asshole driver, just as the Chinese heard the motorcycles and started to panic. The rifle barked, jerked in my hands, and the windshield exploded into broken fragments, stained red with his gore.

His fuckhead passenger in the next seat over managed to reach for the handle to pop his door before I took him out. One shot collapsed his skull, took his face clean off. His headless body rolled out the open door and flopped on the ground.

Blackjack looked almost as confused as the Dragon motherfuckers storming outta the building like angry hornets, their guns drawn.

Didn't stop him from riding behind Roman's truck. It took down the gate like a fucking battery ram, and I watched the firefight start through my scope like a civil war general, men on both sides screaming, running, shooting at each other.

The Chinese had some tricks up their sleeves, but we had more. Several fuckheads popped up on the rooftops, looking for the sniper, without having any clue I'd gone lone wolf.

I took them out in seconds. Tried like hell not to focus too hard on the van, praying Elle and Gil would be all right.

Yeah, that's right, I even hoped her asshole old man would survive, because anything that happened to him in the back of that shitty white van was bound to hurt my girl too. Plus keeping his evil ass alive would save her heart from getting torn into a million pieces.

My rifle shifted across the battlefield. I killed a few more Chinese hiding behind crates, shooting at Rabid and Brass as they smashed their way in, heading toward the door with the Tacoma brothers close behind.

Roman circled for the van, and I breathed my first sigh of relief since this shit started.

The wind blew fierce, and I saw Blackjack turn around and follow it, his eyes scanning the walls of the broken old place where I'd holed up.

I'd given them a huge advantage – the boys would just have to pick off the ones inside now. Time to get the fuck down there and fight with them, man-on-man.

I ran down the same flights of dirty stairs and climbed on my bike, holding the sniper rifle on my side.

When I rode across the street and crossed over the broken down gate, the Prez shook his head, shooting me a death glare while he tried not to grin.

I'd done him a big fucking favor. I'd saved lives. But I'd still disobeyed a direct order, and I'd pay for it later, like the defiant motherfucker I was.

Parked my bike by the loading dock as I listened to gunshots firing inside. I dropped the sniper rifle off where Roman could see it, and drew my nine millimeter, heading inside to find the fuck responsible for this shit before anybody else did.

I had to kill him. Had to put that Zee piece of shit down like the rabid dog he was.

My brothers were just coming out from behind their crates when I busted in.

Brass' eyes went big as fucking saucers when he saw me. “Holy fuck. You must've been the asshole playing sniper? What're you doing –“

I fired before the mobster asshole popped up behind him, and put a bullet through his brain. I hit the fuck in the thigh and his shot went into the ceiling as he collapsed, screaming shit in Chinese I couldn't understand.

The second miracle of the day arrived.

Zee rolled on the ground like a fucking coward when I found him. He'd been reaching for the gun he'd lost when he hit the floor and started clenching his leg. I picked it up, walked over, and stomped his hand so fucking hard his fingers snapped like twigs.

The other guys were behind me in seconds. One-eyed Line made a grunt of approval, and both the Veeps reached for the asshole, ready to hoist him up.

Wouldn't fucking let 'em. I pushed my boot down even tighter, hearing his pain echo like a song through the huge place as I ground the bones I'd broken into dust.

“Asphalt, what the fuck, man?” Rabid looked at me, reaching for Zee's leg.

“No. Put him the fuck down. Where's the Prez? This asshole needs to die right here. His scalp is mine, and it's Elle Jo's too.”

They looked at me like I'd lost my mind. I'd been around for ages in this club, long enough to know the drill.

When Lady Luck sent us a head honcho like Dragon Fucker here, their ass belonged to the Grizzlies. We grilled them before we executed them, or else used them for ransom. But what the fuck could Zee tell us that mattered, seeing how we'd just slaughtered his entire crew?