Page 2 of Cole (Dirty Misfits MC 4)
“Hold him there,” he commanded.
And I did as he asked.
“You’ll pay for this,” Chops murmured, “every single fucking one of you.”
Brooks crossed his arms over his chest. “Funny, I’m pretty sure we only asked you a question and you’re the one that got defensive. Right, guys?”
Porter nodded. “Sounds about right.”
Tanner shrugged. “That’s what I got out of it.”
I chuckled. “Give me a reason, please.”
Finn jogged back into the room with a gun at his side. He didn’t say anything, but he wrapped around behind me and slipped the piece into the back of my belt loop. The mere idea that I needed one of those didn’t bode well for where this was going, but Finn had always had a very good sense of direction.
Not just in nature, but with humans, too.
“Release him,” Brooks said.
I furrowed my brow. “You sure about that?”
He nodded his head. “Let the man stand. I want to say something to him before he leaves.”
Reluctantly, I released Chops and he stood to his feet. The man glared at me from over his shoulder as he cracked his neck, trying his best to shrug off my touch. Then, the two men faced off.
Our current President with the man we all knew would eventually replace him.
“What?” Chops asked. “You think you can just banish me from here without any rhyme or reason?”
Brooks licked his lips. “I’ll ask you one more time. Why are you so concerned with where they came from versus whether or not they’re okay?”
He blinked. “If you walked into my house and there were a bunch of women sprawled out everywhere, would you be asking if they were all right, or would you be asking where I found all of them in the first fucking place?”
“Well, see, that’s the difference between the two of us.”
“The fuck does that mean?”
I slowly wrapped my hand behind me and gripped the handle of the gun Finn had placed in my possession.
Then, Brooks spouted the only truth we knew. “If you were going to be fucking all of those girls, then you don’t strike me as the kind of man who would give a shit whether or not the girl was okay. After all, they’re nothing but a release, right? Something to use before you toss them back out onto the street? I mean, who cares if they’re okay, so long as they serve their purpose, right?”
Chops’ nostrils flared. “Think whatever the fuck you want, but I know one thing for certain.”
“What’s that?” I asked.
He whipped around and faced me, but it wasn’t until I heard the bombastic crack that I realized what had happened.
“I never come unprepared,” Chops said.
As he whipped around, the man had pulled a gun from the inside of his leather jacket. And the second that bullet popped off, Tanner took me to the ground. Wood splintered as the bullet embedded itself into the wall, and as I laid on my stomach with Tanner covering me, the girls screamed in the background.
“Take cover!” Brooks exclaimed.
I whipped my gun out and took aim as Chops’ dancing feet. I closed one eye, trying to position myself as gunfire rained down inside our clubhouse. The girls cried. My brothers scrambled. Chops’ cackled with laughter as he emptied his chamber before reloading his magazine.
And as he popped the empty one out, that was when I struck.
“Fucking hell!” Chops cried out.
I popped a bullet off that grazed his left arm before aiming for his right knee. He stumbled around in pain, his gun clattering to the ground before Tanner lunged for it. He scooped it up and raced across the room, disassembling it and dropping parts as if he were Hansel in some fucked-up fairytale rendition.
And as I stood to my feet, I trained my gun on Chops as another bullet came flying out of nowhere.
Sinking itself right into the man’s dominant arm.
“Shit!” Chops wailed.
Brooks holstered his weapon and ripped Chops up from the ground by his hair. “You listening now?”
Chops sniggered. “You’ll never get away with this. Each and every one of you will pay with your lives.”
Brooks tossed him toward the door like a sack of potatoes. “Good luck. We’ll give you a five-second head start before we keep pursuing you. Consider it a nice game of target practice.”
“One,” Porter murmured.
“Two,” Tanner said with a grunt.
“Three,” Brooks said with a sigh.
“Four,” I growled.
Then, Finn walked toward the door. “Fucking five.”
We all raced out into the night as Chops’ motorcycle struck up. We leapt onto our vehicles, blazing a trail after the man as his bike swerved and darted along the road. I wasn’t sure what the fuck Brooks’ plan was, but we had him. We had him at our feet and he tossed him out the door? With a fucking head start?
I wasn’t sure what the point of that was, other than to posture.
