So, these fuckers were here for Bianca or as revenge for Fallen decimating their fucked up club weeks ago when they kidnapped Nicole. Either way, they’d be paying with their lives. After another minute or so, the firing stopped. They slowly stood from their positions, cautious in case they had missed anyone. He saw Cobra and another prospect, Drill, being carried into the club. He could tell they were injured but not seriously. Thank fuck. The only casualties were from Riot.
He saw three bodies not moving, surrounded by a pool of blood that they wouldn’t be walking away from. A heavy hand grasped his shoulder. Digger was looking at him with part turmoil and part relief. Bianca could have been hurt if she’d stepped out of the club a second earlier. If this whole thing was about Bianca, Dane was really stepping up his plan to get hold of her. They’d dodged this bullet – well several in fact. For once it seemed there was some fucking luck on their side.
They moved together from behind the car which had protected them and saw a fair few bullet holes in it now. The gate was shuddering open again.
“Come on. Let’s get this shit sorted. I wanna get inside and see our old lady,” Bones ground out while reloading his gun.
They followed Duke and Hollywood out of the gates and saw four injured men propped up and one speaking frantically into a cell phone. King felt himself smile. Stupid fucker knew he’d been caught and hadn’t destroyed his phone. That’d prove useful. King loved seeing the guy’s eyes widen as they marched towards him. Whatever he was saying into the phone he couldn’t hear, his ears were still ringing from the gunfire.
He threw himself forward and pummelled the bastard in the face. His teeth cut into the knuckles on his right hand. Blood was steadily pumping from a wound on the guy’s thigh. Bones pocketed the phone and then removed the guys belt.
“I’ll be taking your belt. No fucking way am I getting your rancid blood on mine,” he mocked.
He then wrapped it around the top of his thigh creating a shitty tourniquet. It’d do for now though. They needed him conscious for questioning and it wouldn’t do to have him bleed out too quickly.
He and Digger hooked under his arms and dragged him into the compound and then into a free outhouse. He was relieved to see that they had a total of four Riot brothers to interrogate. It would also mean there would be four less Riot brothers alive by the end of the day. His punch must have been harder than he thought as this guy wasn’t talking, but kept shaking his head and twitching like he’d knocked his brains loose.
He and Digger held him still as Bones restrained him with chains and cable ties. He hadn’t recognised any of the Riot members so far. Prez would know who were the most senior or longest standing members. They’d be the ones they concentrated on. For now, they needed to get to Bianca. He knew she’d be frightened and needed to see they were all unharmed.
They were just crossing the yard when an ambulance pulled up right next to the club door. Shit, someone must have been seriously hurt. He hadn’t noticed anyone other than Cobra and Drill be hit. They jogged towards the door to be met by a feminine wail and scream. They each looked at each other, panicked and raced inside. Had someone got inside and hurt Bianca?
They were about to sprint into the hallway when Razor and Slam marched towards them followed by a pale Duke who was clinging to Nicole’s hand. It took him a couple of seconds to register what the fuck had happened, but as a paramedic passed them with a small, wailing bundle in his arms, he knew Nic was having the babies.
She was wheeled into the bar on a stretcher. King was just about to wish her luck when they stopped right in front of them. He instinctively took a few steps back as Nic started wailing like a banshee. He could feel Bones and Digger stood by his side, unmoving like him. One more scream ripped from Nicole and they saw a stream of something hit the floor at the bottom end of the stretcher. It looked like a combination of blood and mucus. His stomach rolled but then a small noise pierced the pandemonium and a paramedic with what had to be the worst view in the world, briefly held up a squawking, wriggling baby.
His eyes followed them out of the door. Purely focused on the small new person, now swaddled in Duke’s arms.
“Holy shit.”
He felt frozen to the spot; a baby had just been born in the club bar. He was sure more than one must have been conceived here but there sure as fuck had never been one born here. The world clicked back into focus when he saw Jewel and Shel wrestling a mountain of bags through the bar. They raced forward and relieved them of the weight.