I stood up and nodded at the others. They followed me through the back kitchen. I opened a small hatch in the floor and descended down some steps. I hit a switch on the wall and the light flickered on.
Lined up along the walls were rifles, grenades, and Kevlar vests. It was our fucking armory.
“Gear up,” I grunted. “Let’s go kill some Snakes.”
We were lying on our stomachs at the top of a hill. Wrench was looking through a pair of binoculars at the small shack down in the valley below us, less than a football field away.
Five minutes ago, we watched the arms dealer, Jimmy Jay, plus his assistant pull up in a truck and carry in a few crates. We waited and watched, tension mounting in the group.
“Fucking Snakes,” Thade said. “Late as always.”
“They’ll be here,” I said. “They need those guns.”
“Yeah,” Spoil grunted, “to make a damn move on us.”
I nodded. “Exactly.”
Almost as if on cue, we heard the distant roar of motorcycle engines. We watched five Snakes pull down the dirt road, heading toward the truck and the shack.
“Ready?” Clutch asked.
“Fuck yeah,” Thade said, eager from his last taste of action.
“Wait,” I said. “Wait until they’re inside.”
We watched the Snakes pull up and park. They dismounted and knocked on the shack door. After a brief exchange we couldn’t hear, the five men walked inside.
“Come on,” I said.
We stood and moved quickly, quietly, down the slope. The sun was rising slowly up over the horizon, and I hoped that the glare would help mask our approach.
Luckily, we made it down without issues. The boys spread out around the shack, high-powered assault rifles held at the ready.
I nodded at Clutch. “Light ’em up, boys,” I yelled.
And then we unleashed fucking hell.
The sound of guns blasting filled the air, a screaming cacophony of death and destruction. We filled that little shack with bullets.
The door burst open, and a Snake stumbled out. He tried to get off a few shots, but I filled him up with bullets. He stumbled over, falling to the ground.
We continued firing for another minute, and finally I held up a hand and signaled for the cease-fire.
There was a deathly quiet, and then groaning.
I motioned for Clutch and Spoil to follow me. We kicked aside the Snake’s body and stepped into the shack.
Inside, the place was torn to shreds from our bullets. The arms dealer was dead, and so was his assistant. Three of the Snakes were lying facedown at a table, clearly unable to get up in time.
The last Snake was lying in the middle of the room, obviously having tried to get outside. He had a bullet in the leg and shoulder, but he was alive by some damn miracle.
“Fucking bastards,” he groaned as we approached.
“Fucking Demons,” I said, kicking his gun away. I put my boot on his leg wound and pressed.
He groaned loudly. “Fuck, please, stop.”
I eased off. “What’s in the crates, Clutch?”
He peered inside. “Guns. Lots of guns.”
“Hell yeah!” Spoil said, laughing. “This is a damn good haul. Dead Snakes and free guns.”
“You’re starting a war, you dumb bastards,” the Snake said.
“War already started, idiot,” I said. “Spoil, get the boys in here. We need to clear out.”
I helped drag the injured Snake out toward the truck, packing him into the back. We tied him up nice and good, so he wouldn’t be going anywhere.
Meanwhile, the boys packed the crates back into the truck. We cleaned up as fast as possible before someone came looking for anything.
“That went well,” Clutch said to me as we were finishing.
“Yeah, it did” I said. “Got that assistant killed, though.”
He shrugged. “Shit happens in war.”
“Yeah,” I said, “it does.”
We got on our bikes and headed back, Thade and Wrench driving the truck. Someone would bring them back later for their bikes.
We got lucky. The boys might not realize it, but those Snakes weren’t ready for us. They were expecting an easy business deal, not a deadly ambush.
From here on out, things weren’t going to be easy. No, shit was about to get much, much harder. Maybe we had a prisoner, and a nice little infusions of hardware, but the Snakes weren’t going to just let us murder their guys.
No, they were going to hit back harder. We’d have to be prepared, or else.
The wind in my hair, the road beneath my bike. We were at fucking war again.
A thrill ran through my chest, adrenaline spiking.
Chapter Twenty-One: Caralee
I woke up, tired and sore from the night before. Light was streaming in through the bedroom window. I rolled over, but Ford’s side of the bed was empty.
Sighing, I sat up. Memories of the night before came wafting back into my mind. I felt all over again his strong hands, his cock thrusting deep inside me, the sweat that dripped down my body, the intense way he stared at me.