“Do what you want. I know you like your pussy, young,” Zeus cackled.
“There’ll be women too,” Beaker interrupted.
“So, take Pixie, India and Queeny. Pixie likes to play with her victims.” Zeus laughed.
“The kids and women are part of the plan?” Grinder asked.
“Brother, I don’t care if you shag those kids ten ways to hell and back. Kill them all,” Zeus said.
“What the fuck!” Zeus yelled, jumping up off his chair.
“I bugged the clubhouse ages ago. It’s how we were able to start fuckin’ with your routes and shit. Didn’t expect to catch that,” Chance growled. His gaze took in those who were getting to their feet.
“You little cunt, you have gone too far,” Zeus screeched, and Chance pulled a gun and aimed it straight at Zeus.
“Shut up,” Chance demanded.
“Now I can kick you out. You’ve finally crossed the line!” Zeus crowed.
Chance shook his head in disbelief.
“Tati, give them your gift,” Chance said.
“I’m gonna screw you, little girl,” Zeus called, licking his lips. Tati did not even look his way. She opened the bag and threw three bloody cuts on the ground. On top of them, she threw three skinned faces. Women shrieked as Tati stepped back. Zeus stared at the mess on his floor in disbelief.
“Didn’t you notice those motherfuckers you sent to kill Whiskey, Willa, Saint, Chaser, Amy and their kids were missing, prick?” Chance sneered.
Sunny and Bear opened their bags and threw six bloodied and torn cuts on the ground. On top of them, they threw six more skinned faces. Zeus stared at Grinder in horror.
“That’s my cousin!” Zeus screamed, drawing a weapon and aiming at Chance.
“You all know my guy Pyro likes fire and burning shit to the ground,” Chance drawled. It was a total lie, Pyro hated fires, but those assholes didn’t realise that. They thought he was named Pyro because he liked arson. “This entire clubhouse is rigged to blow. Pyro does like his displays. He snuck in a few nights ago, and one press of the trigger in his hand and boom… bye bye everybody.”
Zeus paled.
“You would not fuckin’ dare! You’d die too,” Zeus snapped.
“Wouldn’t I? Hellfire’s gonna be mine. I don’t give a fuck if I blast everyone here to reclaim what is mine,” Chance said.
“You would not kill your brothers,” Zeus pushed.
“I’m happy to breathe my last on this land, are you?” Bear grinned.
Zeus rose to his full height to intimidate them, but they snickered at his efforts.
“This is war, Chance,” Zeus warned.
Chance threw his head back and roared with laughter.
“You motherfuckin’ prick. We’ve been at war since you stole my club. Hellfire is mine, by birth and legacy. Wasn’t ever yours. And at war? War?” Chance thundered. “You shot the opening salvo when your gang of fuckwits murdered three innocent babies and two old ladies. The law has always been no innocents, women, or children. Your fuckin’ orders to your paedophile raping cousin blew the rule out of the water. If there hadn’t been girls here tonight, asshole, we’d have come in firing. You’d all be dead because you’re so fucked up on drugs and booze you wouldn’t react in time!”
“You want some Michaelson?” Zeus taunted.
Chance dropped his gun and barreled across the room. With one swift blow, Chance lifted Zeus off his feet and launched him backwards. The crack of Zeus’s jaw breaking was heard clearly throughout the room. Zeus hit the floor hard and lay there.
“Anybody else?” Chance demanded. “No? Fuckin’ pussies. Tonight, everyone is out. You have an hour to get your shit and leave. President is mine, Hellfire is mine, Sunny is VP, and I have my inner circle set up. None of you are in it. You old ladies, you got two choices. You can stay in the new Hellfire, clean and legal, and we’ll look after you. Or join your abusive husbands. I don’t give a shit either way, but I hate innocents being hurt. If anyone makes one wrong move, Pyro blows the fuck out of the clubhouse. You two, take Zeus and make sure he heeds my warning. There won’t be another.” Chance landed a hard kick at Zeus’s head and moved back to his previous spot.
“Hour starts now, assholes. You’re all out.” Big Al grinned.