Page 41 of Framed for Life
I take aim, but a raw, ear-splitting siren pierces the air.
My heart stops dead. I’m on my feet sprinting a second later.
“They breached the clubhouse!” Prez yells to the others as he storms across the yard with bullets hitting the ground around him.
We run. Half-dozen of us, from every direction.
Fuck.Fuck.
Katie’s inside, locked in the basement.
They’re hemmed in. Some of them are armed, but…
My mind splinters. I can’t think of anything but getting to her.
Cold sweat is rolling down my temples as I tear through the rear entrance. Prez is already firing from the top of the stairs, aiming down into the stairwell.
“You mother fucking asshole!” He shouts as he unloads.
Two other brothers have a couple of Russo’s men on the floor kicking the shit out of them.
I pop another guy as he tries to run out the front door.
“What the literal fuck?” I yell. “These bastards have some balls to come into our house.”
Prez whistles for me and I step over a dead brother from the other chapter of Kings of Darkness. He must have been the first to find them in the house.
“Look,” Prez says as he heads down the steps, “A battering ram. Never seen that before.”
“It’s the kind SWAT uses,” I tell him as I storm down the stairs behind him.
“Is it clear to open the door?” One of the women calls from inside.
“Hell, no!” Prez and I both shout at the same time.
There’s still random gunfire outside.
“Katie-girl,” I call through the door. “I’ll come get you as soon as it’s safe.”
Prez gives me a look that says he knows what I’m thinking. They tried the door to grab one of the women. Until we shake down those two that we captured, we won’t know exactly why.
Prez and I climb the stairs to the landing where the mob guys are unconscious on the floor. It’s a bloody fucking mess right in the middle of our clubhouse.
“Take them to the garage,” I tell Ace.
I will know why they’re here one goddamned way or another. If it’s Katie they’ve come after, I’ll make them regret the day they took their first breath.
By the time I get to the garage both of them are hanging from chains. Ace gives me a tight nod when I walk in.
We’ve done this before. He knows what’s coming when he tosses me a club. “Have fun.”
“Oh, I will.”
I circle them, looking for signs for which one will break first.
“You came into my house. Scared my woman. You know what that means?”
One grunts. “Means you got shit for security, motorcycle boy.”
