Page 135 of Salvation

His excuses were bullshit, but what choice did I have right now other than to accept it?

“I didn’t think you and Rachel were together that long,” Hacksaw said, narrowing his eyes at Vienna.

“Long enough.”

“Funny. Because I was almost certain I saw you leaving the pub fairly early…”

“Leaving the pub… Us… You saw?” Vienna said, in a tone I couldn’t decipher.

“Closing time is midnight. The cameras are my job. I’malwayswatching. Especially when it’s the bar that non-members frequent.”

Vienna’s eyes widened, and then he looked down at the ground.

“What the fuck is going on here?” I snapped, looking back and forth at my two right-hand men.

“None of my business,” Hacksaw said, still glaring at Vienna.

“Look,” Vienna began. “Things were fucking weird last night. I—”

“I’m sorry to interrupt,” Tyler, the prospect, said.

“Then don’t,” I snapped back. “Prospects speak when—”

With a look of despair, Tyler reached inside his cut, pulled out a gun and shot Vienna, sending him crashing off his chair.

I responded instantly, grabbing the gun that was always next to my gavel and shot him directly in the forehead, his body falling backwards as his eyes went black.

But his one action set off a chain of events.

Before we knew what was happening, the door to Church was booted off its hinges, and bullets rained down on the room.

“Under!” I yelled, diving under the table, hoping to God the rest of my brothers heard me. I grabbed Vienna’s body, pulling him under the table with me.

My eyes went to the wound on his chest, and I shrugged out of my cut and pressed it against him, hoping to stem the flow of blood that was dangerously seeping out of him.

“Pivot!” I yelled. “Pivot, come and hold this in place. Do not fucking let go!” I warned, placing the life of my best friend in his hands.

I grabbed the gun from my back pocket and shot at the knees of the man closest to me, his howl of pain sounding like music to my fucking ears.

They may have taken us by surprise, but they were fucking moronic. Three men wouldn’t have been enough for three Devils, never mind the entirety of the clubhouse during Church.

“Keep him alive!” I snapped, seeing Hacksaw with his hands around the last remaining man. “Chris, go with Trent and burn these fuckers. I don’t care if they’re dead or not. I want them to be nothing but ashes. Ant, ring an ambulance for Vienna, or, better yet, get him in the van. Just make sure he’s at hospital ASAP. And you,” I hissed at the last attacker. “You’re coming with me.”

And with that, I smacked him with the barrel of my gun, sending him straight into darkness.

Chapter 59

Dante

“You’re awake,” I grinned, putting down my phone as I noticed the man on my table start to breathe heavily.

I hadn’t bothered to find out his name, and it was far too late now. All I knew was that he was a member of the Rough Riders, and he had dared step onto my territory, and shot at my right-hand man.

Each of those crimes was punishable by death. Committing both those acts together ensured his death would be painful, long, and as vicious as possible.

After Pivot and Riley had accompanied Vienna to the hospital, with strict instructions to let me know as soon as they heard anything, Hacksaw and Monster had helped me carry the last remaining Rough Rider further into the basement, and Hacksaw had given me some of his supplies.

I didn’t ask where he got it from, and quite frankly, I didn’t fucking care. I didn’t like the thought of having this shit in our clubhouse, but in times like this, I was grateful that Hacksaw was the psychotic bastard he was.

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