Page 78 of Savage Ends
Crouched down behind some of the used and trashed pieces of cars, he looked toward Grant, who was a little too exposed for Pat’s liking.
Usually, that kind of hit got the job done.However, if the guy had been told to take out any of the Chaos and Carnage MC, then they were truly fucked.
Pat looked around him, and he saw the small piece of mirror left in one of the side wing mirrors.Extracting it, he used it to look around the building, to see where the bullet could have come from.
He’d been holding Tommy, and the bullet had come from the front, which meant Pat had his back to the sniper.There were only a couple of empty buildings behind him, and as he looked through the mirror, he saw the glint of a gun.
With Fall deep in their midst, the sun had been hit-or-miss.However, today, even though it was cold as fuck, the sun was out as if mocking them, as it wasn’t warming their asses up.Most of the frost on the ground hadn’t even thawed.
Seeing where the gunman was, Pat knew he could get to that space.
“Stay here,” he said, looking to Grant.Rip and Bud also acknowledged they had heard.
Pat crawled around the cars, being careful not to draw attention.The guy had to be ex-military.His position on the roof of the building across from them, which was an old abandoned factory, spoke volumes of military training, or training of some kind.Once he was clear, he found a break in the fence, probably made by kids or teenagers, thinking it would be cool to break into another man’s property.He took off across the street, and he knew the moment the sniper saw him, as a couple of bullets came rushing toward him, but Pat didn’t hesitate.He was across the road and crashing into the building within a matter of seconds.The elevator in the old building was dead, and Pat saw the boot prints.
Without any doubt, he followed that path, knowing there was no chance for the sniper to escape unless there was an exit off the roof.His heart raced.
The cartel was hiring ex-military now.Was that shot just for Tommy, or was there a reason he was lurking, to take another shot at the club?This shit was getting real, and it was getting dangerous.His father did warn them all.
Pat heard footsteps coming toward him, and instead of waiting, he charged toward the sound.He and the sniper collided.The man dropped his weapon, and Pat hit out, slamming his fist against the man’s face.
Without a second between the attack, the other man struck out, but Pat blocked him, crossing his arms, and then jamming him in the side.After several hits, where the sniper was blocked, Pat shoved him hard, landed a blow, and stepped back.When he did, he saw a man he’d not seen in a very long time.Solomon.That was all he knew him as.
During his stint in the army, Solomon had been known as The Ghost.He could move in and out undetected, taking out enemy leaders before anyone realized what had happened.He was the one the men relied upon.Solomon had saved his ass a few times.
“I know.I know,” Solomon said.“I still look pretty.”
Pat panted as he looked at someone he had considered a friend.He couldn’t let his guard down, because he had attempted to shoot him.
“You could have missed,” Pat said.
“I don’t fucking miss.Damn, Patty boy, you certainly have pissed a few people off, haven’t you?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Pat said.
Solomon laughed, but it was a forced sound.“You’re so full of shit.You said you were part of a club, Pat, you never said that club made a shit ton of enemies, including the fucking cartel.”
Pat looked at him.“And they hired you?”
“Dude, what more is there to life than fucking and killing?”Solomon shrugged.“They kicked me out because I wouldn’t follow their fucked-up rules, and then I decided to go my own way, and surprise, surprise, they didn’t like that.”
Pat stared at a man he had once considered a friend.Someone he would die for.He always knew Solomon rarely followed orders.He went with his gut, and if it told him to make the kill, then he would make the fucking kill without any questions asked.
“What happened?”
“Got cut from the draft.Dishonorable title or shit.”Solomon shrugged.“Saved a lot of men’s asses back in the day, but they didn’t care about that.They only cared about what their superiors wanted to know.”
“And now you’re in the cartel’s pocket,” Pat said.
“I’m not in anyone’s pocket, Pat.I make my own way.Rich too.”
“Why did you kill that man?”
“He was a target.He did his job, and it would seem the cartel doesn’t like to reward the people who do their dirty work for them.”
Pat knew Solomon was waiting for the right time to attack.He already had his hand on his gun.His other one had fallen down the stairs during the collision.
He and Solomon were two very different people.Solomon didn’t like to follow the rules.Pat hated to follow the rules, but he did what he had to do.
