Page 24 of Judge
Shit.
“Pack up and head home, something ain’t fucking right.” Marx barks and hangs up.
“Shit, Judge, you called it,” Chris says, slapping a hand on my shoulder.
My gut kept my ass safe through all my deployments, it had me on edge at the diner when I knew something wasn’t right. Shit, it’s been calling the shots since the clubhouse was attacked. It’s been one thing after another and now it’s telling me that shit is going down at home and I need to be there.
We work as a well oiled machine, and I can’t get over how the Landrys slip right in. They’ll make good brothers and the thought of having another chapter to back us up can only be a good thing. Especially with all the shit the women we keep falling for bring our way.
“Fuck!” Tav says, not even packing his equipment away nicely now. “Renae Sullivan and Serpiente are on their way to the farmhouse.”
“What!?” What the fuck is going on? No, no, no, no, no.
“Dima called Marx, we need to fucking get there as soon as,” Rider calmly states, moving with an efficiency I sometimes forget he has. He may come across as a goofy pain in the ass, but he’s just as scary, if not scarier than most of us in the DRMC.
Straddling my bike I don’t even wait for my brothers, there’s fucking three hours between me and Kaia and the kids, and I’ve seen what these cartel fucks do to women. Jesus, Annie-Bella is only fourteen. Taking a deep breath I focus on getting myself to the farmhouse without getting killed or pulled over for speeding. I’m no help to them if I’m dead or in prison.
Glancing to the side I notice my brothers all have the same look of determination. They may not all have women and kids, but those women are their sisters, those kids their nieces and nephews. We’re a family by choice and no fucker will bring them any harm. Leaning lower, I let the rumble of the engine soothe the beast for the meantime. The road melts away beneath my tires, my vision narrowing to only what’s in front of me.
“How far away are you?” Remy’s voice through our comms pulls me out of my thoughts, from where they had been rolling over in my brain for the past near two hours.
“We’re another hour, at least,” Rider replies, sharing a look with me. As road captain it’s my job to get us to our destination safely.
“We need back up, Marx’s team are twenty out, but we need more. We’re surrounded and I don’t know how long we’ll be able to keep them back.”
“Fuck!” Tav curses and rides up between me and Rider.
My gut screws up and I try to calculate the quickest, safest route.
“Judge?” Rider asks.
I hold up four fingers, then a fist. Rider nods once, getting the message. “Give us forty.”
“Just get here!” Remy hangs up abruptly and I gun it.
I concentrate on my tires eating up the road, going as fast as we can safely go. Weaving in and out of traffic I raise my arm and indicate a turn off to a backroad that I saw on a map when I was plotting our ride here. It’d looked pretty quiet, off the main road but I’m hoping this way there will be less traffic meaning less danger. We want to get there fast, not dead. My brothers follow me, at my back as we roar through the backroads, cutting minutes off our journey.
Not paying attention to what my bluetooth is doing, I almost go to ground when Remy’s voice patches in, “We’re pinned down! Marx’s team is stuck in the house, twelve blacked out vehicles are making their way through town. If you’re on your way you better get here quick!”
My hands fist my handlebars as we hit the outskirts of Rose Grove. Knowing the town better than the cartel, we roar through the backstreets, headed straight for the farmhouse.
“They’ve just pulled in! Get. Here. Now!” Remy barks with more force than I could ever imagine her having. I guess working at the gym and running self defense classes with Dex has really paid off.
We’re only moments behind the SUVs and as we pull into the long drive I spot them up ahead. The cocky fuckers are pouring out of their vehicles, cartel members and gang bangers working together to try and take us down. It’ll be a fucking cold day in hell for that to happen. Excitement winds in my gut, clenching with anticipation. I may pussy out when it comes to dealing with Kaia and the kids, but I’ll be fucked if I’ll let anyone come in here and hurt my family.
I don’t even wait for orders, pulling my gun and taking out anyone that doesn’t look friendly. Some of my brothers head around the back, in case the house is surrounded, but I concentrate on the front and the front only. My gaze is fixed onthe front door and I hope like hell that Kaia and the kids are in the bunker, safe and sound. The problem is, I know Kaia better than I know anyone, even with us being separated all these years. That woman is stubborn as all get out, and the fear I have coursing through my veins that she is actually not tucked away safe, is killing me.
I ride toward men, firing at will, watching with satisfaction as they drop, one by one. Some drop by my hand, others by the snipers sitting on the main roof and one of the cabins to my left. For some reason there are screaming men coming out the front door on fire, and I’m not sure how or why that’s happening but I bet it has something to do with Pops. Or shit, even Elio. I don’t know what they’ve done to the house, but there seems to be walking injured everywhere. The men who made it to the house seem to be running screaming from it in matters of moments.
Noticing a gangbanger scaling a side wall I head that way, gun raised to stop him from entering through the window to the dining room. My finger twitches on the trigger when he goes flying back into the bushes, screaming. Aiming my bike for him I notice blood the closer I get. I skid to an idle, staring down the barrel of my gun at a man who is full of nails and other shrapnel. His eyes are clenched shut, blood pouring from them, and it’s a shame that he doesn’t see my bullet coming. Revving my engine I blow dust over his body as I head around the side, eager to cut off any more brave fuckers who think to infiltrate the house my woman and kids are in. And that’s what they are.Mine. I just have to convince them. Storming inside the house I move through the rooms as quickly as I can, clearing them as I come to them. Lovely and Blanche have Serpiente pinned to the dining room floor, and are in no need of my help so I move deeper into the house.
“Brother,” Rhodie nods on his way past, a guy in a suit slung over his shoulder. “Your woman and the kids are in the bunker.”
I slap his free shoulder appreciatively and make my way down to the basement as my brothers’ voices ring out, stating the house is clear of any and all threats. It’s been a fucking blood bath and I don’t give a shit.
Entering the code that Marx briefed us on before we left, I wait for the door to swing open before stepping in.
“Hands up, motherfucker.”
