Page 39 of Reckless
Chapter Twenty-One
Wrench
I follow Pres back to his office. Once the door shuts, he turns to me. "We need to be on full alert. Whoever has been coming for us is going to retaliate after we've taken everything they have."
“Exactly what I was thinking.” We don’t know who these people are or who they could have in their pocket at this point. “What do you think we should do?”
"Honestly? I want to send all the girls and the kids to the charter clubs. Scares me having everyone in the building. I feel like we're easy targets." His hand rubs his head, and I can see the toll all of this is taking on him.
Before I can respond to him, a familiar sound fills my ears. "Fuck, those are bullets." I race to the door, but Pres grabs my arm.
"No, we can't go toward that room. We need to head out the back, and maybe we can take out whoever the hell it is by surprise."
I nod knowing he’s right but all I think of is whether Carly is okay.
Before we get to the back door, Pres holds his hand up. "Two fuckers are about to walk in. Get back and let's take one out, keep the other one to question.” I nod, letting him know I'll follow his lead.
The door opens and Pres steps into their view quickly shooting one in the head and the other in the hand holding his gun. He shoots him again in the kneecap and then plants a swing to his face knocking him out.
“Let’s get out front, but be careful.”
I stay behind him watching his back as we walk around the warehouse. There are multiple pickup trucks with men holding automatic rifles and firing into the warehouse.
“We need to try to take some of these assholes out,” Pres says, trying to talk over the sound of bullets flying.
We kneel down and start taking aim at the guys in the trucks. The problem is that we're so far away and all we have are our handguns. Accuracy from this far away is really shitty.
We clip one of them, watching them all looking around confused as to what happened. They must have confused the sound of our guns with theirs, not realizing we were returning fire.
The engines sound as the trucks start to pull out of our lot, we continue firing, but it doesn't seem to make a difference.
"Let's get in there and pray we made it out of this without losing anyone." He starts to run toward the front door, and I follow him.
We walk in and see everyone lying on the floor, my eyes scan the room looking for Carly. I hear Nikki’s voice scream for Pres and look over to see her and Carly crouched beside Izzy.
Fuck.
Pres runs over, and I follow him, Lady is there within seconds, and the two of them are trying to revive her. Her white shirt is almost entirely red, and the blood seems to be pouring from her chest.
I grab Carly’s arm, pulling her to me, not wanting her to see any more of this. She buries her head in my chest her tears soaking through the cotton of my shirt.
Pres looks up. “She’s gone.”
It's all I hear, but the entire room goes silent. After a few minutes, people break down, sobs fill the space where just a few minutes ago I'm sure the gunshots deafened everyone.
Carly's hand grips my sides her nails digging into my skin, but I couldn't care less.
Pres looks up at me. “Tie up that motherfucker I knocked out downstairs and then wake him the fuck up. Get what you can out of him and then come get me so I can make him wish he was never born.” I nod.
I look over at Brick and jerk my head toward the hallway, and he nods saying something to Jess before following me.
"We got two guys by the back door, one is dead, the other one is just knocked out." I point down to the bodies lying there. "Help me get him downstairs, and I'll take it from there. After that just get rid of the other one."
"Got it, brother, this shit is majorly fucked up." All I can do is nod at him.
This all still feels surreal, especially the fact that we lost Izzy.
I know that shit is going to fuck Pres’s head up.
