Page 51 of DOG Part 2
Skate nodded before continuing. “Our men chased them off before they did any real damage.”
“What about you two? Were you followed after you left the clubhouse?”
“No way. Impossible.”
I raked a livid hand through my hair. My teeth stopped grinding together and I was able to get in one, maybe two good breaths. I needed to think.
“What’s going on?” Kim’s voice asked from behind me.
She moved past me and turned sideways to look at me and the men. Damn, she looked fresh and wholesome in a mid-thigh length denim skirt and a white t-shirt, nothing at all like the sexy vixen who had taken charge and made me fuck her senseless a few hours ago.
“Nothing.”
“Come on, I heard you all talking. Is it my dad? Is he…” she trailed off and took a shaky breath.
“No. He’s fine,” I told her. “The clubhouse was hit. It’s nothing to concern you.”
Kyle turned off the TV and came over to join the rest of us in the kitchen. “What do we do?” he asked.
I was dying to get back to the clubhouse to see the damage for myself. That place was my home. Everything I owned was there. The thought of it being attacked made me want to punch something hard right now. I couldn’t do any of that. I had made a promise to Banner. Protecting his daughter came first.
“We move to the next spot. We’re exposed. For now, get back to your post until we leave.”
“Got it,” Kyle answered, and did an army-style one-eighty degree pivot turn before marching back to the living room.
“Kim, go get your bag,” I ordered without looking her way.
She did. I walked to the back door and looked through the window. The hall’s floorboards creaked as I returned to the men.
“Let’s go to the living room. Kyle needs to hear this.” They followed me there, and I continued after we were all seated. We’ll all go to the next safe house on Eastland,” I told the team.
They nodded and exchanged looks with each other.
“Did you stop by the club to see Banner?” Deuce asked Skate and Big Tom in a whisper, trying to ensure Kim didn’t hear.
Big Tom shook his head. “Didn’t need to. They moved him to the clubhouse. He’s staying in my room.”
“Good,” I said, then it occurred to me. “Wait a second…Shit. He was there when they stormed the clubhouse?” Skate nodded. I rested my elbows on my knees and dropped my head in my hands. “Fuck. He could have been finished.”
“He wasn’t,” Skate added.
“Anyway, how’s he doing?”
I didn’t want Kim worrying about her father any more than she already was, even if she probably believed his getting shot was all his fault. Telling her he had been shot last night was probably the wrong thing to do, but she needed to hear it to understand the seriousness of what was happening, and she would have found out eventually anyway.
Neither Big Tom nor Skate got the chance to answer my question, because the roar of a steady round of gunshots suddenly filled the air. We all hit the floor as plaster rained down from the ceiling and large buckshot holes pierced the walls, and from somewhere nearby Kim screamed out.
I snapped my head to look down the hall. Kim was just a few feet away, huddled on the floor with her bag.
“Keep your head down!” I yelled at her, just as another hail of bullets hit the house.
We were not prepared for this. Not so soon. My men un-holstered their weapons. They scrambled to return fire if necessary from behind the sofa or in the hallway.
“Damn it!” Deuce cursed, glancing at me. “How’d they find us?”
I shook my head. They probably had a tail follow Skate and Big Tom, but there was no time to worry over the possibilities. We had to move, and fast.
