Kraken (Hades Abyss MC 4) - Harley Wylde Page 0,30

an arm came around my throat and someone lifted me off my feet.

“Who has the upper hand now?” the man demanded. I couldn’t see him, didn’t know which of them had gotten the drop on me.

“You’ll never get Phoebe back,” I said.

“You honestly think that has anything to do with that bitch? She’s just a fucking whore. A place to put our dicks. There’s plenty more where she came from. Only a select few liked holding onto that one. Stupid cunt wasn’t all that special.”

“Then why?” I asked, fighting for every breath. The way his gaze cut away, I didn’t think he was being honest. Phoebe was a prize for them, even if I didn’t understand why.

“You made a fool of us. Came to us wanting to make a deal, then not only stole the Pres’s favorite whore, but killed him before slinking off like a damn coward. We can’t let that stand.”

I hung limp, giving him all my weight, and when he staggered, off-balance, I gripped my knife and slammed it back, driving the blade into him. He grunted and his grip weakened, dropping me back to my feet. I turned, recognizing their Sergeant-at-Arms. I didn’t bother retrieving my knife. Instead, I pulled my gun and shot him right between the eyes. His body fell, collapsing on the ground, and I yanked my knife free, wiping his blood off on his clothes.

I turned in time to see Leviathan take aim at Titan. Without pausing, I pointed my gun at him, pulling the trigger. He staggered, but didn’t fall, and got off two rounds. I saw the red bloom across Titan’s shirt and unloaded the rest of my clip into Leviathan. Fucker still didn’t go down. I reloaded, and kept shooting, not stopping until the blood bubbled from his mouth and he breathed his last.

When the fighting stopped, the bodies of the Sadistic Saints littered the ground. Their VP and Sergeant-at-Arms were the only officers among the deceased, and more than a dozen patched members, as well as a few Prospects. Which meant there were others elsewhere. Had they remained behind? Or was another wave coming?

I went to Titan, who’d sunk to his knees. He swayed, but remained upright. I ripped his shirt down the middle and assessed the damage.

“Pres, you took two to the chest, but it looks like they missed your heart. Need to get you flat and let Bones see what he can do.”

Titan shook his head. “Take care of the others.”

“Pres, if you fall, this club is fucked. I’ll help with the others. Hell, I’ll call in whoever I have to in order to get everyone patched up.”

“How many?” he asked.

I knew what he meant. “Saw Robert when I pulled up. Gone. Ratchet didn’t make it either. Fuckers gouged out his eyes. Everyone else is still breathing, but banged up.”

Havoc lumbered over, blood running down his arm and a gash on his forehead. “Need help?”

“Yeah. His house is right over there,” I said nodding to my right. “Let’s get him in his bed. Have a feeling he won’t be getting out of it for at least a few days, maybe longer.”

Havoc helped me get the Pres to his home and stretched out on his bed. Bones entered with his bag, and Pretty Boy stayed to assist. I went to check on the others, and see who I could get to help patch everyone. We tried not to involve the citizens of the town, but this time we didn’t have a choice. I got the attention of Brick and waved him over. He’d been beat to hell, but was at least upright.

“Need you to find some nurses or a doctor. We need more medically inclined people. Make it worth their while, and make sure they’ll keep their mouths shut. Don’t need the cops sniffing around.”

Brick nodded. “On it.”

I started grabbing bodies of the Sadistic Saints and tossed them into a pile. Getting rid of this many bodies wasn’t going to be fun, but we’d handle it. Boomer limped over. He’d torn off his shirt and tied it off around his thigh, right above a bullet wound. Looked like he had a graze on his side and another hole in his shoulder.

“You okay, VP?” I asked.

“I’ll live. The Pres?”

“Took two to the chest. Bones is in there with Pretty Boy, patching him up.”

Boomer nodded before scanning the area. “Anyone checked on the women and kids?”

“I found a few men back there. Took care of them.”

Boomer held my gaze.