Patriot (Savaged Souls MC #4) - K.J. Dahlen Page 0,41

he didn’t care if anyone saw him or not.

James shook his head. Did the other man think he wouldn’t take a bullet? Or maybe he thought no one knew he was there? Either way, he was a damn fool.

James wanted the tension gone but he couldn’t just shoot Jase, even if he wanted to. He needed Jase to make the first move. He also didn’t want the bikers to shoot him. Even by mistake. From high up in his tree, he moved his scope slowly to bring Jase in close and personal. James frowned as he found Jase watching the clubhouse with interest. When he saw Jase raise his gun into firing position James grabbed his phone and quickly texted a message to Annie. It read, “Incoming. Duck and cover.”

He only prayed she was at her laptop and would see the message in time. James snapped his weapon up and studied the man in his vision.

Jase was actively searching for a target now.

James could only watch him and wait for his next move. When he’d arrived, he knew the windows were covered but shadows could still be seen moving around in two of the shuttered windows inside the clubhouse.

The first man on the roof popped his head up for just a second but Jase either didn’t see him or didn’t care. He was taking aim at one of the lower shuttered windows.

Jase dispassionately sought out a target. But it seemed he couldn’t get a bead on anyone inside the clubhouse. He sneered and slapped the tree in frustration.

James gave a slight smile but continued to watch. He could see beads of sweat gather on Jase’s forehead and had to wonder what the other man was thinking. He appeared to be growing impatient and for a man like this, his actions could become his last and final. A man like Jase didn’t have the right to grow impatient.

James couldn’t take his eyes off Jase to check on Damen. He knew enough about human nature to know who to watch and who to leave alone. He chose to glance down at the roof and saw all three men were watching the trees. He didn’t think they had a bead on the players yet, but he knew as soon as any shot was fired, one of them would make theirs.

James slowly moved his scope over to where he knew Damen was and the man was fairly easy to find.

He too, was watching Jase but his weapon wasn’t raised. He was merely watching his adversary.

James’s movements were slow and easy as he turned back to Jase. Only to find this player had moved slightly. All three men were dressed in dark woodsy camo, so as to blend in with the environment. They carried no shiny equipment and had blackened their faces, so no one would find them unless they knew what to look for. James got a feeling however, that these bikers knew what to look for.

Jase had moved to a position to fire from.

James knew this man intended to shoot someone this morning. James slowly raised his own weapon and settled in for the duration. He had done this many times and had a special fitted silencer on his rifle knowing there would be no flash when he fired. Never give away your position.

His lips turned up slightly when he saw Jase didn’t have a silencer on his weapon of choice. Apparently, the other man thought he could shoot and scoot.

Jase settled in and took aim at one of the lower windows.

James also took aim at Jase. And for the first time in a number of years, he said a short prayer. He watched through the scope.

Jase’s finger tapped the outside of the trigger shield then as his finger curled around the trigger itself. He closed one eye and peered through the scope. Even if he had lined up the exact shot he wanted, he couldn’t tell who was on the other side of the shutter covering the window. Jase would be shooting random shadows and that was never a good thing. If he missed, he risked letting everyone know he was there. If his shot was true and he hit someone he couldn’t be sure it would be the one he wanted. Apparently, he didn’t care if he hit his actual mark or not.

James shook his head at the other man’s idiocy.

A shot rang out and someone inside the clubhouse screamed.

James’s shot rang out almost as an echo to the first shot.