Zorro (Reapers MC #16) - Elizabeth Knox Page 0,16

yanking Octavia behind the stairwell. Ashley has her hand wrapped around Noelle’s arm and she’s clenching Fist to her chest, trying to muffle his cries. Noelle’s body shakes violently, so young she doesn’t understand what’s going on, but she’s not naïve. She knows this can’t be good.

I look to Octavia, with Neo in her left arm. His eyes are widened just like Noelle’s, god dammit. I pull my extra gun from my hip holster and hand it to Octavia. “Zane said you know how to use this, right?”

She nods. “Y-yes.”

“Good. Anyone comes near you that isn’t part of the club, you shoot them. Got it?”

“I . . .” Octavia stutters.

“She’s got it. We’ll be fine,” Ashley answers for Octavia, and Octavia nods to her sister-in-law. Meanwhile, I pull out my revolver that’s on my alternate hip. This is why I love revolvers, the only thing you have to do is pull the damn trigger.

“Where the fuck is Boomer!?” Zane’s voice echoes throughout the club like a caged lion.

“You two stay here, you don’t try to be slick and get out. The safest thing you can do is stay here,” I tell them my thoughts as they come to mind, and hand Ashley my hunting knife. It’s sharp as fuck and I know the woman won’t hesitate to cut anyone down in her way, especially when her children are here.

Turning the corner, I rush through the main part of the club and skid on the other side of the couch. Gunshots ring out in the background and I know this means we have an all-out war with the Corrupt Kings MC.

“No idea, Prez!” Dracus calls out from a few feet away.

“Looks like a few of ‘em got away,” Tex pipes up as the gunshots slowly settle down. I peer up from behind the couch with my gun ready, prepared to take anyone down who might still be lingering and see Tex is behind the window, peering through the curtains.

“God, fuck,” a gurgled voice calls out.

Frost comes into view, fully standing, so I decide to stand and make my way around the club, assessing the damage. Only, I don’t get to do that. My eyes immediately drift to four bodies on the floor, directly in front of the clubhouse door.

Frost pulls out her gun and glances back. “Zane, you should come over here. We’ve got a live one.”

Zane makes his way over to where Frost is and I follow suit. Shit, this isn’t just anyone from Boomer’s club. He left his fucking VP behind. The other three bodies must’ve been used by Boomer and the few who got away as human shields.

“Dracus, Bolt, get over here and watch Gears,” Zane orders, just as an agonizing cry comes from my left.

“Fuck, I need my medical bag. Now!” Cheyenne’s cry ripples through the club. She sounds desperate and afraid.

“Stiletto, Siren, go get that shit from Chey’s place,” Zane commands two of the prospects and they go rushing out the front door of the club. “The rest of you secure the perimeter. And tell me who’s at the fucking gate, will you? We need someone at the fucking gate, and this is exactly why!” Damn, he’s pissed.

Hammer comes up beside me and before I know it Zane is marching over to us. “I need you both to check on the women and kids.”

I nod. “You got it, Prez. Hammer, get everyone to the bunker and text me with a headcount. I’ll head around the club and buildings to find any stragglers and get them down there.”

Zane grabs my shoulder. “Octavia and Neo, have you seen—”

I wouldn’t normally interrupt my Prez, but now is one of those times where I need to. “They’re safe. She’s behind the stairwell, Ashley and the kids too,” I say the last bit and look over to Blackjack who has a panic-stricken look crossing his face. He breathes a little easier and gives me a nod of thanks.

Stiletto rushes back in with Chey’s medical bag and darts right over to her, offering a helping hand where she can.

Hammer goes off and heads behind the stairwell where I said Ashley and Octavia just were, and I watch as he leads them down to the bunker’s entrance. Thank god we have one. In situations like these it’s super important.

I head over to the Vixen’s place first, figuring they heard the gunshots and immediately went into protection mode.

Sassy and Drita are the first two I see when I walk in through the door, both