Allegiance - Chiah Wilder Page 0,81

locking it, Cougar appeared on the other side.

“He’s here,” she whispered.

She rushed behind the counter as the biker flung open the door and sauntered in.

“I’ll get your money.” She forced herself not to look at Tank. So far, Cougar hadn’t seen him.

“We’ve got time for that, sweet cheeks. We’re gonna have some fun first.” A cruel smile twisted his lips.

In her peripheral, she saw Tank, gun in hand, creep toward him as quietly as a leopard stalking its prey. Raising his arm, he swung the gun at the back of Cougar’s head. Blood spurted out, spraying minute droplets over the glass cases.

“Fuck!” Cougar cried out.

As Tank was poised to deliver another blow, Lena saw Cougar’s accomplice and two other mean-looking men rush.

“Tank!” she screamed as one of the men punched him from behind, the blow forcing him to his knees.

The man kicked the gun out of Tank’s hand, and it slid under one of the cases.

“You fuckin’ traitor!” Cougar growled, stumbling to his feet. “I had a feeling you’d be here to help your whore.”

That’s why he brought men with him. How is Tank going to fight them all? I can’t call for help because the damn sheriff’s in on this. Her mind raced a mile a minute, trying to come up with a plan to help him.

“You know what we do to traitors, asshole,” one of the men hissed as he rolled his hands into fists.

Cougar was leaning against the wall, barely able to stand up. Maybe it would be enough to keep him out of the fight.

Tank grabbed the leg of one of them and yanked hard, bringing him down, then pushed up to his feet.

“Watch his fuckin’ legs!” Cougar roared.

While Tank fended off the other two bikers, another one took out a heavy-duty chain from his pocket and swung it at Tank’s legs. When the metal snake wrapped around them, the biker yanked it back, pulling Tank’s feet out from under him.

Rolling over, Tank pushed himself up and bent down low, delivering a punch to the man’s stomach.

“Tank, behind you!” she screeched.

Cougar glared at her. “Shut the fuck up! When we get done with this turncoat, you’re gonna beg for a quick death, bitch!”

When the bastard turned his attention back to the fight, Lena dropped to her knees, searching for Tank’s gun.

“Fuck!” Tank yelled.

Jumping up, she found him on his knees again, but now blood was running along the back of his neck. The biker with the chain was down on the ground, and the other was in front of Tank with his hands around his neck. Cougar had sunk down to the floor, his head in his hands.

Lena ran back to the kitchen and grabbed a butcher knife and the heaviest rolling pin she could find. When she came back out, two of the bikers were hovering over Tank. They’re going to kill him! Without hesitation, she charged them, plunging the knife into one of the men’s back. He cried out, and before the second one could react, she mustered all her strength and clobbered him in the head with the rolling pin. Stumbling the from the blow, he fell back, blood running down the side of his face.

“Fuckin’ bitch!”

Running on pure adrenaline, she held the pin tight in her hands, ready to strike again. She shot a quick look at Tank, who threw her a crooked smile before slipping his hand into his boot and pulling out another gun. The biker she’d clobbered came toward her, glowering. Just as she raised the rolling pin, she heard the echo of a gunshot fill the room. The biker went down on one knee, shock spreading across his face.

“Get the fuck outta here, now!” Tank yelled, jerking his head toward the door.

“You’re dead!” Cougar shouted.

“We’re gonna enjoy torturing you, you fuckin’ traitor!” The biker shot in the leg spit on the floor. “You’re worse than scum, you motherfucker!”

“And Raptor’s not gonna save your pussy ass. He’s gonna be sorry he ever gave you the patch, you asshole. When Hammer hears about this, it’s your death!” Cougar thundered, spit flying from his mouth..

Tank waved the gun, aiming it at each of them. “I said to get the fuck out of here, and if you don’t, I’ll start shooting. Only this time, I’ll shoot to kill.”

Lena could see the blood streaming down his back, soaking his black T-shirt, and him gripping the edge of the counter with one hand. A huge sigh of relief escaped her lips when two of