to throw fist after fist at the fucker. I’m going to beat him down before ending his life. He’s not going to get the torture we typically give fuckers like him. I don’t have time for this and we’re gonna need to put plans in place to protect our women and find out where the hell Neil is. If he’s out, shit’s about to hit the fan.
Stepping back, I let Stryker get in his shots while I calm my racing heart and breathing down. I worked over Torres for several minutes and don’t hold the fuck back. He doesn’t deserve it. Now Stryker will get his shots in before any of the other guys. And I have a feeling the rest of the guys will want to get their shots in too. Then we’ll put a bullet in his brain and call it good. He already gave us more information than we anticipated.
As I stand back against the wall, my phone goes off. Normally I wouldn’t answer it while we’re down in the basement, however with Gwen not doing so great right now, there’s no way in hell I’m not answering it. Instead of a call, it’s an alert from our home. Someone is trying to break in. Not happening today. Looking at Slim and the guys, I show them my phone. Stryker pulls his gun, looks at me, and I nod my head at him. Within seconds, Torres is dead. The Prospects will take care of everything else here while we find out what’s going on at my place.
Racing out to my bike, I straddle it and make my way to the house. The rest of the guys follow me as thoughts of getting there fill my head. That’s the only concern I have right now because Gwen is safe at the clubhouse with Prospects and one or two full patch members there. No one will get to her before I’m back in bed with her.
The ride to my house feels like hours are passing us by when the reality is its only minutes as I keep my throttle wide open and don’t give a fuck about what happens to me. I want to rid the world of these assholes and make sure Gwen and our children are safe moving forward.
Finally, I’m at the house and barely take the few seconds it takes to put the kickstand down before racing around my home. There’s no way whoever is here didn’t hear ten bikes roaring up the road and stopping at my house. Instead of heading inside the house, I race around back where it showed the breach. All the guys have access to my home, just like I do to theirs. Someone will make their way inside while I look around back.
Rounding the corner of my house by the room I have my office in, I pull my gun and have it ready. Looking at the window for the office, I want to stop and laugh. There’s a pair of legs kicking as a man tries to get back out of the window. He’ll have a hell of a surprise once he hits the ground. Especially with Stryker coming around the opposite corner of the house. His gun is pulled out and in front of him as we stand still and wait to see what this man is gonna do.
“Who the fuck are you?” I yell out when he finally drops down from the window.
“Lloyd,” he responds, pissing himself without either one of us advancing on him.
“You’re that much of a pussy?” I ask as Stryker, who hasn’t been noticed yet, continues to stalk up behind him. “Why are you here?”
“I’m here for the bitch,” he says, not knowing exactly how much trouble he’s in right now.
“These fuckers aren’t too bright, are they?” Stryker finally speaks up.
Lloyd jumps and turns quicker than I thought possible so he’s facing the house in between Stryker and myself. At the same time, Playboy leans his head out the window, his own gun in his hand. Everything I see is in my peripheral vision.
“Who sent you here for my woman?” I ask him, not once taking my eyes off him.
“Neil did. Said she’s his and always has been. He wants her back for the rest of the plan to be put in motion. Plus, he said she’s gotta pay for fucking up,” Lloyd informs us. “More men are coming for her. You won’t even know. There’s at least two more I know about.