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“Fine, you take a small team with you, but Rage, be careful. I don’t relish the prospect of losing my right-hand man or telling my little girl that her man got reckless and killed himself,” Breaker pointed out.
“You don’t have to worry about a thing, Breaker. I don’t intend on dying anytime soon or leaving Cassie a widow,” Rage assured him.
Chapter Nine
“Are you sure you have to go?” Cassie asked, sounding downright frightened.
Rage sat next to her on the bed and clasped her hands. He couldn’t blame her, especially after everything she’d been through. Rage and Cassie were in his quarters in the clubhouse.
Rage wasn’t taking any chances. She was safer here. Breaker and the other bikers were here as well.
“Cassie, I’ve got to finish this,” he reminded her. “Hawk thinks he can get away with anything. The bastard needs to be taught a lesson.”
“And you have to be the one to do it?” Cassie asked.
Rage pressed a tender and possessive kiss to her mouth. “I do. Hawk thought he could take you away from me but he’ll soon learn what happens when he pisses off a member of the Death Seekers MC.”
“Promise me you’ll retreat when you realize you and your team are outnumbered?” Cassie asked.
“I will.” It was a white lie and maybe Cassie knew it as well.
Rage had no intention of stopping now. This was the best opportunity to cripple their MC rival. If he managed to take Hawk out of the picture, it would be like cutting off the head of the snake. Without their prez, it would be utter chaos in the Devil’s Kings MC.
“We won’t take long,” Rage assured her.
He felt awful leaving her but he had a job to do. Rage left the room and joined his waiting brothers in the parking lot. Rage only picked a small strike team and he trusted each biker at his back. He mounted his Harley.
“Let’s ride,” he told his MC brothers.
There were grumbles of agreement. Everyone was pissed off at what happened at the wedding. Everyone wanted to draw blood, including Rage.
An hour later, Rage could see the roadhouse where Gears agreed to meet Hawk. It sat at the edge of a dusty highway, its faded neon sign hard to miss. Thick tension filled the air as Rage signaled his men to form a tight formation.
He could see some members of the rival gang hanging about in the parking lot. Rage counted four men. Hawk was probably inside, enjoying a drink. They didn’t bother keeping a low profile.
At the sound of their rumbling motorcycles, Hawk’s men scrambled to action. It was a futile effort. Most of them seemed drunk or high already.
“Looks like they’re celebrating early,” Rage remarked. There was no room for negotiation. Hawk’s men didn’t show any mercy when they crashed Rage’s wedding, so they would return these men the same favor.
Rage pulled out his shotgun and his men did the same. They rode in and it was a wholesale slaughter. Two rival bikers managed to get on their motorcycles and grab their guns. Three more bikers poured out of the roadhouse, all of them armed. It didn’t matter how many came at them.
Rage dismounted from his Harley, shooting a biker who was stupid enough to attack him with a chain. He left the rest of the fighting to his men. Rage had one goal. He entered the roadhouse, unsurprised to find it empty. Hawk probably bought the place out for the evening for the exchange. Hawk rose unsteadily to his feet, revolver in one hand. His face twisted in anger when he spotted Rage striding up to him.
“I should’ve known Gears was a yellow-bellied coward,” Hawk said. “He couldn’t go through with betraying his club, could he?”
“Oh, he did, but we found him out. I doubt you would be hearing from him,” Rage said.
“He’s dead then.” Hawk didn’t seem surprised. “I would’ve gotten rid of a rat in my club, too.”
“You know why I’m here, Hawk. You thought you could get away with stealing what’s now mine,” Rage said.
Hawk shot at him first. Rage flipped a table over and took cover behind it. Hawk made his way behind the bar. Rage took a shot at Hawk but he missed. Bullets whizzed past splintered wood and surfaces, the sound of gunfire deafening.
“This is only to end one way, Hawk!” Rage yelled.
Neither of them could hide forever, so Rage decided to make the first move. He dashed away from the table zigzagging between toppled chairs and table. Hawk fired at him, but Rage managed to duck and roll at the right movements.
Their bullets shattered windows and Hawk finally decided to crawl off his hiding space. Rage thought Hawk was going to confront him head-on.
