Page 30 of Axton
“Are you ready, Val?” I asked.
“Ready as ever!” She laughed when one of the fuckers slid and landed on his ass before he tried to aim and fire.
“Do not, and I repeat, do not look outside.” I gave my orders to Koty and Belle. Not only did I want to keep anyone from spotting them and taking a shot, I didn’t want Belle to see what was about to happen. The men were taking shots at our tires and Val took one warning shot out the back before she ran up toward the side exit of the motorhome.
“Even if you think we have the situation handled, do not take a foot outside this motorhome.” Val instructed them. “Stay in the bedroom until we tell you it’s safe to open the door.”
The tail end slid again, but I put it in park, and we were jumping out of the motorhome before it even stopped rocking side to side. There were clouds of dust from the gravel my donuts spun up.
“Drop your weapons and put your hands up!” We screamed as we made our way around the motorhome. One was crawling toward his gun when they came into view, and I shot his hand.
“Fuck!” The man screamed.
“I said drop your weapons and put your fucking hands up!” I yelled out.
One guy was on his knees and dropped his while the other rolled around on the gravel crying in pain and he cradled his hand. The man who dropped his gun put his hands up.
“I said put your fucking hands up!” I repeated myself. I could hear motorcycles in the distance. Our backup was within minutes of arriving. The man crying put his one hand up while holding the injured one to his chest as he tried to get on his knees. I gave Val a nod while not taking my gun off the men. She slowly approached with her gun drawn on them and kicked the first gun away then walked to the second one and kicked it away as well.
“You better not fucking move while my partner pats you down.” I warned them.
Val walked behind them, then put her gun in the waist of her pants. She started by checking the first boots and pulled out a knife and threw it away from them. She made him stand and patted him down. She found two more knives and another gun in his waistband. She then pulled some zip ties from her back pocket and tied his wrists behind his back. She then made him lay down on his stomach and hog tied him with the zip ties. She moved on to the other man and did the same thing, but made him scream when she roughly pulled his shot hand behind his back to tie him up as well. She found three knives on him, but not another gun. I put my gun in my waistband and helped her drag the men over behind the building, both screaming from the pain of being pulled over gravel.
I laughed when I saw their patches on their cuts. “Satan’s Children. Seriously? You know, all of you pick the stupidest names. Satan’s Disciples, Satan’s Children. It’s so damn cliché its almost not funny.”
“Fuck you.” One man snarled.
“Who hired you?” I asked.
“Go to hell.” The other man said.
“You can either work with us and we give you quick deaths, or you can wait, and I’ll leave your fate up to the Dark Knights. Up to you.”
“We’re going to die either way, and I’d rather not give you what you want.” One said.
“How did you track us?” I asked as I walked over and grabbed the man’s shot hand and twisted it. He screamed in pain.
“A tracking device, I don’t know where they hid it.” He cried out.
“Where who hid it?” I twisted it a little more.
“I don’t know, it’s on our phones to watch. There’s a fifty-thousand-dollar bounty on the brother and he’s wanted dead or alive. The girl is worth a hundred grand, but she’s not to be harmed.” He answered.
“Do you know who the fuck I am?” I asked as I twisted his hand again.
“The fuck if I know!” The man screamed.
I leaned down. “Mike Axton, VP of Creed’s Lake MC.”
The man gasped and I loved the fear in his eyes.
“That’s right. You’ve fucked with the most badass operatives in the world. You might ask why such an elite operation is helping cult escapees, but that’s because our tentacles run deep and far. I’d like to know, who do you fear most? Me and my partner or the Dark Knights?” I let go of his hand.
“Fuck off.” The other one spit.
I walked over and drew my gun, right before I shot that nasty fat fucker in the ass. He screamed and I laughed. “Death by ass shot. That’s something to be proud of. Now, I have the mostimportant question of all. Who else knows we are traveling in that motorhome?”
“We were driving our bikes, we couldn’t exactly make a phone call or text.” The one with the hand shot said. Val checked their phones and found nothing. They didn’t have any other kind of communication devices on them.
