Page 60 of The Devil’s Escape (The Devil’s Soldiers #7)
CHAPTER FORTY-TWO
HULK
These fuckers are crazy. Especially Taz.
They come in, guns blazing. It’s been a long fucking time since we’ve seen the Dragons MC but thank fuck, they’re here. The others with them, I’ve never heard of them, but if they’re here, then I don’t give a fuck if they’re hobos off the street.
It’s pure chaos, but it gives us an edge. Thank God. The two clubs split, with a mixture of members from each joining the other. I see Shadow in the fray, face hard as he takes out soldier after soldier. I don’t see Stone, but I have to assume he’s also in amongst the fray.
“Let’s end this. Now!” Bullet screams, and it’s like a giant kick in the ass. Bowie and I instantly move, walking into the fight, taking out as many men as we can.
“What the fuck?” I hear one of the Misfits scream as we start to get closer and closer to where they’re hiding. “Who the fuck are these fuckers?”
“Oh now, that sounds like you’re not happy to see us,” one of the newcomers says with what almost sounds like sadness, even as he skillfully grabs one of the soldiers, puts a bullet in the side of his head, drops him to the ground, and keeps on going.
That’s some military shit. “I mean, I get it, but still, don’t you think you could pretend?
” Then his gun is up, and he puts a bullet directly between Ace’s eyes.
Ace falls to the ground, unseeing as Whip and Magnum curse, frantically firing and trying to get deeper into the trees close to the fence line.
“Taz, shut the fuck up,” one of the men in the team orders.
“He likes to play with his food before he kills them. It’s damn annoying,” another voice jokes, but there’s an edge of steel underneath.
“Guys, we’ve lost sight of Nikolai,” Cryos suddenly announces grimly.
“Shit,” I hiss. “Cryos, you better fucking find him.”
“I’m trying, asshole,” Cryos snaps.
“It doesn’t matter,” Whip suddenly calls. “We’re going to kill you all, and this place is going to be ours. That scary fucker promised us. You can bring in all the men you want, but it’s not going to change anything. You’re all—” His voice is cut off, and he falls to the ground.
“God, it’s just like a man to go on and on unnecessarily,” a feminine voice huffs. What the fuck? I want to look and see who she is, but I focus on taking out the soldiers still coming at me. Another shot fills the air, and out of the corner of my eye, I see Magnum also fall.
“Damn it, Xena. I had that one,” Taz whines.
“Snooze you lose,” Xena replies unrepentantly. “Now, the lot of you handle this shit.” Then I see out of the corner of my eye as she runs forward, jumping to pull herself up into one of the trees.
Again, what the ever-loving-fuck is going on?
“Karissa!” a pissed off male voice calls. “Get your ass back here.”
“Dude, you run after her, you’re dead. Leave her be. Warg will go with her. She’ll be fine,” another one of the men assures him, as a large black man follows Karissa’s lead and hops into the tree after her.
“They always get to have all the fun,” Taz huffs. He fires a few more shots, and finally, I realize that the soldiers coming at us are all lying dead on the ground, and I can get a good look at the crew that’s helped us.
There are eight of them now, with the two that just left.
Four Dragons and four Devil’s Predators.
The one, Taz, stands next to a man with a cut that calls him Razor, who is scowling and looking like he’s ready to lose his shit.
Taz grins like a kid in a candy store, even as he holds one of the large guns at the ready, and his eyes continue to sweep.
I recognize Rogue, Ink, Razor, and Snake from the Dragons, but none of the others.
Their cuts declare the last three as Jaguar, Simba, and Copper.
The three of them and Taz are not regular MC. I’d bet my patch on it.
A shiver goes down my spine as I stare into Simba’s eyes, their President. Yeah, this is a man you don’t fuck with. He’s seen far more and done far more than even I will probably be comfortable knowing.
“Thanks for saving our asses,” I say.
“You got it. Now, let’s get going to help the others. We want to end this fast,” Simba answers easily. Then he makes a signal with his hand, and the Devil’s Predators fall into formation behind him.
Fuck, yeah, this is a team for sure. It’s been a fucking long time since I’ve seen moves like that.
“You better tell your man that if my Old Lady gets hurt, I’m going to kill him myself,” Razor growls darkly at Simba.
Wait, that woman, Xena, is his Old Lady? I look at Simba sharply, but the man just reminds him, “She’s been a part of this team, and the two of them know what to do. Xena can handle herself. She’s in our patch right now, brother, so she’s not your Old Lady.”
“Like fuck she’s not,” Razor snaps, but he still follows all of us, face drawn down into a hard scowl.
I look over at Bowie, whose face is also a mask of determination, but his eyes slide to mine, and I can see the confusion clearly enough. We’ve never heard of a club allowing women to be patched members. This is some weird shit, but I guess we’ll see what happens.
We run around the side of the clubhouse and join the fray of the others, all battling the Russian soldiers and Misfits. I rush forward, slamming the butt of my gun into the side of one of the soldiers’ heads, making him fall to the ground. I fire a shot to kill him and keep on moving.
“Yahooooo!” I hear Taz scream over the fray, rushing forward to take on two soldiers hand-to-hand instead of just shooting them.
“And you all say I’m fucking crazy,” Rogue snarls as he kills a couple more men rushing toward us.
“Why do you think we call him Taz?” Jaguar calls out as he drives a knife through one of the soldiers’ throats, letting him fall to the ground to die choking on his own blood. The man doesn’t even stop, just keeps on going.
I don’t know how long the entire battle goes, but suddenly, everything stops, and we’re surrounded by nothing but bodies.
I look around, taking a quick count of my brothers.
I don’t see anyone on the ground, and a rush of relief washes over me.
Some are bleeding, others are just covered in sweat, dirt, and what I hope is not their blood.
Bullet, Sniper, and another giant of a man that boasts the name Vulture on his cut, have Arson and Whiskey on their knees, hands behind their heads. Vulture stands sentry while Bullet and Sniper back away, looking around wildly.
“Cryos, update!” Bullet barks. Then, for good measure, he delivers a swift kick to Arson’s side, making the man grunt and curl forward. Arson bares his teeth at Bullet, but Bullet ignores him.
“Still no sign of Nikolai,” Cryos replies grimly. “But I don’t see anyone on the cameras.”
“What about Silver, Cobra, and Crook?” I demand. “Where the fuck are they, Cryos?”
“I don’t know. Maybe they ran,” Cryos suggests irritably. “I can only look at shit so fast when I’m the only one in here.”
There. There’s something in his tone. Something that most might miss, but I’ve worked around him enough, I know when the fucker is lying. Something isn’t right here.
“Where the fuck is Glitch?” I hear someone bark, and I look to see Code looking around wildly. “Motherfucker, I’m going to kick her ass this time.”
Wait, Glitch is a woman? There’s another one running around here?
“She’s going to be the one kicking your ass when she hears what you’ve said,” Taz snickers. “Dude, like we told Razor, they’re not wearing your patch. They’re wearing ours. She and Karissa know what they’re doing, so that means right now she’s not your Old Lady either.”
“Fuck you, Taz,” Code snaps, and Razor nods. “Fucking find them before one of them gets hurt.”
“You know, your faith in us is so touching, caveman,” a feminine voice gripes, drawing our attention.
I stare in shock as I watch a tiny woman with dark purple hair walk out, gun tight to Nikolai’s spine.
But that’s not the only surprising thing.
Another woman with dark brownish-red hair, whom I take to be Karissa, walks down, her own gun pressed tight to Nikolai’s temple, and then Rose and Thea follow them out, guns trained on Cobra and Crow.
Behind them emerges the man who went after Karissa in the first place, his gun on the back of Silver’s head.
“What the fuck?” Sniper barks.
“Woman, your fucking ass is cooked.” Bullet seethes, stepping forward. The only thing that keeps me from losing my mind is realizing that Avery and the kids aren’t out here.
“Why doesn’t it surprise me that the women have to save the day once again?” Karissa asks mildly.
“Hey, I helped,” Warg protests.
“You want a treat?” the purple-haired woman quips. I finally see that her name is Glitch, which means she must be Code’s Old Lady. I glance at him and see that his face is stormy as he watches her.
“Excuse me, but how the hell is it fair that you offered him a treat for doing a good job?” Taz demands, affronted. “Or did you not notice all the hard work the rest of us did? That I did?”
“Jesus Christ, shut the hell up,” the Dragons’ President, Savage, barks in annoyance.
“What? It’s true.” Taz pouts.
“On your knees, big guy,” Glitch orders Nikolai when they get down to where Arson and Whiskey are positioned.
Nikolai doesn’t move, he stares straight ahead.
Tension builds, and we all move forward.
I don’t trust that motherfucker, and I know how fast he can move.
Glitch sighs, and before any of us can predict what’s about to happen, she slams her foot into the back of his knee, making him stagger, and the moment he starts to go down, she slams the gun on the back of his head, making him grunt and fall to his knees.
“Good try,” she tells him. “Don’t think I didn’t notice how you were about to try and reach for that secret gun, or try to take me down. Taz, get the gun.”