Page 30 of Warrant (The Berserker’s Rage MC: Wyoming Chapter #1)
Warrant
“ Q uit bitching,” I told Jury with a scowl. “We’ll find the fuckers.”
“Yeah,” Demo added, “there’s only so many places they can hide in Sentinel.”
We’d gone to the second location that Forge had mentioned. No one had been in there, except maybe the farmer who owned the building, for a good long while.
“Where do we look now?” Hush asked, looking over at Cypher.
They all started discussing the next best place to check, this was our third stop of the night.
There’d been a few spots on the way to this barn that had looked like maybe they’d fit the bill for this crew.
They’d been abandoned, leaving us empty handed time and again.
I couldn’t blame Jury for being frustrated. We all wanted to find them.
A buzzing in my pocket started up and didn’t stop.
“What the fuck,” I muttered, pulling my phone out.
As soon as I opened up the app for the cameras I’d installed in Ainsley’s place, I started swearing and running.
The first thing I’d done as soon as I’d taken Owen’s phone was install this app so I could keep an eye on Ainsley.
I’d already shut off the notifications on my own phone so Owen didn’t get curious. “Move! Everyone go! Now!”
“The fuck you going?” Scythe’s bellow followed me out of the barn.
Before I even reached my bike, they were all on my heels. “The shit heads are going after the kids!”
“How do you know?” Riggs asked, horror written all over his face.
“I installed cameras at Ainsley’s. There’s at least fifteen people sneaking into her place right now.”
“You-” Cypher shook his head and started up his bike. “We’ll be talking about that later!”
That was the end of the discussion. Gravel flew as we all peeled out, heading for the main road. We had to get there in time. We fucking had to.
“Warrant!”
I didn’t stop to listen to Cypher. There wasn’t time for a plan.
Run, kill. That was the plan. Owen’s phone had been vibrating nonstop on the drive over and my anxiety was at an all-time high.
I had no idea what was happening, but considering it was still going I figured Ainsley was fighting back.
Otherwise they’d have taken all of them and left.
The phone would have gone silent. Which would have scared the fuck out of me.
For the kids. For my woman. Hell even for the dogs.
We had a lot to protect inside that house.
Where the fuck were the deputies Owen had posted? I’d checked the tracker earlier and my phone was parked at Owen’s place all night, so I knew he was at home, but he would have left someone else with Ains.
There was a squad car in front of the house. I sure as shit hoped whoever was in it wasn’t dead. “Check on them!” I snapped at Toxic and pointed at the car.
He hesitated, then nodded and ran for the car.
I knew my brothers were on my heels as I took the porch steps in one bound, lowered my shoulder and splintered the door as I rammed my way inside. The place was mostly dark, lit up only by the gunfire I’d run directly in the middle of. Didn’t fucking matter.
Movement from the kitchen caught my attention and I flung myself in that direction. The men crouched behind the wall went flying like bowling pins. I didn’t need the light to know these were the shit heads that needed to die. That they’d come after my family, again.
I took a hit to the jaw and my head jerked to the side, but that didn’t stop me. I wrapped a hand around the throat of the poor bastard I’d landed on and pointed my Glock at another shadow. My gun joined the sound of the others inside the small house as I shot the guy coming toward me.
Looking down, I grinned at the man shaking his head at me. Begging silently to spare his life. They wouldn’t have spared my woman’s. I put the barrel to his forehead and pulled the trigger. His frantic scrambling ceased.
The others had run out the other side of the kitchen. Now I had to be careful because my brothers would be mixed in with these guys. Not to mention Ainsley and the kids.
We needed light so we could identify friend and foe.
Getting to my feet, but crouching, I slapped my hand on the wall where the light switch was.
There was swearing from all over the house as the kitchen lit up like the fourth of July.
I squinted, trying to see. After being in the dark for so long my retinas were fucking burning just like everyone else’s.
A body moved near me and I swung my pistol in that direction. All the rifles had been tossed quickly into the SUV. Driving down the road with those strapped to our backs would’ve got us too much attention. The kind we didn’t need.
I took my finger off the trigger when Rotor crouched next to me. He raked a hand through his reverse Mohawk and scowled at me. “You coulda left the damn lights off.”
“Need to see who I’m shooting,” I said with a shrug. “Besides how can you see anything through that fucking hair? You look like a sheep dog.”
“Fuck off, I-”
Pyre hit the wall next to us, his back to it. “You going to sit there and bitch at each other all day?” He glared at us, then his eyes landed on me. “Your girl is behind the couch. These fuckers are spread all over the front half of the house.”
“Two down,” I replied motioning to the guys on the ground.
“Few more to go,” Rotor said with a grin. “I call dibs on the next one,” he said as he followed Pyre to the other end of the kitchen.
“You can’t fucking call dibs, asshole.”
“Sure can. Just did. No!” He elbowed Pyre out of the way and planted himself in the back doorway of the kitchen, where it led into the dining room. His gun kicked in his hand as he shot at whoever was hiding in there.
Eyeing the couch, I looked around, looking for anyone. For a smaller home there were enough spots for all the rats to hide. But I wasn’t leaving my girl there alone. Bullets sprayed around me as I sprinted across the room and slid behind the couch on one knee.
The barrel of a gun hit my nose and my eyes widened. “Hey there, Baby Girl. Happy to see me?”
“Warrant!” Ainsley gasped, pointing her gun downward.
I grabbed the top of the barrel and gently shoved it to the side. I’d rather have her pointing it at my head than accidentally risk having it hit anything below the belt. I had a nice dick. I wanted to keep it.
She wrapped one arm around me. “The kids are back in the spare bedroom.”
Squeezing her close, I saw that Torque was behind the couch too. “Go in through the first door on the right,” I told him. “Watch over the kids. Be careful, Beau’s in there with them.”
“Shit. He’s going to be all riled up,” Torque muttered. “If your mutt bites me again I’m going to hold you responsible.”
“Just go,” I snapped. Facing the back of the couch, I waited until he moved behind me and headed for the hallway before I peeked up over the couch and started shooting at anyone who tried to go after Torque.
As soon as he was safe down the hallway the shooting died down again. “I’m out,” Ainsley whispered. “You have any more mags?”
Pulling one out from the inside pocket of my cut, I handed it over to her.
I had made it a point to carry the same weapon as Owen and the Sheriffs years ago.
Good thing. She reloaded quickly and confidently.
God that was fucking sexy. I needed to take her to the range at some point.
I liked watching my woman handle deadly weapons.
“You okay?” I asked her, ducking back down behind the couch.
“Yeah. Mostly.”
I wiped the blood off her face. There was a gash right between her eyes that was bleeding. I showed her the blood.
“They sucker punched me,” she admitted. “Don’t worry I got a couple of them back.” Her grin was infectious.
“We need a diversion,” I muttered.
“Huh?”
“It’s going to take too damn long to round them up one by one. Wait here.” I stood up and moved out into the middle of the room.
“Warrant!” She reached for me, trying to pull me back behind cover.
Men stood up from behind furniture. One of the assholes was behind the drapes just a few feet away. In the dark that had been a reasonable hiding place, but now? These weren’t the smartest men.
My guys were busy shooting and tackling enemies near them that had shown themselves.
I moved toward the drapes.
“Warrant!” Ainsley hit me from behind, sending us both sprawling to the ground, but not before the guy who’d slipped out of Cynic’s grip shot at us.
Fire consumed my left arm from the shoulder down to my wrist. The fucker had shot me. Worse, he’d almost hit Ainsley when she’d dove at me to knock me out of the way. He’d probably have shot me in the heart if she hadn’t moved so quickly. She’d saved my life.
Setting her aside, I scrambled toward him and punched him in the face before he could shoot at us again. Cynic was there half a second after me and hit him at the legs. The man went backward over Cynic, landing nearly on his fucking head.
“Shit, sorry Warrant,” Cynic gasped.
He and Torque were our youngest members. I didn’t blame him for losing his grip on this piece of shit. It happened to the best of us. And as long as Ainsley and the kids were alright, that was all that mattered.
“Thanks, Sheriff,” I said, going back and helping Ains to her feet. Scythe had already rounded up the drape guy. “Why don’t you go help Torque watch over the kids?”
She eyed the remaining men, and strangely one woman, as my brothers rounded them up into the middle of the living room. “I need to arrest them all.”
I gritted my teeth. “Not this time, Ains.”
Her eyes narrowed. “I have to explain all these bodies, Warrant. I can’t do that without all of these guys.”
“We’ll handle the bodies.”
She put her hands on her hips. “It’s one thing to help you run a plate or let you search a car. It’s another completely to hide this…People heard all of this. They’re calling me right now.”