Road from Ruin

Chapter Twenty Six

DELTA

I gasp awake.

I heard a loud bang I know it wasn't a dream.
Standing slowly from the bed I look down with sleep filled eyes to realize that I'm still in the clothes I wore to work. I can see the moon through the bedroom window so I must have been asleep for a while.

Someone is in the apartment. I can hear them loudly opening and closing drawers.

Which means it isn't Red.

I run quietly to his side of the bed and grab his gun from the bed side table. I have no clue how to shoot this thing but I'm sure my fight or flight will figure it out. Sneaking around I make my way to the slightly ajar door, attempting to see in the dark through the slit. Pulling the door open gently I peek my head around and see a small figure in the dark kitchen. Quickly debating between hiding and confronting the intruder my body reacts first and switches on the living room light as I raise the gun in the air.

"Get the fuck out!" I scream while my eyes adjust to the bright light.

Only to see mama standing in the kitchen with her hands in the air.

"Hey! Don't you dare point that gun at me baby." She says with panic in her voice. It doesn't take long for me to realize that the panic isn't from me pointing a gun at her head. It's something else.

"What the fuck are you doing here mama? You scare the shit out of me."

I lower the gun and put it on the tv table before walking slowly towards her.

"Delta.... the club. They've been attacked. I was in the bathroom when I heard gunshots. Daddy and I were just having a beer but the boys had an emergency meeting. I was taking a piss and I hear everything go to hell so I crawled out the window. I thought you'd be at the shelter still so I came here to get whatever guns and ammo Red had, just in case they came here....was gunna wait for you... make sure you were safe..." she struggles through the rest of her words, tears forming in her eyes.

Running to her as fast as I can, I scoop her up in my arms. Attempting to comfort her as much as possible.

"Daddy always said, if shit goes down I get out. I had to swear on my life. But delta when I heard those gunshots all I wanted to do was run straight through the firing line to make sure my baby was safe. But I ran because he'd kill me if I didn't. What if he isn't okay?" She sobs out.

An attack. On the club. Where Red is. He's there.

"We have to go mama. We have to make sure they're okay!"

"Not a fucking chance babe. Red would kill you just as quick. They'll be okay they can handle this. Probably just some loser looking for cash or easy drugs. They've got this." She explains in a new found soothing voice.

"They'll be okay."

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RED

Drywall rains down over my head. There is smoke everywhere, screams flooding my ears, darkness and pain floods my body but I stay upright against the wall. Making eye contact with Decker I push off the wall and give him a nod. I have no clue what's happened but it's not fucking good. First we were in a quick meeting getting ready for the California guys to arrive tonight, then gunfire. We know who the fuck it is but no clue the damage. Club girls where all over the bar, almost the entire club was in the back room, and now we have almost no visual on the place.

Moving slowly forward with one hand on my invited shoulder and the other on my glock I go into the bar. I instantly lock eyes with a man tormenting a young blond. It's Sheila. I put two bullets easily between his eyes and rush to catch her.

"Shh shh shh you're okay. Crawl to the back, go into the storage room and lock the door. Grab whatever girls you can, we got this." I say in the lowest voice possible. With tears in her eyes she nods her head and starts to crawl. I watch for a moment as she collects four other teary eyed women on her way out. I stand and start to survey the area. The place is fuckin trashed but our shoot out earlier almost cleared them all out.

Walking around I see six men in skull jackets dead on the floor. Looking up I spot Decker doing the same thing. With a quick signal to him we retreat back to the clubhouse after ensuring the coast is clear.

"Jesus fucking Christ what an ambush." Some prospect grunts out.

My brothers are all over the place covered in blood and dust.

"Fucking skellys. Had no clue they were coming. Cali boys are still set to arrive in the next three hours and these fucks try to take us all out." Pres announces to the room. The club nods and continues assessing the damage.

"Six dead out front. Anymore?" Decker asks.

"Three out front and two prospects caught two out back. You boys all did good today. Real fuckin good." Pres finishes nodding to the youngest men in the room.

"So they sent eleven men to try to kill almost thirty of us. What fucking idiots." Decker shouts while walking towards me. Without saying a word to me he reaches over and rips off the sleeve of my shirt. Showing off the massive gunshot wound in my left bicep.

"Mother fucker." Decker sighs.

"Doesn't fuckin matter right now yeah? First attack on our club in years, in the middle of a god damn drug war. Some shit is more important."

"Yeah well first I'm not cleaning all your blood of the floor after you bleed out, and second Delta would straight up murder me if she found out I let you die from a cut in the arm. Get the fuck out of here and call doc to give you some stitches. Then when he's done with you send him here, some other guys need so tending to." Decker says with a slap to my raw fucking wound.

I grab my cut off the ground, slip it carefully over my shoulders and survey the room.

"I'll get stitches from doc but he's comin' here first. All these guys need more help then me. I'll wrap it up and home and get him to come up when he's done." I say grabbing my bike keys and heading towards the door.

"And once you make sure all the prospects are alive and well, get them to clean this shit up. Fuckin mess out here. And call the cleaner, need these bodies handled, yeah?" I shout.

"Just get your fuckin ass home and get stitched up, someone shouts back at me.

With one arm tucked around my body and one hand on my handle bars I pull out of the bar and head towards home.