Hellbound MC - When Broken Hearts Collide

93. Reaper

It took every ounce of my willpower to drag myself from the beautiful woman sleeping peacefully next to me. Especially when I knew what the day was destined for.

These were the Church meetings I hated most. Planning a hit knowing full well there was every likelihood we'd loose a few good men in the process. If I could have it any other way I would, but truth is it's just the nature of the beast. This lifestyle ain't for the faint hearted.

After placing a few soft kisses on my woman's temple, I dragged my ass from the bed, threw my clothes on and stalking down to the Church room.

As my men filed in, the looks on their faces told me they were all as excited to be here as I was. Everyone was expected to be in attendance, whether living in the clubhouse or elsewhere. You wear our patch, you come when we call. No questions asked. No exceptions.

Only the prospects were left out. They hadn't earnt their right to be privy to such sensitive club information. They held down the fort while we were meeting, manning the clubhouse and such. It wasn't ideal, but it had worked to date.

Once all seats were filled, Tank stood and gave everyone a full run down of the situation as it stood. When he was done, there were a few low sighs and grunts as the men contemplated his words.

P was the first to speak up, surprising me considering he was fairly new to being patched in and usually wouldn't be so bold.

"Well we're gunna go over there and teach these motherfuckers a lesson are we not? Doesn't make sense to give them the chance to hit us first, put Lexi and your kid at risk."

He looked directly at me as he spoke the last part, and it annoyed me slightly how easily he used her nickname and the concern in his voice as he spoke about her. I guess it hadn't dawned on me how close they'd gotten. He basically jumped any time she needed a driver or to be accompanied somewhere I couldn't make it to.

I'd almost be worried if I hadn't seen him fucking Jessica on any flat surface of the clubhouse more times than I could count since she'd come to live with us.

"You read my fucking mind brother" I replied, standing from my seat.

"Now all we gotta do is work out a plan that keeps our body count at a minimum, and gets rid of these fuckers once and for all."

We had to move fast, which gave us no time for surveillance or any of the usual shit we'd do to prepare for a hit this big. Instead, for hours we'd gathered around the table laden with maps, images and other potentially helpful resources, throwing ideas back and forth, and formulating a rough plan.

I only paused when my phone sounded. I'd been expecting to hear from my girl earlier than this, but was relieved to know that her and Jimmy had made it to the city safely. The boy had the smarts to let me know the moment she'd recruited him as her driver for the day, although I wasn't entirely happy it was just the two of them.

All the more reason to wrap this shit up as fast as possible.

By mid afternoon we had a pretty concrete plan, and were just going over some of the minor details. I decided the men had more than earnt a break, so I called the bar phone and had them bring us in a round of beers. Just as I went to take a swig of much needed refreshment, an alarm sounded, instantly putting me on high alert.

Just as one of my men strode over to check what the hell was going on, the door burst open, revealing an out of breath, red-faced prospect I'd yet to learn the name of. He stood, panting, leaning against the door frame trying to regain his composure.

"Speak boy for fucks sakes! What the hell is going on?" I bellowed, unable to tolerate the anticipation.

"S..s...s...sir... the perimeter out backs been breached. We sent guys to check it out...your house is on fire boss."

I felt all eyes in the room on me, but I was too busy trying to comprehend what I'd just been told.

"My house?"

"Yes boss, the one your building for your family. Boss I think we're under attack..."

His words hit me like a freight train. Under attack? This wasn't part of the fucking plan!

Before I had the chance to open my mouth, my men were up and into action.

"Gunner, Pencil, Tech. Take a group of prospects and go see what the fucks going on with my house. Tank, Sniper and I will take a group and check out the breach. The rest of you spread out and scan the grounds. Anything even slightly unusual and I want to fucking know. Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes boss!" Came the unanimous response and just like that we were up and into action, adrenaline coursing through our veins. We lived and died for this shit, I was all to aware.

Suddenly I froze. Alexis. I hadn't heard from her or Jimmy in a fucking long time, and the second I realized, fear set in and heightened the severity of the situation.

I called both of their phones and got no answer, increasing my anxiety tenfold.

Bulletproof vests and weapons were distributed, and we filed out of the Church room and out into the hallway, making our way towards the front doors when all of a sudden they burst open and gunfire rang out.

Bodies scattered, diving for cover and returning fire where possible. I watched as the prospect who'd warned us of the breach took a bullet, instantly dropping him as blood began to seep across the floor.

"Motherfuckers!!" I screamed at the top of my lungs, before unloading my clip in the direction of the enemy fire.

Suddenly, fire rang out front behind us, and Tank came barreling towards me.

"Reaper, they've got us fucking surrounded. Bastards have been here for awhile, this ain't no random attack."

"Shit."

Looking around, my men were holding their own, but we were taking heavy fire, and it seemed enemy numbers were only growing.

A quick glance at a corpse on the floor told me what I already knew. They were Devils Rejects. They'd beaten us to the punch.

I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket, and I ducked inside the doorway of the bar and pulled it out, hoping with everything I had it was Alexis or Jimmy so I could warn them to stay the fuck away at all costs.

It wasn't.

I answered the call to a hushed voice on the other end.

"Boss... it's P. We made it out to the security shack and barricaded ourselves in, but we're under fire. They're everywhere boss, hundreds of the fucks. We..."

He was interrupted by a commotion in the background.

"You what? What the fucks going on P?" I all but screamed into my phone, as Tank stood covering me.

"Shit it's bad boss. They've disabled the gates. And... oh fuck... Reaper, one of ours cars has just pulled in. The only one out today was..."

"The one Alexis took. FUCK!!!" I cut him off, roaring into the phone before throwing it as hard as I could across the room.

"Tank, Jimmy and Alexis just turned up. If the punks got any brains he won't stop the car and will get her the fuck out of here but we need to get out there. NOW!" I roared at Tank, not even waiting for his reply before I took off running towards the front door, firing at anyone who dared to get in my way.

I felt a bullet graze my arm, and the feeling of blood soaking into my shirt, but I didn't skip a beat. Just keep running and firing.

There wasn't a man in this world that was going to get between me and my girl.