Butchered Beasts 1: Darren & EJ

Chapter 19

Darren POV

Thank fuck for this meeting because I was ready to rage. I was so fucking heated from learning what those two blood-sucking gold-digging, cheatin' ass bitches did to me. I am fucking pissed. I wouldn't have been able to give EJ the little window seat/book reading area she deserves. I'd seen the 'inspo-boards' she had. She had a million of them. One for each room. She even had one for the backyard and a separate one for the back patio.

Thankfully they'd only had the devices and ability to fuck with my shit for a week. But it was a week's worth of work to go back over with a fine tooth comb. Including every fucking print from every fucking active job, client calls, and messages that I had to reach out to schedule meetings with and then explain the breach. It was humiliating to have to call all of them to ask for those fucking meetings.

Walking into the fucking coffee shop where we had agreed to meet before going to the actual meeting with the Snipers, I felt like this was just not the place for meetings. We stood out like a sore thumb in the sea of hipsters with their saggy beanies, skinny tight pants, and fancy shoes and sweaters with elbow pads. We were the weird ones with our 'oh so cruel' real leather cuts, dark tattoos, and mostly black clothing with black riding boots.

Crew was with me in Hipster Hell, and we were just waiting for the other guys, Prez and Hound from the Sinners. Shortly after we sat down in a booth, much to the dismay of the hipsters sitting near us, the other guys walked in.

"Here. Put these in." They slide two boxes over to us. Opening them up, we saw the earwigs. They pointed to theirs, already in their ears. Putting them in, we checked we were all on the same frequency before rolling out. I kept my hair down so no one would notice the earwig. Not trying to die because I was fucking stupid and didn't hide that shit.

Getting to the warehouse on the outskirts of town, we got off our bikes. We moved inside and sat at a table. A few Sinners were already in there. We aren't there long when we hear motorcycles. The Snipers get off their bikes. Coming in, they look off. I wrap my knuckles twice on the table. Crew looks at them closer, knocking once and a nod. Affirmative. He noticed the weird vibe of the guys who came in. They don't...something's off. But I can't tell what. Sitting down, we all start talking.

"You got two birdies on the roof in front of the bar," a voice, I assume is Bullet, says into the earwigs. Crew looks up and slightly out the window. Then his deep as thunder fucking voice which surprises everyone who hears it says, "You're sure this is all the men you have here?" Eyeing the president and VP of the Snipers like he'd eat them for breakfast. "Because those two idiots you have on the roof in front of here, stick out like a sore thumb. They're practically waving a fuckin' flag!" He chuckles at the fuckers.

"I don't know what you're talking about. These three are the only ones we brought with us. I am determined to clean up my club. I've been trying," Guy looked annoyed, "For months!" the President of the Snipers says, in this almost whiny man-child voice. Like, he was an adult child throwing a fucking temper tantrum. It was fucking pathetic. That toddler looked at the guys with him, and they all seemed to smirk. He then turned to his VP. Dude looked like an actual fucking viper. The face and personality match.

"You...why? What the fuck?" The little toddler cried as he pulled his gun out of his waistband. He stood from his chair, pointing it down, execution style at his VP. What in the actual fuck is going on?! He shouted, "WHY?! FUCKING WHY ASSHOLE?!"

The three men that came with the President and VP, drew their guns and pointed them at the four of us. I kept my hands on top of the table, as did Crew. We each had a knife up our sleeves, but that doesn't move faster than a bullet.

A sinister cackle sounded from the man with the gun pointed at his head. This dude had to be fucking certifiable. He was laughing so hard, his face was getting a tad red and his shoulders were shaking, and he 'wiped a tear' from his eyes. He turned into the gun, grabbing the barrel of it saying, "You kill me, they kill them. They're the only ones willing to help you. And there are more of me to go around." That sinister cackle started again; his eyes wide like he was having some sort of psychotic or mental breakdown.

"Watch his hands. He's going to make him pull the trigger. Get ready to drop." Came over the earwig. We all remained perfectly still. None of us willing to move and potentially set this fucking nutjob off.

"NOW! DOWN!" We dropped from our seats and immediately got down. Staying low to avoid any fire. We heard two shots ring out followed by two thuds. I heard a thud and looked over, seeing the gun on the floor. It was then I noticed the hand that reached for it was the hand of that fucking whacko! A third body dropped to the ground, quickly followed by a fourth. The psycho-ass little bitch who tried to kill us all.

That was going to fuck with me for a minute. We'd almost fucking died. Thanks to an actual Sniper, unlike the ones we were meeting with who were only Snipers in name, not profession. What if he'd missed? What if he hadn't gotten up there in time? We got out of this by a miracle and a damn good sharpshooter.

"All clear?" Rang out in my ear snapped me out of my thoughts before I spiraled any further in the near-death experience. I took a minute and checked myself over, giving me a moment to feel and make sure it wasn't just adrenaline pumping telling me I was fine when I wasn't. I looked at Crew. He looked good. I tapped his chest. He looked at me and nodded.

"One through four, how copy, over." I looked at the other two, making sure they were good too. We were on the same team now after all. Their President looked at me and I nodded.

"All good, Bullet." He said over the radio. A heave of a sigh is heard like the man just lost a lifetime.

"Thank you, Mr. President! See you all at the clubhouse." He jested.

"Sounds good. Look forward to meeting such a talented shot." Crew's thundering voice commented.

Thank fuck we made it.

I'm not even mad anymore. I mean, I am, but it's calmed down. Now I'm ready to be strategic about this tactical takedown. I'll dismantle these two bitches and all their allies.

Fuck.

Them.