"Come on! Hurry your asses up!", Tank hollered holding up the extremely heavy, solid metal door of the club's underground sanctuary. His bulky arms bulged, and veins popped out through the skin of his tan neck.
"That's it brother. Those are all of them", Sniper announced as he jogged towards us. Tank glanced at me, with an expression frighteningly akin to pleading. But I did what I do best.
Ignoring it I stepped away from the horizontal gateway in the ground, yelling out orders at the men hard at work in the garage.
Behind me, both of the bikers sighed heavily in apparent disappointment and the metal door of the safe haven we'd escorted all our loved ones into slammed shut with a concluding thud of finality.
"Let's go, boys. Church in 5", I called out behind me walking towards the bar we'd previously acquired as our home. Every step I took felt heavy and my shoulders carried the invisible burdens I was too much of a coward to say out loud. Compared with that, the combat gear I had strapped on weighed as much as a feather.
The bar was deserted when I entered, except for the hang-arounds and the prospects. While the church was as crowded as a fish market. Everyone was present but my eyes only searched for one man. I found him on the other side of the room in a deep conversation with my brother. Brother, that felt nice to acknowledge.
"How's everything going?", I asked as I reached Diesel's side. Being the only woman in the room had it's perks like the way the room parted to make a path for me. And how everyone expected me to be dead by the end of this mission. They might not be wrong though.
"Not good. Not fucking good", Diesel muttered then turned to stand at his place at the head of the table. Next to me, Blaze unashamedly stared at me so much so that I had to concentrate on keeping my cheeks from burning up.
"Quiet the fuck down!", Diesel slammed his hand on the poor wooden table. "On your fucking seats!"
"Alright good. Who wants to go first?", he asked, and I watched multiple hands shoot up like kids in a classroom.
"Sniper, go ahead"
"All of the primary connections have been escorted underground. But we still haven't come to a decision on who will be on duty"
"I have already decided, and it will not be up for discussion. Tank and Sniper, you both have a grave duty of the protection of our families"
Tank's nostrils flare up in fury as he jumps from his seat while Sniper still seems to be in shock. "What?"
"No way, no fucking way!"
"Sit your ass down, Tank!", Diesel fumes. "You will not become any less of a man. You have the most important responsibility there could be because down there, my wife is with child. She's carrying our heir. This is not up for any more discussion. Next"
"We're stocked up on just enough ammo to barely defeat the enemy, but we can't stand a surprise attack, Prez. We don't have enough resources...", Dagger visibly gulps. Darkness draws out circles around his eyes screaming out his extreme lack of sleep.
"That's right, Prez. If we want to come up on top then we must initiate attack instead of being sitting ducks...", Don boldly declares as he stares in my direction a bit longer than necessary. He quickly looks elsewhere as Blaze openly scoots closer to me and eyes Don like a predator.
But I get the message. I get it loud and clear. It's all your fault, his gaze says it all. And I know he's the only one in this room brave enough to tell me like it is. Only one able to see past my relations and sacrifices to this club.
"- so Blaze, you will be leading a group of scouters ahead of us. This will be to discreetly sight the path ahead for the club", Diesel finishes as I'm shocked back to the present.
Cold. Coldness coursing through me. Coldness moving up my- dammit- clothed thigh. Cold fingers resting dangerously close to-
"You good, darling?"
"Blaze-", I grit out trying to squeeze his hand away "stop. My brother's right there"
"So?"
"-And Psycho looks just about ready to slowly gut you", I smile sweetly at Psycho who's glaring openly at Blaze next to me. My cheeks burn with an unfamiliar heat as I notice the tiny smirk Sniper wears, winking at me.
"Aight, aight. He's ready to murder me", Blaze mutters moving away his hand and I already miss the warmth of it. "I need to talk to you"
"I'm busy. Don't you know I'm responsible for backup?", I turn away from him.
"I really need to talk to you, Rose. Please", He pleads as Diesel stares angrily. I realize we're being very disruptive I quickly answer.
"Okay"
He turns forward, smiling in victory as Don gapes at him. Or rather, his smile. But inside all I think about is how I'll be the death of the same club I saved.
How I'm the destruction while I should've been the salvation
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Beretta (MC#1)
AçãoBeretta Rose. Assassin. Thief. And simply a bitch to others. No one knows who she is. What she looks like. Whether she is a woman or a man. They know nothing. But when she is on a mission to the Reaper's disciples territory what she doesn't expect...
