threw on his helmet, straddled his bike, and looked over at Axe, who was next to him. “Everything’s set?”
“Ready to roll out, Pres,” Axe shouted above the purring growl of their engines.
Tate added, “I can’t wait to see if we can make some panthers dance.”
Shaking his head, Silas gave the signal. “Let’s ride.”
Almost two dozen angry bikers headed out onto the highway with the early evening sun at their backs. Silas relished the warmth that pressed through his leathers, an unspoken reminder they were taking the heat right back to the panthers’ doorsteps.
A few miles down the road, Silas waved his hand in the air, signaling for his men to make a hard right. They rolled off the highway to a gravel side road, headed into a narrow dried-out gorge where the red rock mountain ranges divided the northwest Arizona desert. They were minutes away from prime panther territory, but their rivals wouldn’t expect them to come from this direction. He made them all stop to do a final weapons check and came out of it with a smile—nothing a little arsenal couldn’t fix. He trusted his boys to be armed to the teeth, and that was on top of the God-given weaponry they naturally had after shifting into beast mode.
“Move out,” he called when they were set to go again.
They reached the last half of the gravel road leading to large ranch house about a half a mile from the panther’s clubhouse. Silas motioned again and they all parked. Getting off their respective rides, they found their weapons of choice and readied themselves. Although this was to be a surprise attack, Silas mentally braced himself. His gaze flicked across the uneven terrain. Everything seemed in place. Except why was it that the panthers didn’t have men stationed everywhere after attacking Silas’s clubhouse last night? He put it out of his mind and explained it away with the thought that they probably wouldn’t have expected immediate retaliation.
It was time, so Silas started giving orders. The four executives would head in first, and their seventeen reinforcements would be waiting to close in on the place once they drew out the panthers. He wrapped it up with, “Remember. No lethal force. No women or kids. No humans. Patch-wearing men, the officers we know, and if we can get to him, the fucking panther pres. Let’s show them we can hit them hard without going below the belt.”
The men all nodded.
16
Silas
T he long row of connected adobe houses that made up the panthers’ headquarters had fresh coats of paint on it. Chickens were clucking and roaming around, and there were more than a couple dozen panther MC bikes parked out front. All was well in their fucking neighborhood. Or, it was for now, until he and his boys got to the door and started cracking skulls.
“Looks like the lazy asses are all still taking a fucking siesta.” Tate unsheathed two machetes and licked the back of one of the blades. “Time to put these new beauties to work.”
“You’re way too excited about those, man. Do you get off with them too?” Cole rumbled with laughter as he double-checked the safety on his Glock and handed Silas a sawed off he’d been hiding at his lower back.
“Alright, enough dicking around, everyone got the plan?”
“We’re square.” Axe pulled his rifle out of the custom holster he’d had built onto his bike seat specifically for that purpose. “Time to shoot first and ask questions later.”
Silas waved to get Tate’s attention. “Put one of those knives away and get out your IR gear. This place could be rigged.”
Tate reached into the satchel slung over his shoulder and pulled out a set of military-issue thermal imaging binoculars. “Got it.”
Buffered by the Beartooth Brotherhood inner circle with Tate in the lead, Silas got an overwhelming hit of adrenaline. He shuddered under the weight of his beast. Not wanting to give away the possible advantage, they moved in. Tate circled around the central adobe
“Ready to roll out, Pres,” Axe shouted above the purring growl of their engines.
Tate added, “I can’t wait to see if we can make some panthers dance.”
Shaking his head, Silas gave the signal. “Let’s ride.”
Almost two dozen angry bikers headed out onto the highway with the early evening sun at their backs. Silas relished the warmth that pressed through his leathers, an unspoken reminder they were taking the heat right back to the panthers’ doorsteps.
A few miles down the road, Silas waved his hand in the air, signaling for his men to make a hard right. They rolled off the highway to a gravel side road, headed into a narrow dried-out gorge where the red rock mountain ranges divided the northwest Arizona desert. They were minutes away from prime panther territory, but their rivals wouldn’t expect them to come from this direction. He made them all stop to do a final weapons check and came out of it with a smile—nothing a little arsenal couldn’t fix. He trusted his boys to be armed to the teeth, and that was on top of the God-given weaponry they naturally had after shifting into beast mode.
“Move out,” he called when they were set to go again.
They reached the last half of the gravel road leading to large ranch house about a half a mile from the panther’s clubhouse. Silas motioned again and they all parked. Getting off their respective rides, they found their weapons of choice and readied themselves. Although this was to be a surprise attack, Silas mentally braced himself. His gaze flicked across the uneven terrain. Everything seemed in place. Except why was it that the panthers didn’t have men stationed everywhere after attacking Silas’s clubhouse last night? He put it out of his mind and explained it away with the thought that they probably wouldn’t have expected immediate retaliation.
It was time, so Silas started giving orders. The four executives would head in first, and their seventeen reinforcements would be waiting to close in on the place once they drew out the panthers. He wrapped it up with, “Remember. No lethal force. No women or kids. No humans. Patch-wearing men, the officers we know, and if we can get to him, the fucking panther pres. Let’s show them we can hit them hard without going below the belt.”
The men all nodded.
16
Silas
T he long row of connected adobe houses that made up the panthers’ headquarters had fresh coats of paint on it. Chickens were clucking and roaming around, and there were more than a couple dozen panther MC bikes parked out front. All was well in their fucking neighborhood. Or, it was for now, until he and his boys got to the door and started cracking skulls.
“Looks like the lazy asses are all still taking a fucking siesta.” Tate unsheathed two machetes and licked the back of one of the blades. “Time to put these new beauties to work.”
“You’re way too excited about those, man. Do you get off with them too?” Cole rumbled with laughter as he double-checked the safety on his Glock and handed Silas a sawed off he’d been hiding at his lower back.
“Alright, enough dicking around, everyone got the plan?”
“We’re square.” Axe pulled his rifle out of the custom holster he’d had built onto his bike seat specifically for that purpose. “Time to shoot first and ask questions later.”
Silas waved to get Tate’s attention. “Put one of those knives away and get out your IR gear. This place could be rigged.”
Tate reached into the satchel slung over his shoulder and pulled out a set of military-issue thermal imaging binoculars. “Got it.”
Buffered by the Beartooth Brotherhood inner circle with Tate in the lead, Silas got an overwhelming hit of adrenaline. He shuddered under the weight of his beast. Not wanting to give away the possible advantage, they moved in. Tate circled around the central adobe
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