Shootout
Dashawn
Three prospects and I parked close to the motel while we waited for Demon and Crush to
arrive with a vehicle. They stayed behind to get more intel for us. The people these girls ran from with two little kids weren’t nice. We were keeping an eye on the place just in case.
I was chowing down on a breakfast sandwich when I saw a gray paneled van show up. Three
white guys, two Hispanic guys, and an Asian guy jumped out.
“Sh’t, how much you want to bet these are the f*ckers that took the women and kids in the
first place,” I said to Bug, one of our prospects. He was called that because he could hide a
listening bug in the most random places, and they can never be found.
“Not taking any bet, that would be stupid because it’s clear that those are the guys.”
We watched them kick in the bottom doors of the motel. Our rescues were on the third floor,
so we had time.
I pulled out my phone and dialed Demon.
“Where in the f*ck are you guys? We have six soon to be dead bodies, searching for the
rescues.”
“We’re five minutes out.” Then he hung up.
“Let’s go, they’ll be here soon. Vinny, pop two of the tires, Bug, Marco, you’re with me.”
We snuck up behind one of the guys that was standing by the van. I got up behind him, took
out my hunter’s knife, smacked my hand on his mouth and sliced his throat all in one smooth motion. I dragged him silently away. We snuck up on two and took them out with our knives. We had silencers on our guns, but it was preferred to use our knives until we couldn’t. I looked out of the room we just took out the Asian guy in, and one of the white guys spotted us. A shot rang out and missed my head by inches, the door frame taking the hit. I crouched and ran out, Bug and Marco lying down cover fire. I heard the pop of a silencer behind me and saw Vinny shooting by the van. He hit the white guy, leaving the two Hispanic guys. Three doors opened up on the top floor. An older couple, a single female and the rescues all came out.
“Get in your f*cking rooms,” I yelled out. Sh*t the police were going to get called.
I heard three doors slam. Our quieter pops mixed with the loud booms of the traffickers‘ guns
were all that could be heard after that. When were these guys going to run out of ammo?
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Suddenly, a white SUV roared into the parking area for some much–needed cover. I ran behind the vehicle before it came to a sudden screeching stop. Demon opened his door and jumped
out of the passenger seat. He laid down fire, hitting one of the Hispanic guys. I saw him go
down, but I don’t think it was a kill shot, but I couldn’t be sure. I ran around a rectangular brick
planter. The last guy was busy shooting towards the SUV, but he was a horrible shot. He
missed the vehicle before he had to reload. I launched myself in the air and tackled him. As
we rolled, I took my knife from my boot sheath and slammed it into his neck. I twisted my
hand and took it out. Blood spurted out, spilling on the ground. He brought up his hand to
stop the flow but it was no use. I got him in the jugular.
“Die you sick f*ck.” I spit out. I watched his eyes as the light slowly dimmed until there was
nothing.
I grunted with satisfaction as I stood. I looked over at Demon and smiled as he ran up, a shot
rang out, it hit him right in the chest. Both of our eyes widened, and we looked at the hole in
his white t–shirt. He dropped to his knees, I turned and saw the guy he shot. I pulled my gun
and unloaded the rest of my mag out into him. I holstered my weapon and jumped to Demon.
He had fallen back. I looked at his chest, grabbed his shirt and ripped it open. The breath
came out of me.
“Thank f*ck! You f*cking a*shole. Why did you drop like that?”
“Sh*t hurts, I think I have a broken rib,” he wheezed out.
I took off his bullet–proof vest and checked his chest and ribs.
“No f*cker, you’re just going to have one h*ll of a bruise. Your f*cking massive muscles
probably saved you from anything broken. You have no idea how happy I am that you wore
your vest. I don’t ever want to face your father and tell him you got yourself killed.”
“Yeah, he’d find some way to resurrect me just to kill me all over again.”
We were all taught to wear our bullet–proof vests when we go on any mission or rescue, because you never know how it’ll go. Case in point, shootout at the no–tell motel.
“Girls and the kids are on the top floor, three doors down. Older couple and a single female in
rooms next to them,” I said.
I helped him up. I was surprised there were no sirens yet.
Demon, Crush and I climbed the stairs while the prospects cleaned up the bodies and bullet
casings. Vinny took a wad of cash and gave it to the guy in the office.
“Hey!” Vinny yelled up to us.
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“Guy said don’t worry about the police. They’re so far out, they never get disturbed here. This place is literally off their radar.”
“Excellent,” I said.
“We’ll have to let Ice know this. We could use it for meet and greets, or maybe buy it and make
it a pit stop for the club and for runaways,” Crush said.
“Good Idea,” I said.
We knocked on the older couple and gave them some money. We told them their stay was on
us and gave them a little extra. Demon knocked on the single girl’s door.
“Yeah?” she said, as she cracked the door.
“Got some cash for you, for your inconvenience with all the noise.”
She opened the door wider and looked at our cuts. She eyed Demon up and down. Crush and
I both sighed, we knew that look. The dude was a chick magnet, but he never showed interest.
He was in love with Tally. But for some reason he didn’t want anyone to know it. We all knew
it, we’ve watched him pine after her since she was sixteen. I would have killed him if he had
gone after her then, but now, I just want to put them in a f*cking room and lock it so they can figure it out.
“Why don’t you guys take me with you? I can work. I know all about MCs.”
“You want to be a club wh*re?” I asked.
“No! But I can cook and clean. I can also work on bikes and cars. I’m really good with
engines.”
We stared at her. She was probably about twenty–five, maybe twenty–six. She had a body on
her that would make any man sit up and beg that wasn’t already in love with another woman.
Her br*asts were high, and more than a handful. She had long tanned legs, big blue eyes, a
full mouth and bleached blonde hair. She looked like California Barbie.
“Which is better, a four cylinder or a three cylinder motorcycle?” Crush asked.
“Four, the power delivery is smoother because of the four stage fuel combustion process.”
All of our eyebrows rose, she knew her sh*t.
“Get your stuff, climb into the third row of the white SUV,” Demon said.
She vanished after snatching the wad of cash out of Demons hands. Crush and I laughed at
his shocked look.
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The third door we knocked on, one of the rescued women answered with a small boy at her
side.
“We’re here to take you to the Lords of Chaos compound where we will house you, and find your family or a place for you to live,” I said.
feed you,
She nodded and opened the door wider. There were more than Ice said by two. There were actually eight women and two kids that looked to be six and eight. I called Ice and told him. He said he’d have everything ready for us.
None of them had luggage. I didn’t see any food garbage.
“Have you eaten?” I asked.
All of them shook their heads.
“That’s our first stop. We need to get these kids fed.” Crush and Demon nodded.
We ushered them all out after I told them to all use the restroom. It was a tight fit in the SUV, but we got everyone in with the kids on laps.
California Barbie, asked everyone’s names. All the women, after some coaxing by her, gave
her their names. I told Crush to take note. Barbie’s name was Brittney. She started off as a chatty Kathy and I told Crush and Demon good luck, since they were the ones driving with her.
We stopped in the town over from Bixby and fed everyone at an IHOP. Then we got ready to get back on the road. I checked my phone for the time, as we waited for everyone to use the bathroom. I saw there were ten messages, five from my mom and dad in our group chat and
five from Ice, and five missed calls. I checked the text from Ice first.
Prez: Dude, your girl is f*cking feral LOL
Prez: I’m sending you a video
Prez: Seriously, watch the video!
Prez: If you don’t marry her, I’m going to.
Prez: You’re a lucky SOB
I clicked mom and dad’s chat.
M&D: She’s fine
M&D: If you try and call her, and she doesn’t answer, it’s because I gave her a sedative, she ha
a terrible headache
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M&D: Just so you know, she ran into an old friend and spent a lot of your money. I’m very
proud of her. Even if the stuff she bought was for me and your dad.
M&D: Oh she got you something too
M&D: Son, don’t freak out when you see her, it’s just a split lip. Your mom has already made a
fuss.
WHAT THE F*CK! I’ve only been gone for five hours.
I clicked on the video Ice sent. I watched surveillance from the Mall. The girls were talking, and then they all looked one way. I saw Heather walk into the frame. I bet Heather didn’t like seeing my cut on her. Then, when I saw Samantha hold up her left hand, I smiled. She must
have said something because Heather launched herself at my girl.
Holy shit, my girl handed Heather her as again! I chuckled at seeing Heather being hauled
off.
“We need to hurry up, there was an incident involving Samantha, I need to get back!” I said to
Demon and Crush.
They rushed everyone and got them in the SUV. If I wasn’t on a rescue I would have taken off
without them. Mom said she was fine, that’s all I was chanting over and over as I raced down.
the road.
