Page 47 of Havoc

“How many?” I saw the top of a guy’s head as he peeked out the doorway of one the trailers.

“It’s a whole litter.” He chuckled. “At least five.”

“Five?” I looked around at the chaos that surrounded us, then looked back at the trailer. “How many are there in there?”

“Don’t know.” He paused as more shots were fired our way. “More than five, though.”

Click click click. The shooter was empty. I grinned at Rail, and we both hopped up and fired. Our bullets tore holes through the tin trailer. We moved forward as Morgan covered us and emptied his semi-automatic into the trailer.

Rail smashed the butt of his gun in a guy’s face as we ran by. The sound was deafening. Screams and gunfire seemed to come from everywhere. Rail charged the trailer like Rambo and disappeared inside. I was hard on his heels.

Blood and bodies lay strewn about, but no one fired.

“Anticlimactic.” Rail shrugged and ran back outside.

“Jesus.” I took a quick look around the area from the doorway before I followed him.

Havoc had been unleashed upon us.

Boom!

We were tossed like toys from the blast of another explosion. I rolled on my back to see a trailer blow up into the sky.

“Fuck!” Rail called out. “That was Tristen’s!”

What the hell! These were our brothers, part of my family, and we were being ambushed by these asshole Stripe Backs.

“Grim!” Jesse called, and I hurried over. “There’s four over there.” He pointed. “Trigger and Brick are on them.” He looked over my shoulder. “Morgan just took out three more, but there’s a small pack I lost visual on after that blast.” He coughed from the smoke around us. “What the fuck are they using to blow the trailers?”

“Something strong.” I blinked the sting from my eyes. “Come on!”

We stayed low as we made our way back the way we’d come. A woman’s scream tore through the night. I ran toward it and found a Stripe Back trying to get her on his bike. I rammed the guy, and we both toppled over the bike. I rolled and jumped to my feet, ready to fight, but the guy had hit his head and was out. That was a waste. I stomped hard on his chest and felt the satisfying crunch of his ribs.

“You good?” I asked the girl, who nodded then took off running.

“That fucker took out my trailer.” I whirled at the sound of Tristen’s voice. He held a hand to his bloody head. “Should’ve seen his face when I shot his buddy in the neck.” I saw a gash on his head as he took his hand away. “Go,” he waved me off, “I still got one good eye.”

I didn’t hesitate to get back in the fight. I moved around another trailer, hoping to hell it wasn’t going to go off, and spotted a man coming up behind Trigger where he fought with two others.

I steadied my hand, squinted, and drilled two bullets into his skull just as Trigger knocked out one of the men and knifed the other almost at the same time. He looked at the man behind him then at me. He gave a quick nod.

“Grim!” Kelly shot out from somewhere and slammed into my chest. “Oh, my God, you have to get me out of here!”

Fuck!

“Get her to my trailer,” Trigger drawled.

“No, no, no!” She started to flip out, so I slammed my hand down on her mouth so as not to draw attention to us.

“Shut up!” I growled in her ear, and she nodded, her eyes wild.

“Please, Grim,” she clawed at my arm, “please don’t leave me!”

“Fuck!” I hissed and pulled her next to me.

“They had me then dumped me,” she hiccupped, “just because I don’t have long—” I pressed a hand over her mouth again to shut her up.

“Grim!” Morgan pointed in the direction of our trailers. He held up three fingers indicating three Stripe Backs were headed that way.