That was when it clicked. The club was in crisis right now. We were weak, and someone had done this on purpose.
I spun around and rushed for the nurses’ station. I had blood sprayed all over me, and worse? It was my family’s blood, and the pure red panic I felt knowing that had me dialling a number I swore I would never call.
“And what do you say if Dad or the club is hurt, little one?” Dad said to me, and I rolled my eyes as I tried to kick the football back to him. He caught my weak kick and held the ball till I answered.
“Remember our calls are always listened to,” Dad added.
I crossed my arms, annoyed he was holding up my game. “Death is dying.”
I blinked, coming back to the moment. I knew he had left. I knew he was on the road.
Pick up. Please, God, pick up.
“Holly?”
“Death is dying,” I said into the phone as I gripped the nurses’ counter. Images of my brother and Dad playing on repeat in my head, I knew my life was entwined with theirs. If they stopped breathing, so would I. Same with my mum and my sisters. My eyes clenched shut. Please don’t make Ollie grow up not remembering the men that shaped us. How the hell would Mum survive without Dad? The simple answer was she wouldn’t. We wouldn’t.
“We’re at the border. I’m coming.” Creed’s words rang in my ears, and I slowly leaned against the wall, sinking to the ground and hanging up.
Then my eyes widened. Where the hell were my sisters and mother? Dad would have been at the clubhouse. They attacked the clubhouse.
My heart began racing for a new reason. I stood up, grabbed my car keys, and I ran out of the emergency department because Kobra’s words were loud in my head. Mum and my sisters, their safety and survival were linked to our own. If the boys lived, and the women weren’t breathing, it would kill the boys. Dad and Mum, they weren’t meant to be apart. Dad wouldn’t survive without her, and she wouldn’t survive without him.
So knowing that, and not having any other power, I pulled the gun out of my glove box, and all those lessons with Kobra and Dad, drilling into me the importance of a clear shot, flashed through my mind.
I’d die for my family.
But I’d also kill for them.
I was pulling onto the street when I saw the van at the end of our driveway.
Suddenly, I felt my brain, my posture, every blood vessel in my body change. I wasn’t any girl. I was the daughter of Hades Kincaid, I was the sister of Kobra Kincaid, and I was a blood family member of Satan’s Bastard. We weren’t scared of fear; we created fear. I pulled the car up abruptly behind the van. I grabbed the gun from the passenger seat and the shotgun, which had its own long holder on the floor of the back seat.
After all, this wasn’t just anyone’s car; it was Creed Winston’s, a biker that believed in a backup plan.
I tucked the gun into the waistband of my jeans. I raised the shotgun, and I wasn’t about to say that I was the best person to protect my sisters and mother, but I was their blood, and no one protected family like blood.
The van was empty, but I heard Ollie screaming, followed by a bloodcurdling scream from my mother.
Looking up at the end of the driveway, I saw a man with Ollie, coming down this way, and another man pointing a gun at my mother’s head.
I knew the masked man was about to kill my mother. I lowered the shotgun and grabbed the gun from my waist.
I didn’t think of breathing. I just shot.
The masked man with the gun dropped to the ground before he was able to end my mother’s life. The man holding Ollie turned around quickly. I was taught the importance of speed when attacking, so I sprayed bullets at the man’s feet before picking the shotgun back up.
Ollie was still screaming, and I wasn’t confident I could shoot him without hurting Ollie, so I ran at him. Just as he pulled his gun, I tackled him and Ollie to the ground. When we all hit the ground, I pushed Ollie out of his arm and onto the grass while his hand grabbed me.
One second he was on top of me, and the next, I was on top of him.
The gun was out of reach, so his hands went to my throat.
Suddenly, I felt like Kobra was beside me. “Now, remember, when anyone is trying to strangle you, they cut off your oxygen. The first reaction of the body is to panic. That’s what you control. The panic makes you pass out quicker. Are you listening, Holly?” It felt like Kobra was standing right next to me.
I pinched my eyes shut, remembering, and tried to control my panic. Just like I was taught. All the times we had play-fought now flashed through my mind.
“Go for their eyes; don’t strangle them back. You don’t have a grip that could end a man’s life, but you have the fingernails of a cat. Clawing their eyes causes instant pain, and will cause their grip to loosen. That’s when you get the upper hand again.”
Kobra’s words were in my head, and as he said it, my thumbs went to the holes in the mask, and I dug my nails into the masked man’s eyes.
“That’s it, Holly. Now take the upper hand.” I could feel Kobra whispering in my ear, and the man’s grip on my neck loosened as he screamed in pain. With my hand, his blood running down my thumb, I grabbed his gun. I didn’t think about it. I just shot him, point-blank in the face.
My oxygen was dragging in. My eyes were pinched shut as I wiped the blood away from my eyes, and I heard Ollie’s screaming, which told me she okay. Slowly, but with as much strength as I had, I drag my body over to Mum.
She was coughing, struggling to breathe herself from the man’s grip that had been on her throat.
But she was okay.
I pulled myself off the ground as another hit of adrenaline pulsed through my body, and then I saw Ollie holding her arm, screaming. Fuck, had I hurt her?
I went to her side and examined the arm as she continued to scream. It was broken.
“Mum, get up. We’ve got to go to the hospital. Ollie’s arm is broken.”
I spoke the words, but they were raspy and scratchy. I scooped up Ollie, and Mum stood.
“Go. You take her.” Mum picked up the gun, handing it back to me. “I’ve got to handle this.” I knew she was referring to the bodies. At least, that was what I believed.
“Mum, Dad and Kobra—”
“They’re not dead.” She cut me off, her eyes locked on mine. “I’d feel it. Now take Ollie.” She gave me a push.
Ollie’s bloodcurdling screams had me moving, and while I told her everything would be okay, a larger part of me knew that I was telling her lies.
When I arrived at the clubhouse, bullet holes decorated every wall, doors were smashed, and bikes were on their sides, used as shields. I’d never seen a clubhouse this gutted.
“What the fuck happened?” said Viper, my VP. He was meant to have been patched at the chapter today to the position of president.
My eyes took in a sight I had never seen before. The whole clubhouse was empty, and half the club bikes were missing. But there were two bikes of importance missing. Hades and Kobra.
“It started here,” I said, taking in the shattered war zone. “But it didn’t end here.” I knew the boys. They’d been ambushed, but it was clear that the Mother Chapter being what it was had stood its ground. Then, when the enemies were retreating, the boys followed them. Mounting my bike, I moved it around the fallen bikes and took off, my men following.
Hades’s blood rage would have just taken after them, wanting to end them. That was when I saw it up around the bend—the parked sedans. It had been a trap.
Whoever had attacked the Mother Chapter knew they had to get them away from the club. So they got the boys to take off after them, leaving the safety of the club’s guns and endless weapons. To this. A fucking roadblock, which was now swamped with police and media.
The roar of my fifty men behind me made all the cops look up, and seeing a road filled with bikers in front of them, the police naturally reacted.
They were on guard because they were currently surrounded by bodi
es covered with white sheets. The few bikers that had survived were on the sidewalks and handcuffed. While my boys were waiting on my call, Viper pulled up beside me.
“Secure the clubhouse,” I shouted over my bike while watching the police.
Viper nodded his head but then jerked it in the direction of two bikes on the ground—Hades’s and Kobra’s bikes.
The club was in fucking trouble. I lifted my head, acknowledging it, and Viper led the bikes around, heading back to the clubhouse.
I took off in the direction of the only place Holly and her family could have been if they were alive—the hospital.
I was tearing up the main street when I saw the Chevy driving on the other side of the road. My head followed it, taking my eyes completely off the road. I saw Holly looking at me, as well, as she slowed down. The island in the middle, dividing the four lanes, forced me to ride up to the next break, turn the bike around, and then cut cars off. I took off up the road, chasing her. I saw her pull over, and I parked the bike behind her, getting off just as she opened the door.
Her clothes were sprayed in blood. Even her blonde hair was tinted crimson.
“You okay?” I asked, hearing my own panic levels in my tone. My gaze ran over her. “Hades, Kobra, what the fuck happened?”
“They’re in surgery, no word yet.” Holly ran a hand through her hair, and tears welled in her eyes. “I broke Ollie’s arm, she’s…” Her eyes went to the passenger seat before looking back at me. “I don’t know where to go.” She was breaking, and this time, her brother and father weren’t there to help her.
I cupped her face. “I’m here,” I said, and I looked in the car, seeing the cast on little Ollie’s arm. I then walked back to my bike, took the key out of the straddle bag, and walked to Holly.
“What are you doing?” Holly asked as I left my bike.
“Taking you home, Holly, to the clubhouse.” I gestured with my head for her to get into the car. “Don’t care about the bike,” I said before she even questioned me on it.
Hades and Kobra, the heart of the brotherhood, were fighting for survival. They couldn’t protect the brotherhood or their family right now. But I could.
Holly got into the car and pulled Ollie, who was asleep as a result of what I assumed was pain killers, into her arms.
Gripping the steering wheel, I knew now everything Wrench had taught me before he stepped down and every phone lecture I had gotten from Hades over the last two years would be what I depended on to get the Mother Chapter to survive this.
I knew what I had to do. Protect the family—the brotherhood. Never wanted to be the Mother Chapter president. Patching up as vice president scared the shit out of me. But the laws laid down by Hades was that if this were to happen, the North got the power, and I was the president. Thus, the responsibility on getting the club through this, keeping Hades’s family safe, all fell to me.
Everyone knew the Mother Chapter was the heart, and all other clubs came off it. Whoever had done this had attacked the Mother Chapter, planning to wipe out the heart of the club.
I was now acting Mother Chapter president.
They had called a war and won the first fight, but the war was far from over. If they thought they could wipe us out without us fighting back like a dying wild animal, they were wrong.
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Creed’s Honor : Book 1
Kobra’s Opal : Book 1.5
Creed’s Vengeance : Book 2
Slater’s Betrayal : Book 2.5
Creed’s Legacy : Book 3
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Contents
Introduction
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
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