Oath Keepers MC: The Collection

by Sapphire Knight

  Ares signals for Cain and Exterminator to do a perimeter check. We sit still, hiding out in the tall grass and keep watch for any movement.

  After about twenty minutes of us sitting, they return, quietly filling us in.

  Cain mumbles, “Eleven inside the cabin, three sitting outside, but I think they’re wasted. We checked every window and no one else was spotted. There’s one female locked outside under a small covered structure, surrounded by a box made up of chain link fencing. There’s a shed out behind the cabin also, but it was locked up from the outside.

  “A chick?” Ares gruffly exclaims, his eyes growing angry.

  “Yup, bitch looks pretty fucked up too. She’s far enough away though we can torch or blow up the building the eleven Fists are in,” Exterminator grumbles, and when he finishes I think we all take a deep breath.

  He likes to blow shit up.

  Ares nods, “Where do you need us?”

  Cain points to the entrance, “Sharpshooter to watch the gate. There’s two on the east side, but let us take care of them and handle set up around the building. I think the less of us out there, the better chance we have of this working.”

  “You got it, brother; if you need us, we have your back.”

  Cain nods and I turn to the prospect, “Shooter, you got this?” He’s prior military like myself, hence the name and why he’s a good fit for us so far.

  “Yeah man, do I hit him if he moves at all or just to escape.”

  “As soon as that building goes up, you put a bullet in him. If he moves sooner than that, then you put a bullet in him. Either way, make sure you kill him before he can shoot at any of us.”

  “Roger,” he replies and I grit my teeth. At a time like this, I don’t need any reminders of what the military has cost me.

  Huffing, I sit on my ass and place my Glock on my lap. I should be with the brothers, helping take the pieces of shit out, not sitting here with my thumb up my ass like a fucking prospect or something.

  Ares glares at me.

  “What?” I mouth silently.

  “You’re pouting!” he whisper yells and I shake my head.

  He nods, glowering, “The fuck’s your issue?”

  “I wanted to kill them.” I shrug and he rolls his eyes, turning around to ignore me and pay attention.

  A few seconds later, there’s a loud rumble, the ground shaking with the horde of bikes flying toward the entrance, and I swear we almost piss our pants knowing Cain and Exterminator could easily be caught and killed. It wouldn’t be so surprising if the new bikers had already been on the compound when we first arrived, but for them to show up right in the middle of our plans is nerve-racking.

  Shooter looks over at me, eyes wide, “D-do I shoot? There’s like twenty of them at the gate!”

  I shake my head, rapidly glancing to see Ares doing the same. He puts his hand to his mouth, telling the prospect to shut the fuck up as the gate guard wakes up and the bikers all begin pulling through the entrance, lining their bikes up to park.

  Seconds later, the first building full of the eleven blows up, and some of the new bikers rush toward the smoking building while five or so take off to leave.

  “Shoot! Shoot them all!!!” I shove the prospect and you hear the loud echo of his shots ring out with the roaring of pipes.

  Fuck this! I stand up in the middle of the field, getting as many shots off as I can at the ones on the bikes, and then the ones in the compound’s yard.

  I see Cain and Exterminator peek around the corners of two of the buildings getting shots off as well.

  Ares turns to Spin. “Go get the bitch outta there. 2 Piece, you go with him, watch his six.”

  They take off without a word and I drop my empty weapon, taking out the other one I have strapped to my side. A shot rings out next to me; the prospect attempting to keep up in between my shots. I can hear the loud screeches of the bikes hitting the road and sliding as each rider drops it or gets shot and falls off. We don’t need anyone leaving and alerting others to come in for back up.

  Bullets whirl next to me. It’s pure utter fucking chaos and just my type of party. I begin walking closer to the fenced-in building, letting loose shot after shot with each step I take, hoping to kill every piece of scum left, ending the lives of rapists, murderers, and who knows what else. One less piece of shit existing in the world is one less for the innocent to have to deal with.

  Ares tackles me to the ground as I get closer, and I’d have shot his ass if I didn’t know it was him.

  “Stay down, brother. Sadie will fucking kill me if I let your ass get hurt again. You have an ol’ lady and kid to be worrying about now. Stop being careless.”

  He’s right and I’m a fucking selfish bastard to forget that. She’s not my ol’ lady officially yet, but it’s gonna happen someday. I reckon I best stay alive for it.

  “I got it, brother, get the fuck offa’ me!” I grunt, his huge heavy ass squishing me. He climbs off and I get to my knees, looking over the high grass to see who’s still alive.

  One fucker on a bike raced away without us getting him, but the rest looks like a bloody massacre. All of them are splayed out everywhere, riddled with bullets. I’m one sick fucker, because it doesn’t even faze me; in fact, the opposite as I crack a big smile at the sight, letting lose a celebratory laugh.

  Ares turns to me, catching my expression and chuckles, “Only you, Twist.” He shakes his head and my smile grows. Fuckin’ right, I’m gonna be happy and smile at this shit. We just took out who knows how many rapists, molesters, killers, and druggies. Just having a chick chained up out back deserves a wrath of punishment to rain down on them.

  Shooter lets out an overwhelmed breath. “Holy shit, that really just happened!”

  “Hey, prospect?”

  “Yeah?” he meets my gaze, clearly shocked at the turn of events.

  “Shut the fuck up, you did your job,” I order sternly, he nods and stays quiet.

  Smiles rolls his eyes and climbs to his feet. He’s only worried about getting his flask out to take a healthy gulp at this point, when a shot rings out.

  The old man falls, hitting the ground in a lifeless lump and Shooter’s surprised gaze meets mine.

  I snatch away his high-powered rifle, scanning over everything with his scope. I find one last fucker, lying across the roof, covered in black to blend in with the shingles. Clearly he’s not a trained sniper, because he’s too busy waiting for someone to stand up. My military training taught me to always look at all possibilities, not limit yourself. He must not know where we’re at in the grass, which, if he tried hard enough, he’d be able to figure it out. That’s one badass weapon he’s clutching.

  I take aim, making sure the chamber’s loaded, line the site up until I have the tip of his nose in my cross, and lightly tap the trigger. The gun’s powerful enough to send me flying backwards with the kick, but when I climb to my knees, looking through the scope, half of the guy’s head’s missing.

  “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” Ares curses. “I gotta let Prez know; he’s gonna be torn up somethin’ fierce. Smiles is his best fuckin’ friend. He’s known him for ages,” he grumbles, taking his phone out and walking a few paces back to the trees.

  Spin, Cain, Ex, and 2 all return with a badly beat up woman, missing her clothes. Spin carries her like she’s a feather, holding her close to his chest. “Anyone have something small she can put on?”

  “I got a wife beater, would probably fit her best.” I shrug.

  “I have a pair of sweat pants,” Shooter speaks up and Spin heads toward the trees.

  Cain’s tired gaze falls to Smiles. “Holy shit! Smiles was hit?”

  I nod and 2 Piece leans down, feeling for a pulse. “Nothing. Fuck man, I can’t believe this.” He shakes his head.

  “What are we gonna do with him?” I ask, and Cain looks over at me.

  “He wanted us to turn him to ash, but I know Prez is gonna want him brought home.”

  “Guess we gotta w
ait to hear what Ares says.”

  He nods and we all head toward the trees.

  Ares meets us, hanging up with Prez.

  “He’s sending Snake out to pick him up. He said for Shooter to wait here with Smiles. He’s gonna have them torch the remaining buildings, along with the dead bodies of the Fists. Then have the prospects bring Smile’s body back home. He had to call Mona’s sister, Veronica. She and Smiles had a thing back in the day. He was really upset.”

  We nod, upset also and Ares turns to Spin, who’s busily helping the girl get dressed and giving her water. “Prez wants you to head back to the club with her now.” Ares nods to the girl.

  “What about the rest of the trip?”

  “No, don’t worry about it, brother. You go back and help get her situated; I’m sure the girls will be able to give you a hand. Prez needs someone there that can take care of shit. Mona got admitted to the hospital today for a really bad fever. He’s a fucking mess right now, then throw in Smiles, I’m scared he’s gonna have a stroke or some shit. I know you can handle the clubhouse without any of us there.”

  “All right, let her stretch out for a minute, and then we’ll head that way.”

  “What’s your name, sugar?” Cain asks, and her swollen face turns at Spin.

  He nods and she whispers something to him.

  “Her name’s Ariana,” he answers for her.

  We stay quiet, watching, as she turns to Spin and won’t look at any of us. Poor chick. After a moment, Spin speaks to her quietly then turns to Ares. “We’re out, brother. Y’all stay safe.”

  Ares fist bumps him and Spin mounts his bike, helping the girl climb on behind him in nothing but an old wife beater and pair of sweats too big for her. He has her rest her bare feet on his boots, lecturing her about how she can get burned.

  “You have cash to get her shit if y’all stop?” Ares calls over the engine.

  “Yeah, I’m straight. I’ll see you after you take care of business,” Spin shouts and slowly takes off, with Ariana holding on so tightly, that if Spin wasn’t so big, he probably wouldn’t be able to turn his bike without tipping it over.

  “Ready brothers?” Ares inquires and we mount the bikes, minus Shooter.

  “Snake will call your burner when he’s close,” Ares reassures and Shooter nods.

  “Don’t worry; I’ll take care of this,” he replies.

  “Keep that shit up, and we’re gonna have to patch ya,” Ares calls as he eases off his brake and we all fall in, ready for the long-ass ride to Cali.

  We can only ride a short distance since most of the day’s gone and give in at eleven p.m., eventually turning off at a shitty hotel on the side of the road to sleep for four or five hours then ride some more.

  Sadie’s been on my mind the entire ride and even though it’s late, I ring her anyhow.

  “Ermmm, hello?” she answers groggily and sounds adorable.

  “Sunshine.”

  “Hi.”

  “You good? The kid okay?”

  “Yes, we’re both fine. I just got sleepy and passed out early. I wish you were here to sleep next to me.”

  “I know, baby, me too, but I gotta get this shit taken care of. I just called to hear your voice before I sleep, then we’re riding out straight away.”

  “Okay, please be safe.”

  “I will. Play with your tits for me.”

  She laughs and it brings a smile to my face.

  “Night, Sadie baby.”

  “Night, Twist,” she whispers softly and I hang up. My heart feels all mushy when it comes to her—in a good way. At least I’ll be able to try to sleep without worrying about her now.

  I jump in the shower to scrub off all the dirt etched into my skin from the ride and then hit the sack. My body’s overly exhausted from the trip, and the stress that comes along with each life I take. Eventually I know karma will catch up with me, and I’m not looking forward to meeting that bitch.

  Chapter 13

  Even miracles take a little time.

  -The Fairy Godmother

  Sadie

  I finish screwing the last screw into the crib, as the first cramp starts. Twist and my brother both offered to help me assemble the baby’s crib, but I figured what a great way to pass time while they’re gone. So I’ve been steadily working my way through some of the boxes from everyone, assembling awesome baby gear and washing the fifty million socks and onesies in the clear baby detergent all morning.

  I thought I had taken over Twist’s room before, but now there’s only a pathway to the bed or the bathroom, everywhere else is taken up by mine or the baby’s stuff.

  Another cramp comes sending a painful shock straight down to my vagina. Geez, this kids not playing around today.

  I carefully make my way up from the floor and sit on the side of the bed sipping some lemon water when suddenly I pee my pants. I didn’t have the urge at all or I would have gone into the restroom. My eyes start to water, thinking about how much of a pain it’s going to be to wash the bedding and remake it. My body’s already exhausted just from doing the baby’s.

  Shit.

  Another cramp comes a few moments later and it’s all I can handle; the tears topple down as I try to get my yoga shorts off without bending over too much since my stomach is hurting. I head to the bathroom and more water dribbles down my legs.

  “Fuck my life!” I groan, upset. Mopping will be a royal bitch. It’s going to take me all afternoon to clean up this mess. Like it’s not bad enough I feel like a damn school bus, my stomach has gotten huge. It feels like it’s growing more every day. I know that’s not possible, but it sure feels like it.

  I’m glad Twist isn’t here to see me like this. He’s been gone one day and I’m falling apart. Another cramp comes, this time stronger and I have to grab onto the bathroom counter to hold myself up.

  Holy crap. What the heck, little one?

  Turning on the cold water, I splash some on my face, wetting a towel and wiping down my thighs for now. It’ll have to suffice until I get this mess cleaned up and can get into the shower. I spray some body spray on to make me feel a little fresher and a swipe of deodorant. I feel like I sweat like a pig being so pregnant. God I need a shower, but I need to switch the bedding and clean the floor before it soaks in.

  A small amount of wetness trickles down my thighs and a sharp pain hits my side, making me call out loudly, “Aghhhh, my God!” Surely I can’t be dying right now. This kid can’t be coming already; it’s too soon. I still have about three weeks the doctor said at the last visit.

  The door slams open with Avery barreling in, causing me to scream since I’m nearly naked.

  “I’m so sorry, Sadie. We heard you yell, and I wanted to make sure you were safe!”

  “Please get out! I’m naked. Ouch!” My head falls as I try to ride through the rolling pain exploding over my stomach again.

  “Dude, are you okay?” she gasps.

  “P-Please just hand me a skirt or something.” I point toward the closet.

  After a few seconds, she comes in the bathroom, holding out my long Boho stretchy dress.

  “Ouch!” I call as the baby kicks hard right after the pain dies down again. I feel like I’m spiraling out of control right now, so much is happening, I can feel myself getting overwhelmed.

  “I think we need to take you to the doctor. This reminds me of when London had Jameson, kind of. I wasn’t at her house, but I heard all about it, and I’m pretty sure your son is tired of being cooped up.”

  I nod, agreeing with her and try to take Twist’s shirt off to put the dress on, but fail miserably, causing more tears to leak out. I feel helpless and I absolutely hate that feeling. I’m too independent to need help.

  All I wanted was a peanut butter sandwich after all my hard work today and yet I’m getting a large dose of pain instead, I think to myself, irritated.

  “Here I’ll fix it for you, just pull your arms up. I’m with your brother, so that practically makes us si
sters, okay?”

  “All right,” I agree, accepting her reasoning. I lift my arms up and she quickly pulls the shirt over my head, tossing it to the side, and helps get the dress over me, so I’m clean and covered up again.

  “Better?”

  “Yes, thank you. But I need to mop up the mess on the bed and floor before we leave.”

  “What mess? I didn’t see anything.”

  “I sort of peed my pants, it’s right there.” I point out the small puddle so she doesn’t step in it. I’m completely mortified I’m admitting I peedeverywhere.

  “Dude. It’s too clear to be pee; it has to be your water breaking. That would explain all of this.”

  “That’s what I was thinking, but the doctor told me it would be three weeks.”

  “Those are guesses, not set in stone, London explained it to me before with Jameson. I’m grabbing your baby bag and calling Twist, we’re out of here, chick.”

  “Okay. Ouch!” I call loudly and grab onto her as the strong pain comes back. She holds onto my arms, keeping me steady as it passes.

  “We are totally leaving, like yesterday!” She declares loudly, shooing me out of the room and down the hall. “London!” She yells and London comes running, eyes wide.

  “Yeah, chickadee?”

  “She’s in labor, we have to go. You drive Loretta, and I’ll call everyone.”

  “Of course!” She runs into the kitchen as Avery helps me walk to Cain’s big black Challenger.

  London puts a plastic trash bag on the seat and then a towel and they help me sit down. Avery runs around to the driver’s side, climbing into the back as London plops into the driver’s seat, turning the ignition over.

  Avery leans forward, breathing quickly. “Hold the fuck on, Sadie. London drives like a mad woman in this car, especially since she’s pregnant!”

  “You’re pregnant London?” I turn to her and she nods smiling. “Awesome.” I get out as she romps on the gas and we’re forced back in our seats.

  I hear Avery talking excitedly on her phone in the back seat, but all I concentrate on is breathing and keeping calm. Oh and holding on, because Avery wasn’t joking, London drives this car like it’s a goddamn airplane or something.