Twelve
1726 Words
Dressed in her usual mission gear, Kennedy looked tiny next to the rest of the bikers that were watching her friends intently. Despite that, she oozed power from every pore of her being. Her long red hair was in its usual braid down her back, while her blue eyes randomly darted around.
Glancing into the living room, Memphis noticed that Jaxon seemed at home on the couch while Lukas was randomly glancing around while they worked on getting footage from the recon drone they sent out. As soon as they got proof that the Horsemen were in the clubhouse, the rest of the team would move in for the takedown.
If… No, not if, he thought. When Kennedy’s plan succeeded, she would have no competition left in the city. Callum already held control over the other MC’s in Ontario, but hers was the only one with a signed contract of partnership with the Veiðimenn.
Blowing out his cheeks, he shrugged. “Why isn’t Jax nervous here?”
“This is where we found him, remember?” Markus replied. “The women here protected him, and he helped Keith with some homework the dude was having trouble with.”
“Hm, well, at least we know they’re okay with our crew being in on the raid. Damn, my girl is fine,” Memphis hissed, biting his lip.
Movement in the corner of his eye caught his attention, and he turned his head slightly to get a better look. One of the Prospects was on his phone, his back to Memphis as he muttered something to whoever he was talking to. Suddenly, Lukas growled in frustration. Mark moved to his brother’s side, glaring at the monitors the boys were working with.
“No f*****g way. Yo, Ken, they shot down the drone Luke was manning. Jax?” Markus shifted his gaze to his boyfriend.
The teen shook his head, “This is not good. I smell a traitor, Kenni. They just set fire to their own clubhouse.”
Reaching out, Memphis grabbed the Prospect by the back of his vest. Yanking the phone from his grasp, he realized that the other person was still talking. He put the phone to his ear in time to hear: “Well, she’ll never get the clubhouse. We can always build another. I’m heading to Southern Heat with the others.”
The line went dead, but Memphis was grinning ear-to-ear. His eyes glittered darkly as he dragged the guy over to Kennedy. “Babe, on a scale of one to twenty, how pissed are you about this hiccup to your plan?”
“Thirty, why?”
He shoved the pleading man to his feet in front of her, holding him firmly as he tossed the cell toward Mark. “Here’s your betrayer. He just got off the phone with what I’m assuming was a high-ranked member of the Horsemen.”
Glee lit her eyes as she reached down and forced the man to look at her. Her smile said she was planning something. “Let’s make an example out of you. Jax and Luke, pick apart the intel on that phone. Markus, Memphis, and Sky, take your pick. With me or here to stand guard?”
“I’ll stay,” Markus answered. “I gotta watch my kid brother.”
“Same,” Skylar said, checking her handgun.
Memphis raised a brow, “Not a chance. I’m with you to the end, Ken. You’re my girl. I gotta back your sexy ass up.”
Phoenix snickered as he walked over to them. Behind him, his uncle Russell shook his head. Giving Kennedy a nod, Phoenix grinned. “Mom and dad are all set. Memphis, is there something you’re not telling us?”
Narrowing his eyes, the other teen growled at his friend. “Check your phone, Boss. I sent a mass text to group chat a little while ago. Romie’s in it, too, so she’s going to call your mother with the update. Had to keep it hushed because the prick’s still breathing.”
A resounding bang silenced the room. All eyes focused on Kennedy as she holstered her gun. “Here’s the plan. I’ll take a small crew with me to the new location we just received. Those who stay behind will be left with several of my friends. Nix, you don’t get a say. You’re coming. Me and you, back-to-back against the world. Russ?”
“Remaining here, babes. David’ll kill me if I let Sky out of my sight,” the man replied.
“No doubt,” she laughed. Kennedy pursed her lips, thinking about what could go wrong with the raid they were planning. Something felt off, and she just couldn’t shake the feeling. “Nix, I need to talk to you for a minute. The last time I didn’t listen to my intuition, me and your girl got kidnapped.”
Jaxon ran over, “I got a suggestion. Send in a Skeleton crew.”
She blinked at the fifteen-year-old that was nearly an entire head taller than she was. “I was thinking the same thing. Got that sinking feeling again, huh?”
“Yeah,” the teen replied. “Chills straight up my spine, too.”
Hugging him, she realized he was worried about the people who had accepted him as he was. His friends. His family. “Jax, that plan is perfect. Nix, we need all of my riders except a few to leave the house. Russell, still holding the record for best sniper shot?”
“Not really,” he admitted. “I’m contending with Robbie and Mark now.”
“Okay, so take Mark and Robbie and go to the roof of the building on the other side of the street,” Kennedy said. “Nix, Skylar, and Bella, stay here with the Elders. Blue, our best shooter?”
The man straightened. Having only really met her once, he was surprised when she remembered his name. “Uh, yeah. That would be Hawkins, Queen.”
“Hawkins, go with the Mafia snipers. Something tells me that the intel Memphis heard was a crock of bullshit, so we’re changing the game plan. If you bitches can’t think on your feet, you know where the door is. Buster, Bruiser, Dusk, and Sterling, take half the crew and go north when we leave. Circle back to the house in twenty minutes. Me and my team will do the same. No one does anything different.” Kennedy turned to face Memphis, biting her lip as she locked eyes with him.
He shook his head, “No.”
“Mem.”
“Not happening.”
She snarled, leaping over the back of the couch. Grabbing his jacket, she slammed him into the wall. “I don’t need you overstepping me right now, Memphis. We need this to go as smoothly as possible, and that won’t happen with you being stubborn.”
The back door to the house opened, admitting Callum, Declan, and Thomas. Taking in the scene they walked in on, Thomas smirked as he breathed a laugh. His son must have pulled a stupid to be on the receiving end of his girlfriend’s temper.
“Get off of me, Ken. I said I’d be here for you, didn’t I?”
She seethed, “Then do me a solid and do what I ask. I don’t need you riding my ass, Memphis. What I need is for my man to listen and lead one half of the MC while I take the rest. We go, circle around, and meet back here in twenty minutes. We are not going to the club mentioned on the phone because me and Jax both got a bad feeling about the original plan. Now, are you done being stupid?”
“Um… when you put it that way, yeah,” he replied.
“Good, now get your s**t together and get gone people. Horsemen wanted us to know where they were going, so let’s set a trap of our own. Don Callum?”
The man nodded, “Well said, Kennedy. I got people stationed up and down the road.”
Half an hour later, while shrouded in darkness, Memphis caught the movement at the corner of the house. Kennedy’s team was on the street facing the back of the house, while they were tucked out of sight on the road facing the front. He paled, understanding lighting his brown eyes as he watched the shadows multiply quickly.
“Well, f**k me,” his father muttered. “Damn, girl’s got better intuition than Declan.”
He nodded, knowing why Kennedy had been so on edge now. “Ken, I got visual on the Horsemen.”
Silence reigned for a moment. Something whistled through the air, and Memphis watched as the man moving to the front step with a Molotov cocktail dropped onto the cracked sidewalk. The bottle landed on the soft wet grass, remaining intact.
Someone called out some orders just as Memphis moved closer to the house. He pulled his matte black sidearm out and turned off the safety. His eyes focused on the bottle still burning on the ground. Someone bolted for it, and he took his shot. The glass shattered, spreading the ignited liquid over the unsuspecting biker. He screamed, patting himself down as he desperately tried to douse the flames.
Memphis fired again, and the man dropped, the flames lighting up the night as others decided to come out to play.
On the other side of the house, Kennedy grinned as the Horsemen finally made their move. She moved in sync with her best friend, tearing down the club that was intent on getting rid of her. It would be a cold day in hell before she gave up on the family legacy. Not even twenty minutes later, silence fell around them.
“Guys, roll-call,” she panted, and her link buzzed with activity. Russell answered first, then the others, each letting her know that not one of their members had fallen. Breathing a sigh of relief, she dropped to the back porch steps. “I did it. I saved the club.”
“I never had a doubt,” Callum told her with a smile. “This is exactly why I’m proud to have you as a partner.”
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