Gunfire kept ripping through the clubhouse long after the first windows exploded and every room echoed with shouting, splintering wood and bullets tearing holes through walls that had probably survived decades of biker violence before tonight.
Apparently Black Reapers wanted to redecorate with murder.
I stayed crouched behind the overturned church table beside Pup while Knox and Saint returned fire through shattered windows with terrifying precision and honestly watching them work together felt less like two men shooting guns and more like predators hunting.
Saint barely blinked while reloading.
“Second shoot moved northwest.” Saint barked.
“Got him pinned.” Knox said as he fired instantly through the broken glass.
Another shot cracked from outside hard enough to punch through
