Free Revenge by Rayna Bishop

Glass, but Charlie managed to swerve and get out of the way in time.  

    Charlie stopped and got off his bike to check his friend.   “Shit, Bingo.   Get up.”

    He tried to help the man up and Mercer jumped from the top of the building.   He wanted to land on the man and cripple him, but they were too far out.   Mercer hit the ground hard and stumbled.   He rolled on the pavement and got up quickly, but Charlie was on him.   Charlie grabbed him and threw him into the side of the building.   With lightning fast reflexes, he delivered two punches to the gut and one to the jaw.

    Mercer was briefly dazed.   The hits were coming too quickly for him to retaliate.   As Charlie pulled back to hit him again, Mercer wrapped his arms around the big man and pulled him to the side.   They struggled against each other, slamming into the large plate glass window, falling through and shattering it.  

    Mercer picked himself up, but Charlie was having trouble.   Mercer’s leather jacket had protected him from most of the glass, but Charlie was wearing his MC cut, which was just a leather vest that left his arms exposed.   There was a large piece of glass hanging out of the crook of his arm.   Charlie pulled the glass out and threw it down, but his arm was bleeding badly.   He charged Mercer, but Mercer had enough time for him to grab his gun and put three shots into the big man.  

    Charlie dropped to the floor.   Mercer came up to him and grabbed his hair, lifting his big head up.

    “Where’s Tank?”

    “Fuck you, asshole,” Charlie wheezed.   It sounded like he couldn’t get enough air.   Mercer figured he had gotten him in the lungs.

    Mercer dropped his head and put another bullet into the back of his skull.   Then an old cash register exploded behind him.   Mercer looked out the broken window and saw Bingo back on his feet, gun in hand.   Mercer ducked behind some shelves.   He heard Bingo crunch shards of glass as he stepped in.

    “You little prick.   You killed two of us and fucking half blinded me with that bullshit.   Can’t get my ears to stop ringing.”

    Mercer used the man’s handicap to his advantage and moved down the floor.   He didn’t risk poking his head around the corner, but saw the shadow move across the floor.

    “You can keep hiding, but I’m gonna find you and rip you apart with my bare hands.   I swear the cops are going to find you all over this fucking piece of shit town.”  

    Mercer slid back against the far wall.   Listening to Bingo’s voice and seeing the shadow on the floor, he had a pretty good idea of where the man was standing, even though he couldn’t see him through the shelves.   Mercer braced himself and fired until the clip was empty.   He watched the shadow fall and came around the corner.

    He had hit Bingo twice in the legs, but he was still alive with a gun in his hand.   He fired at Mercer repeatedly.   One bullet went through his jacket and another shattered a light above his head.   Glass rained down on him, cutting his face and head.   He ducked behind the shelves again and pushed the whole thing down, trapping Bingo beneath.

    Bingo’s body was trapped underneath the collapsed shelving, but his head and arm were still showing.   Mercer kicked the gun out of the man’s hand.

    “You’re an asshole, Mercer.   Fucking asshole.”

    Mercer kicked the man in the side of the head and he let out a howl.   “You come chasing me across the goddamn country to kill me, and I’m the asshole?”

    Bingo spit blood.   “That’s right, you’re the asshole.   You don’t like what the MC is doing so you steal our fucking money and take off.   Fucking piece of shit is what you are.”

    Mercer kicked him again.   “Tank makes a mockery of our MC, sells poison to children, and endangers our way of life, and I’m the asshole.”   When Mercer kicked him again, blood and teeth flew from Bingo’s mouth.   “Fuck you.   You don’t