it!”
Mason looked to Caleb. “Did you believe that?”
Caleb thought about it for a moment, tapping his finger to his chin. “Seemed a little forced to me.”
Mason nodded. “Yeah maybe we should just shoot him and get out of here.” I loved the way he interrogated people. He played with them until they almost exploded.
“Fuck, fuck!” Mr. Kramer waved his hands. “I'll do anything you ask. Just don't kill me.”
Mason lowered his gun. “Fine. We'll let you off with a warning. You better thank your wife when you see her. We're only keeping you alive because she requested it.”
“I will,” he replied desperately.
Mason lowered his gun and nodded to me. I begun stuffing all the cash from the poker table into my pocket. There was probably only a thousand dollars but it would a nice addition to what Mrs. Kramer paid us.
Mason walked away and Slade approached Mr. Kramer. We weren't going to kill him but we weren't going to leave him unharmed either. Slade grinned and cracked his knuckles. Big Mike grabbed Mr. Kramer by the arms and hoisted him up. Two minutes later and Mr. Kramer was spitting blood and teeth onto the ground. His black eyes were going to be ten times worse than his wife.
We left Mr. Kramer and went back outside to our bikes. Slade was wiping the blood off his fists and Isaac couldn't stop laughing about the piss. In the corner of my eye, I spotted one of Mr. Kramer's friends. He had a gun pointed right at Isaac. I yelled for him to get out of the way but it was too late. The gun fired sending two bullets into Isaac's left chest and shoulder. I watched as Isaac fell to the ground, his mouth opened in shock
I lifted my gun and returned fire—the safety was still on. I cursed and flicked the switch. The shooter turned towards me but I let him have it. I emptied my entire clip into him as I walked forward, screaming at the top of my lungs. The man's head exploded like a watermelon, spraying massive amounts of blood everywhere. I pulled the trigger a few more times but the gun was empty.
I ran over to Isaac and Caleb was already by his side, holding his hand. Blood spat out of his mouth as he tried to talk.
“I couldn't warn you in time,” I told him, bending down on my knees. The rest of the MC members surrounded us.
“We need to get him to the hospital,” Caleb shouted.
Isaac shook his head and coughed hard. He tried to speak but nothing came out. I put my hands on his chest to apply pressure and tried to stop the bleeding. But with the way things looked, Isaac was in bad shape.
All I could think about was that the only one who could save him was Grace. I gathered Isaac's body in my arms and lifted him to the van. But it was too late. He went limp and when I laid him down in the van, he was already gone.
“No dammit!” I yelled at him. I slammed my hands on his chest, hoping to bring him back.
Caleb pried me off him. “He's gone, Tanner.”
I turned towards Mason, my eyes tearing up. “If only I had seen him a second sooner.”
Mason began to cry and hugged me. “It's not your fault, Tanner. There's nothing you could have done.”
Caleb went back into the coffee shop and shot off two rounds. Mr. Kramer was dead now too.
“We need to get out of here,” Slade said. “The cops will be swarming around here any minute.”
Mason nodded and released me from the hug. “We'll take his body to the clubhouse. Everyone meet back there.”
I stumbled back to my bike in shock. I couldn't believe it. Isaac was gone. Over something so stupid.
Chapter Sixteen
Grace
I arrived at the apartment and the smell of chicken and potatoes were in the air.
“I'm home,” I announced, throwing my purse on the floor next to the door.
“I'm in the kitchen,” Rachel replied.
I wandered in to a mess of pots, pans, and a lot of smoke. “Did you try and cook dinner?”
“Only the
Mason looked to Caleb. “Did you believe that?”
Caleb thought about it for a moment, tapping his finger to his chin. “Seemed a little forced to me.”
Mason nodded. “Yeah maybe we should just shoot him and get out of here.” I loved the way he interrogated people. He played with them until they almost exploded.
“Fuck, fuck!” Mr. Kramer waved his hands. “I'll do anything you ask. Just don't kill me.”
Mason lowered his gun. “Fine. We'll let you off with a warning. You better thank your wife when you see her. We're only keeping you alive because she requested it.”
“I will,” he replied desperately.
Mason lowered his gun and nodded to me. I begun stuffing all the cash from the poker table into my pocket. There was probably only a thousand dollars but it would a nice addition to what Mrs. Kramer paid us.
Mason walked away and Slade approached Mr. Kramer. We weren't going to kill him but we weren't going to leave him unharmed either. Slade grinned and cracked his knuckles. Big Mike grabbed Mr. Kramer by the arms and hoisted him up. Two minutes later and Mr. Kramer was spitting blood and teeth onto the ground. His black eyes were going to be ten times worse than his wife.
We left Mr. Kramer and went back outside to our bikes. Slade was wiping the blood off his fists and Isaac couldn't stop laughing about the piss. In the corner of my eye, I spotted one of Mr. Kramer's friends. He had a gun pointed right at Isaac. I yelled for him to get out of the way but it was too late. The gun fired sending two bullets into Isaac's left chest and shoulder. I watched as Isaac fell to the ground, his mouth opened in shock
I lifted my gun and returned fire—the safety was still on. I cursed and flicked the switch. The shooter turned towards me but I let him have it. I emptied my entire clip into him as I walked forward, screaming at the top of my lungs. The man's head exploded like a watermelon, spraying massive amounts of blood everywhere. I pulled the trigger a few more times but the gun was empty.
I ran over to Isaac and Caleb was already by his side, holding his hand. Blood spat out of his mouth as he tried to talk.
“I couldn't warn you in time,” I told him, bending down on my knees. The rest of the MC members surrounded us.
“We need to get him to the hospital,” Caleb shouted.
Isaac shook his head and coughed hard. He tried to speak but nothing came out. I put my hands on his chest to apply pressure and tried to stop the bleeding. But with the way things looked, Isaac was in bad shape.
All I could think about was that the only one who could save him was Grace. I gathered Isaac's body in my arms and lifted him to the van. But it was too late. He went limp and when I laid him down in the van, he was already gone.
“No dammit!” I yelled at him. I slammed my hands on his chest, hoping to bring him back.
Caleb pried me off him. “He's gone, Tanner.”
I turned towards Mason, my eyes tearing up. “If only I had seen him a second sooner.”
Mason began to cry and hugged me. “It's not your fault, Tanner. There's nothing you could have done.”
Caleb went back into the coffee shop and shot off two rounds. Mr. Kramer was dead now too.
“We need to get out of here,” Slade said. “The cops will be swarming around here any minute.”
Mason nodded and released me from the hug. “We'll take his body to the clubhouse. Everyone meet back there.”
I stumbled back to my bike in shock. I couldn't believe it. Isaac was gone. Over something so stupid.
Chapter Sixteen
Grace
I arrived at the apartment and the smell of chicken and potatoes were in the air.
“I'm home,” I announced, throwing my purse on the floor next to the door.
“I'm in the kitchen,” Rachel replied.
I wandered in to a mess of pots, pans, and a lot of smoke. “Did you try and cook dinner?”
“Only the
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