Free Temperance: Biker Romance (The Davis Chapter Book 2) by Davida Lynn Page B

He had a small machine gun pointed right at me, and a sadistic grin on his face.

    The loud crack of a shot rang out, and the smile was literally wiped from his face. He twitched for a second before slumping down the tall front door. He squeezed off a few shots as his body gave out. Bullet holes appeared in Bandit’s already aching car. My man barely reacted. He didn't seem to give a fuck who killed the guard, just that someone did. As we ascended the stairs with other Rising Sons beside us, Bandit turned to me. “Sure you don’t want a gun?”

Bandit was right. It was obvious that things were too dangerous to be unarmed. There was no way I was going to take something like an automatic rifle, though. He handed me his pistol and took the dead guard’s weapon. After threading his arm through the strap, Bandit stepped over the body. I followed.

    “Carriage house clear, moving to main target.” Alcatraz’s voice crackled in my ear, and it was a sort of kick back into reality. I had tuned it out while the guns were firing non-stop, but as we entered the mansion, a silence crept over the Blythe Estate.

    I told myself it was a good thing. There were no biker screaming out over the radios, and no reports of anyone injured. Things were swinging in our favor. The attack had caught Conrad’s men off guard.

    Somehow the mansion seemed emptier and more desolate than ever. There was always a stale silence about it, but when I stepped into the foyer with Bandit, it was a rotting silence that seemed to burn my nose. It was as if Conrad and the mansion were attacking my senses. I wanted him gone.

    “You're up.” Bandit gave my hand a squeeze. “Does he have a panic room or anything like that?”

    I raised my eyebrows. The question had never occurred to me before. “Not that I know of. I think with all the security, he didn't bother with a panic room. My guess is that he's in the study. Second floor, left off of the stairs.”

    When someone walked into the mansion, the first thing they saw was a chandelier above them. From there a set of marble steps led upwards on either side of the foyer. They curved and met at the top where a balcony overlooked the front area. I pointed my gun in the direction of the study just as I heard boots running our way.

    A group of four guards immediately opened fire from the balcony area. Instinct took over, and my fingers squeeze the trigger. The gun that Bandit had given me was one that I hadn’t fired before, but I knew enough about firearms to quickly bring up my left hand. It was large for a handgun, and it has recoiled to match.

    It was impossible to tell if my aim was any good because the other bikers open fire a split second after I did. Bandit grabbed me by the shoulder and pulled me to one side and under a staircase. He was firing back as we moved away from the front door. Marble and drywall exploded from the walls and floor.

    Shards of crystal rained down on us at the overbearing entryway chandelier was destroyed. Bullets tore through it on their way to their true targets. It was hard to keep in the moment, because it was like my mind was trying to have an out of body experience. My mind couldn't grasp the fact that I was in the middle of a gunfight surrounded by bikers. It took every bit of concentration and focus to stay in the moment and stay alive.

    The lights flickered and then went out in the entryway. Thunder was with Bandit and I on one side of the staircase, and Alcatraz was on the other. Over the automatic fire, I yelled to Bandit, “There's a second staircase at the far end of the house!”

    Bandit ducked back under the staircase after squeezing off a few rounds. “Can we get there from here?”

    “If we can get out from under these stairs.” I nodded. “Yeah, I think so.”

    Bandit threw a hand down on Thunder’s shoulder. The hulking figure had been leaning out and firing, oblivious to our plans. “Thunder, you're on point.” Bandit yelled across the foyer,