“Coyote, I’ve called Grigory. He’s on his way but will probably be running late considering he’s dealing with a situation of his own. Seems someone wants a little piece of the pie and went after one of the businesses he owns to send a message,” Twister says. They had come in to help with our plans for today and now that those plans have changed, they’ll stick around here until it’s over with.
“I hope whoever it is doesn’t try to come after Tinsley in an effort to send their message,” I grind out, my hands clenching into fists at the thought. She’s been through more than her fair share of bullshit, she doesn’t need anymore.
“Don’t worry, he said he knows who it is and intends to get it dealt with. Said to tell you to make sure you make them bleed. I for one want to see the claws in action,” Twister grins as he announces the last part.
“If it all goes according to plan, I’m sure you will,” I state, more than ready to let the predator out of its cage. Tinsley may have tamed me somewhat, but when the beast is let out it’ll do what it needs to do in order to protect what is his. I’m sure people would think it’s weird to talk about myself like this, but I guess you can put it down to having alter personas. One being far more dangerous than the other.
“Alright then, let’s get everything in place. I don’t want them making it past the road to the clubhouse. This ends to-fuckin’-day. Got it?” Stoney growls.
Several of my brothers yell out while the others nod their heads. Me, I merely clear my head and let myself prepare to do what needs to be done.
“These fuckers are idiots,” Shadow mutters from next to me.
Neo had just texted us to let us know the dickheads had just turn onto the main road and were heading in our direction. They still had to turn down the path to get to us, but we had taken our stations to keep that from happening.
“That they are, brother.” For bringing the war to us it’s stupid on their part. If it were me, I’d have reached out and figured out what I was dealing with before making my move.
The sounds of vehicles coming down the road has me straightening and my hands itching to put on the claws. I gotta wait for that part. Right now, it’s about getting pieces of shits out of the vehicles.
As the vehicles came into view, I lifted my gun, aimed at the tires, and pulled the trigger just as my brothers had done, popping all of the tires.
The cars come to a halt in the middle of the road and men jump out. Well, here goes nothing. Time for the party to begin and when I say, I mean the bloodshed. Theirs, not ours will coat the road.
Chapter Twenty
Coyote
When your facing down a gun it’s almost as if time stands still and you see what’s flashing before your eyes. I, for one, don’t want to miss a minute of what I have planned for the future.
A life with Tinsley, my son, and any other kids I have with my woman.
In order to get to that I need to get this situation out of the way. Two men step forward from the rest and I’d take a wild guess that they’re Mason and Sam.
“You have some nerve fuckin’ shootin’ out our tires,” one of them sneers.
“Considering you’re on private property we had the right to do as we fuckin’ please,” Stoney declares.
“We weren’t on private fuckin’ anything. Besides we were only coming this way to take something that was stolen,” the same one who spoke before snaps and I realize who he is. He’s Mason, Milley’s brother.
“And what would that be?” Stoney asks, his body tense as he waits for his answer. In the information we’d found on the Demon Raiders, they’d been the ones to help the Lucifer Heretics put his daughter, Corrine, up for auction. He wants a piece of these men just as much as I do. I’d gladly give him one, as long as I got the other.
“My nephew,” Mason says, confirming what I thought.
“How do you figure that?” This time Tracker’s the one who asks.
“Because, some bitch of a nurse stole him when my sister died in the hospital after he was born, and we finally tracked him down and I want him back.” “He’s my son,” The other guys snarls. Guess he’s Sam. Meaning it’s his blood that I want to feel running through my fingers as the claws slice through his skin.
“Bullshit,” I snap, unable to control myself. Not when this fucker was trying to lay claim to my son.
“How do you figure?” He snaps back. “Were you there for my woman’s pregnancy? Better yet, do you know how Milley’s pussy felt around my dick when she rode me?” Sam cackles. I mean fuckin’ cackles like a damn hyena.
“Keep it together, brother,” Shadow says quietly next to me. “Don’t let them get the upper hand.”
Giving him a slight nod, letting him know I heard him, without taking my eyes off Sam. I wouldn’t put it past this fucker to pull the trigger with my back turned. That’s the type of guy he seemed to be. And from the letter Milley sent with Tinsley for me, I know this fucker and Mason are the masters of their chessboard and will do whatever they have to, to get what they want done. To beat them at their own game, I’ll have to throw shit back at them.
“Oh, I know exactly what Milley’s pussy felt like. She rode me until the sun came up after I fucked her all night long. Gave me a son from it and you know what. I know he’s mine because not only does he look like me, but the boy has my birthmark. If that’s not enough proof, I’d gladly take a DNA test to prove it.”
I barely get the last words out before Sam launches toward me and everything seems to happen at once. Gun fire fills the air as my brothers take cover. Stoney is on the ground beating Mason with his fist, his face contorted with fury. My fight with Sam is a little different. Since he’s a hot head you’d think he was dumb, the fight would be over within minutes.
Not the case here. No, instead he tackled me to the ground landed a blow or two before I was able to maneuver him away from me.
“Coyote,” Shadow calls out. I glance at him briefly. Only to find he wanted my attention long enough to toss me my claws.
“Thanks, brother,” I say, catching them in my hand, ignoring the sting of the cuts as they slice into my skin. Normally it’s not wise to toss them in the air and catch them in your hand due to the sharpness, but right now I don’t give a damn.
Putting them in place, I grin as Sam eyes them. “You took a knife to my woman. It’s time I take these to you,” I proclaim.
“Yeah, I took my knife to that bitch as well as the stupid bitch who had to go and get knocked up. She was mine and you fuckin’ put your bastard in her. You’re gonna die for touching her, same as that bitch is going to die for trying to protect that little bastard,” Sam snarls as he and I stalk around each other like predators in the wild sizing each other up.
When Sam finally moves, I move as well, bringing one of my clawed covered hands up and slashing downward slicing through his face catching his eye. His screams don’t stop me as I continue to bring the claws down on Sam. Shredding over and over until his guts are showing.
“Oh, fuck, that’s sick.” I hear one of my brothers grumble as another of them touches my arm.