I look to my right and see Gabriel standing there with murder in his eyes.
“How the hell did those cocksuckers get the drop on us? Isn’t there a prospect at the goddamn gate?” I roar.
All eyes look toward the gate and see a shadowy figure lying on the ground.
“Shit!”
I take off running.
Blake looks to have been shot. “Fuck, someone get Doc.”
Bennett crouches down next to Blake looking at his wound. “Let’s get him inside, now,” he demands.
Reid races over to help carry him into the clubhouse and we lay him on one of the pool tables as Bennett comes in with his medic bag. He cuts the prospects shirt off to get a better look at what he is dealing with.
“It’s his shoulder. looks to be a clean shot. He took a pretty good blow to the head, knocking him out,” Bennett states. “The kid’s going to be fine, possibly a mild concussion but won’t know until he wakes up.”
I release a breath I didn’t know I was holding.
Looking around at all my brothers, I feel relieved that they are all okay, but as I gaze around I realize I don’t see Gabriel.
I turn to Jake. “Prez?”
He looks over at me.
“We need to go after Gabriel.”
Understanding, we rush outside and mount our bikes. We peel out of the compound in the direction of Dixon.
We only get about twenty miles down the road when I see his bike off to the side in the ditch, along with one of the cars I saw speeding away from our clubhouse earlier.
Jake and I jump from our bikes at the same time.
Gabriel is standing there with his knife in hand and breathing hard. On the ground in front of him are two dead Demonios.
Not knowing where my brother’s head is, so Jake and I wait him out.
I haven’t seen Gabriel lose control and rage out like this in some time. It’s best to wait and let him come back on his own.
We watch as he turns around. He looks from Jake to me, giving a chin lift. “Prez. Logan,” then proceeds to get on his bike, heading back home.
“That is one crazy ass motherfucker.”
Jake and I are both silent a moment before turning around to assess the big ass mess Gabriel left here on the side of the road.
“I’ll call some brothers to come clean this shit up before the cops show.”
It’s after three in the morning when I return to the clubhouse completely exhausted. The glass has been cleaned up and the windows boarded. Besides a couple of people lingering around it’s pretty quiet. I decide to stop by Blake’s room to check on him.
I owe it to him to show my gratitude. Opening his door, I see Lisa sitting in a chair next to his bed.
I’m not surprised to see her here. She’s always taking care of us.
“How’s the kid doing?” I ask.
“Bennett gave him something for the pain, so I’m sure he’ll be out for awhile. He’s okay, Logan. Go get some rest sweetie.”
“Thanks, Lisa.”