Hell’s Fear (Hellfire MC #11)

Prologue.

June, 2022.

Phoenix

D istracted, I tapped my pen on my desk.

How were we supposed to celebrate Halloween this year? Every single club was on guard. Now that Aurora’s prediction of lava running through the streets of Rapid City had come true, we knew within six months Fury would attack. Which meant everyone was alert.

But I refused to let Fury take away shit from us. We would need these memories.

My gut twisted as I realised that some of us wouldn’t make it. We’d die in defence of the city.

I wanted to deny that knowledge, but I couldn’t. Nobody would emerge unscathed from this war.

Drake had contacted an ally in Maine, The Royal Bastards MC, and I’d bought a hotel up there that was in pretty good condition. We would fly the old ladies and children there soon. I’d spoken to a security detail up there, and the hotel would have a heavy guard presence.

The old ladies had bucked my idea at first, wanting to stay. But I pointed out that if they did, they’d likely be a widow because their man would be worried about them and not concentrating.

I was proud of them, though. Not one had begged their man to leave with them. No, we were all resigned to the fact our men were going to fight. Whether it was Rage, Hellfire, Unwanted Bastards, the RCPD, or Hawthorne’s, I guessed somebody I cared about would die. Religion had never been a major part of my life, but I’d started praying for everyone to make it through this way.

If it was possible to drop a nuke on Fury and his band of thugs, I’d do so. But nobody knew where he was hiding. We had thought that Fury was at the main Venomous Fangs compound, but the last news we’d heard from Irish’s snitch before he went quiet was Fury had moved.

Irish had disappeared looking for Grunt and came back empty-handed, but she said shit was happening in Florida.

It was a shame Fury just wouldn’t drop dead. The old bastard would never be so obliging.

If only wishes came true.

The responsibility of the old ladies and children weighed me down. I wanted to scream and rail and snatch everyone up and let Fury have Rapid City, but I couldn’t. Sure, I would protect those I cared about, but that left the rest of the city for Fury to rape and plunder.

I ran my fingers through my hair and shoved my negative thoughts aside. This Halloween, I’d come up with something special, one we would all remember. The event would have to be spaced over several nights, as no club would leave their homes completely unprotected. My mind now engaged, I sat down and began making a list of how to split my people up.

Fury was taking enough from me; he wouldn’t take this.