For the next two hours we plan and come up with the perfect home that blends the two of us and our likes, together.
Six months and counting until I can move into my new home.
Shamus
That experience was harder than visiting the dentist. I didn’t realize that Star would argue with me over all of the details. Too many rooms, sheesh, as if that’s even possible. I don’t like to feel claustrophobic; I need space; I’m nowhere near being a small man. Which means any sons she gives me, will be just as large and will need as much space as I do.
Star went up to join the other women and kids in the media room, so I step outside to have a smoke. Gunner, Country, Malice, Texas and Zero are already out there doing the same.
“Jesus, women are impossible sometimes,” I express as I pull out my lighter and a cigarette. “She didn’t want a big house, I guess she wanted something cozy and easy to clean.” I light the end of my smoke as I finish the last word.
Gunner chuckles at my predicament. “Women are finicky creatures, Shamus. They don’t need big homes and fancy belongings; they only want a man who would move mountains for them. All she needs is love and understanding, Shamus. I know you’re trying to make up for things she hasn’t had in the past, but all she wants from you right now, plain and simple, is you, man.”
“I’m doing this for her, but not just her. I want a big place for my kids, for grandkids, to have friends and family over for barbeques. I want our house to be a sanctuary for all of the kids, I want to be surrounded with all of them, but still have my own space inside to where I can chill with the guys.”
Before anyone can respond to my words, chaos erupts around us. Bullets begin flying from over our heads as they spray through our metal gate. Country jumps on top of Gunner as I pull my gun from my back. I hear a moan and look over to see two bullet holes in Country’s belly. Zero is laying there with a dead man’s stare, he too has a bullet hole, this one straight through his forehead. Chunks of his skull are missing and the only reason I’m not spewing the contents from my stomach is the adrenaline coursing through me. My fight or flight instincts have kicked in.
The door opens as my brothers come rushing out of it. “Get Country and Gunner inside!” I scream out the order to whoever is close by. There’s a blacked-out van sitting in front of our gates, the only thing exposed is an AK and an arm. I don’t know who is shooting at us, but in my gut, I know this is either Jeremiah or Gray. They’re the only two left breathing in this world that would have the audacity to come after us.
Malice comes out of the door with a gun in both hands. He’s simultaneously shooting them both as he goes charging toward the gate.
He is one crazy ass motherfucker!
“Take cover!” I call out to him, trying to get that ghost like look off his face. He pays me no mind as he continues on his path. I see his chest bounce as a bullet makes contact with his shoulder. One of the guns falls from his hand with the impact, but that doesn’t stop him from shooting with his good arm.
“What the fuck is he doing?” Texas hollers, “Malice, stop goddammit!” He doesn’t listen to his partner, instead he keeps moving forward and ends up blowing up two tires. There’s no moving or escaping for the vehicle nor men inside, which makes me wonder if this was a suicide mission for our opponent.
Our yard is coated in bloodshed.
Our men’s blood, which causes my blood pressure to spike. My head begins to throb as worry for my brothers out here, and the women and children inside, pound furiously through my mind.
Out of the corner of my eye, I see Gunner helping Master carry Country in. Tracker and Bear are in the process of carrying Zero’s body around the building. Texas and I are free and clear to follow Malice into the carnage and destruction laid out before us. We’re all fueled by anger and hate, ready to put a world of hurting on this motherfucker who had the audacity to spray bullets at our home.
My pace picks up, bullets are no longer flying, so either the fucker has run out of ammo, or he’s reloading. Either way, he’s not going to get the opportunity to cause any more damage.
Romeo hits the switch from the guard shack and the gate swings open. Now, it’s Malice, Texas, Stinger, Blaze, Tyson and myself who run out the open gate and surround the car with our guns aimed at all of the windows. “Get the fuck out of the car and do it with your hands raised!” I furiously shout out to the driver and whatever passengers are tucked away inside.
“Now!” Malice viciously roars. The blood streaming down his arm hasn’t seemed to faze him yet. He’s running high on adrenaline and pain, two things he thrives on.
Texas walks up to the driver side door and places his hand on the handle. Romeo backs him up as he yanks it open. A man is pulled from the vehicle, he has a chest wound and is pale. Texas simply shakes his head, knowing this fucker isn’t gonna last much longer, and dislodges a bullet from his gun’s chamber. He makes the perfect shot, a bullseye dead center between the fucker’s eyes.
“Get out of the fucking car!” Gunner screams at the top of his lungs as he comes outside to join us.
The door slowly opens and Gray’s face is front and center
