through the front door, his eyes wild and desperate. “We need help Tate,” he said coming into the kitchen, his clothes dirty and what looked to be road rash on the side of his face.
Tatum sat staring at him waiting for him to elaborate. “What’s going on?” she said as one of the other guys limped in through the door.
“It’s a long story, I’ll fill you in about it on the way, but we need some guns and an extra hand. Jager and Phil are going to be pissed but we don’t have a choice.”
Immediately Jeannie and Ava began digging into their purses and pulled out their revolvers. Sugar picked one up off the table and held it out to Tatum. She raised an eyebrow at him and shook her head. “I’m good,” she said, “swing by the club on the way.”
They piled into one of the clubs vans. It was all black with tinted out windows. Bobo was driving and appeared to be the only one who wasn’t filthy. He put the car into drive before the door was closed and sped off towards the club, as per Sugars request. They screeched tires and nearly tipped over going around a turn. They were in a hurry and Tatum still didn’t know what for. She ran into the club quickly and emerged a minute later with a gym bag. Throwing it into the back of the van she pulled her hair back into a ponytail while Sugar opened the bag. Inside were five P90 PDW’S. The expression on the guys faces when they saw the small machine guns sent a wave of satisfaction over Tatum. She had brought them with her as a gift for the men and hadn’t found the right occasion to give them to them yet.
Sugar explained then about the gang and how they had figured them out and ambushed the five guys that stayed behind from the warehouse drop. The head, Norman, grabbed the two other members while the three in the van managed to escape. Tatum knew that they would be on alert for them to return. She ordered Bobo to drop her off just outside the warehouse, while the three of them went right on up front. He was hesitant but figured he was in shit for involving her anyway. He hadn’t personally seen her in action, aside from kicking Jessica’s ass, but he’d heard enough about her to assume she could handle herself.
He did what he was told and Tatum grabbed two of the guns, leaving the other three for the guys. She ran off into the woods that lined the dusty industrial park where the warehouse sat while Bobo revved up the van and sped up the lane. The guys braced themselves, holding onto the unlined metal walls in the back. Bobo pressed his foot to the gas until he couldn’t press it any further. The other member, John, let out a battle cry as the van neared one of the shipping garage doors in the warehouse. The van crashed through it, but not before Bobo hoped and prayed that his brothers we not directly behind it.
Once the dust cleared, someone flung open the vans doors and violently grabbed Sugar by the shirt to haul him out. Once John was sure it wasn’t one of his guys, he open fired. Sugar dropped to the floor, arms covering his head as John and Bobo hopped out of the van and began shooting.
It lasted only a minute before a deep voice yelled, “STOP! OR I SHOOT!” Bobo, John and Sugar froze. The dust dissipated and they saw Norman with his arm around Jagers neck, a gun pressed to his head. They held up their guns to show that they were stopping. Bobo looked around and saw all of his brothers, lying with their foreheads to the floor, hands flat out in front of them. There were about fifteen of Norman’s men surrounding them with shot guns. Phil looked up and made eye contact with him, silently pleading with him to get them out of this mess. Bobo winked at his brother to let him know he had something up his sleeve. He just wasn’t sure Phil would like it.
One of Norman’s men stood next to him while the rest stayed by the guys. Sugar noticed there was a large wooden crate next to them, obscuring a door that appeared to be opened, as he tried to come up
Tatum sat staring at him waiting for him to elaborate. “What’s going on?” she said as one of the other guys limped in through the door.
“It’s a long story, I’ll fill you in about it on the way, but we need some guns and an extra hand. Jager and Phil are going to be pissed but we don’t have a choice.”
Immediately Jeannie and Ava began digging into their purses and pulled out their revolvers. Sugar picked one up off the table and held it out to Tatum. She raised an eyebrow at him and shook her head. “I’m good,” she said, “swing by the club on the way.”
They piled into one of the clubs vans. It was all black with tinted out windows. Bobo was driving and appeared to be the only one who wasn’t filthy. He put the car into drive before the door was closed and sped off towards the club, as per Sugars request. They screeched tires and nearly tipped over going around a turn. They were in a hurry and Tatum still didn’t know what for. She ran into the club quickly and emerged a minute later with a gym bag. Throwing it into the back of the van she pulled her hair back into a ponytail while Sugar opened the bag. Inside were five P90 PDW’S. The expression on the guys faces when they saw the small machine guns sent a wave of satisfaction over Tatum. She had brought them with her as a gift for the men and hadn’t found the right occasion to give them to them yet.
Sugar explained then about the gang and how they had figured them out and ambushed the five guys that stayed behind from the warehouse drop. The head, Norman, grabbed the two other members while the three in the van managed to escape. Tatum knew that they would be on alert for them to return. She ordered Bobo to drop her off just outside the warehouse, while the three of them went right on up front. He was hesitant but figured he was in shit for involving her anyway. He hadn’t personally seen her in action, aside from kicking Jessica’s ass, but he’d heard enough about her to assume she could handle herself.
He did what he was told and Tatum grabbed two of the guns, leaving the other three for the guys. She ran off into the woods that lined the dusty industrial park where the warehouse sat while Bobo revved up the van and sped up the lane. The guys braced themselves, holding onto the unlined metal walls in the back. Bobo pressed his foot to the gas until he couldn’t press it any further. The other member, John, let out a battle cry as the van neared one of the shipping garage doors in the warehouse. The van crashed through it, but not before Bobo hoped and prayed that his brothers we not directly behind it.
Once the dust cleared, someone flung open the vans doors and violently grabbed Sugar by the shirt to haul him out. Once John was sure it wasn’t one of his guys, he open fired. Sugar dropped to the floor, arms covering his head as John and Bobo hopped out of the van and began shooting.
It lasted only a minute before a deep voice yelled, “STOP! OR I SHOOT!” Bobo, John and Sugar froze. The dust dissipated and they saw Norman with his arm around Jagers neck, a gun pressed to his head. They held up their guns to show that they were stopping. Bobo looked around and saw all of his brothers, lying with their foreheads to the floor, hands flat out in front of them. There were about fifteen of Norman’s men surrounding them with shot guns. Phil looked up and made eye contact with him, silently pleading with him to get them out of this mess. Bobo winked at his brother to let him know he had something up his sleeve. He just wasn’t sure Phil would like it.
One of Norman’s men stood next to him while the rest stayed by the guys. Sugar noticed there was a large wooden crate next to them, obscuring a door that appeared to be opened, as he tried to come up
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