Edited: 5/22/23

Kaiser:

The day is the day we have to head out towards the marina. It's been four days since our meeting and going over the plan. Wiz hasn't found out anymore information about our issues. So, we're going blind on how they have managed to place every shipment into the old prez's name. Currently we're sitting at our table going over our plan yet again. We have to make sure it's foolproof. Bulletproof. Whatever proof. If anything happens to Draven while on this run; I will gladly not come back. Mac would kill all of us with her bare hands. Hell even her teeth! That man is the love of her life and if anything was to happen to him. She'd be completely broken and there would be no way of fixing this kind of brokenness.

"Are we positive she should be here? Or her for that matter?" Dawson asks.

"Probably not but let's just get this damn thing going." Dylan mutters. Both my brothers are staring daggers into both Clarissa and Annabelle. The whole table is actually. Which doesn't surprise me any.

"Alright! Let's get to the reason we are hear at 7 in the damn morning." Draven grumbles out. Clearly he's woken up on the wrong side of damn bed this morning.

"So, I will be here with our satellite set up to inform you of movements. My ear piece will be in my ear for communication purposes. Tinsley is pretty great at this shit as well; so she'll be my help keeping eyes on all my screens." Wiz states what he's supposed to be doing.

"Dylan and I will be with a group of four coming from the back side of the warehouse. Keep our eyes sharp and our hearing aides on." Dawson says.

"I'll be with a group of five on the east side of the warehouse." Gunner says.

"Draven will be with a group of five coming in from the front." I announce.

"I'll be with Kaiser and the group coming from the west side of the warehouse." Dad says.

I know mom isn't fond of dad going on this run. But, she understands that four of her children are on this run so with dad with us; it'll ease her already shaken up mind. At least I hope.

"Everyone dismissed. Except the people going on the run and our ol' ladies." Draven says as he hits the gavel on the table. I watch as both girls have a shocked yet pissed off look on their faces because they aren't included in this meeting.

"I think we need to tweak this plan a little bit." Tinsley softly says.

"Why?" One of our members ask.

"I don't trust either of those hoes with any type of plan." She suddenly says.

"What your idea?" Draven says which surprises all of us but the ol' ladies.

"I believe your strongest people need to be in the back and front. Not spaced out. Most people when they run, what direction do they seriously run too?" She asks.

"If it was me and I wasn't who I am. I would run to the front or the back." Dawson answers.

"Exactly." Tinsley says.

"See these blueprints?" Mac suddenly steps up to the board.

"Umm? Yeah? Why?" I ask. Curious to see what she has to say.

My sister is the brains. When she sees a flaw in a single area; she will be the first to tell you. Than she'll tell you what she thinks and what tweaks you should probably make. She truly acting like the Queen she's meant to be.

"So it's got a few empty. Unoccupied warehouses surrounding it. One to the left. One to the right. One to the rear and one to the front." She says while pointing.

"Okay?" Dylan says confused.

"It has trees also surrounding it. Correct? That's what you all are using to hide before you all bum rush the fields?" Kenna asks suddenly.

"Um yeah." Dylan says.

"Your using these four roads to make it to yours serviced places. Right?" Rylee asks for confirmation.

"Get to the point?" Draven grumbles.

"Zip those lips grump pants!" Mac sasses back.
All our hands are extended out and up in surrender.

"We think you should have a few snipers on each of the abandoned buildings. On each floor of each warehouse needs one person to check the floors from the warehouse you're planning to attack. They see movement they can tell you." Mac explains.

"While you're watching in your secure places of hiding, they're up covering your crazy asses." Kenna says with a chuckle.

"I believe Dad, Dawson, Dylan and at least a handful of men should come from the back. They're a strong group we have. The front should be covered with Reaper, Kai, Gunner, and a few of our strong men. The left and right needs more people surrounding in. But at least keep a few waiting in the tree lines in case some escape and make a run." Mac explains again.

"Make sure you bring dynamite!" Rylee says.

"For what?" Gunner asks stunned.

"To blow the bitch up. Setting a fire would take too long. Dynamite will blow the bitch off the foundation. You aren't taking their shipment originally so why not just blow it up." Tinsley says with a wicked laugh.
Damn my girl is a sinister thing.

"Don't forget your vests! Please!" Mom says to all of us.

"So how many mean do you think should be in the unoccupied warehouses?" I ask.

"Two snipers on each. Each warehouse has four floors. So that's six total in each warehouse. There's four of them so that's a total of twenty four. They don't have to be the best of the best. Just ones with great damn eyesight to see inside the buildings. I says the ones on the roof need to be our best snipers. Like Sniper himself and Ripper. And probably Grim. But whatever six you want up top to keep everyone safe." Tinsley says. We all nod at her statement.

"How many should be in the west and east group?" Draven asks with curiosity.

"I would do eight on each side to be safe." Kenna says.

"How many for the front and back?" Dawson asks.

"I would do at least six each." Rylee states.

"So those three with three others and us three with three others?" I ask.

"Yes. Each will have someone covering them." Kenna states the obvious.

"How many should be waiting in the tree lines?" Dylan suddenly asks.

"Two on each side. So eight total." Mac says with a duh look.

"So 24 in the buildings. 28 out the warehouse that's going in the warehouse. And 8 in the trees?" Draven asks making sure his math is correct.

"Yes, it's a total of 60 men. Plus Doc in case anyone is to get hurt." Tinsley announces.

"Okay. Well let's round up more men. Who all do we have in mind?" Draven asks.

Once we all place our opinions, Gunner takes off to get the remaining 30 men we need. We have to catch them up on the girls' plan. Sixty fucking men are they serious? Looks like we're going to be riding in our cages instead of our bikes. Sixty bikes and Doc's cage would cause noises and they would know we would be coming.

"Prospects!" Draven yells out in the room.

All prospects heads pop up and look at their Pres.

"I need 6 of our bulletproof cages out front before nightfall. Make sure they're gassed up." He instructs.

"SUVS, trucks, or the cars." One asks.

"The black vans for deliveries. They have no seats in the back. More people can fit in it." Draven says.

Before we could say a word the twelve prospects in front of us are running with the keys in their hands out of the clubhouse. I have never seen them move that fast. This causes all of us to chuckle. We walk back into our room and finish up with our plans.

"Sniper, Ripper, Arch, Flames, Devil, Lutz, Psycho, and Grim will be up on the roofs as our snipers. Sixteen of our prospects will be our eyes in the buildings. Dad, Draven's dad, Axle, Axle's Dad, Dawson, Dylan are going to come from the back. Gunner, Gears, Jax, Wyatt, Draven, and I will be in the front. Our smaller sisterhood will be on the left and right. They loaned us 16 of their men for that reason. Their Pres, and VP will be in the front in the trees. They're four enforces will be in the back and the left side in the trees. Their two road captains will be on the right side in the trees." I yell the girls the official plan.

They nod their heads to this plan and I am grateful because I don't want to redo this fucking plan. It took hours to come up with.

"Wiz and Tins get set up behind the screens. We need to see what is happening at the warehouse right now." Draven commands.

"On it." Wiz says.

"Got it boss." Tins says with sass as she salutes Draven. Tins is always so sassy. Her actions causes all of us to chuckle. I shake my head at her antics yet again.

"So far they're driving two vans into the warehouse. It looks as if it's only 4 people guarding the door. I don't know how many are in those vans though." Wiz says.

"Alright boys. It's about time to gear up and head out." I announce.

"Sniper. You and your group get into one van and drive down the road we shown you. Set up on the roofs and we'll leave here when you signal us." Draven tell sniper.

"On it boss." Sniper says with his own salute.

His team follows him out the door with their vests on and bags packed. Twenty minutes later we watch the screen for Snipers signal. Once we catch his ol so famous fuck you signal. You're probably thinking what is the signal. Simple his sniper has a flashlight, he will turn over on his back on the roof, click his flashlight on and off 3 times. The third time it turns off he'll salute, flips a bird, and roll back over on his belly. Once I see his signal we all head off towards our respective vehicles.

The group in the front will be in one, the group to the back are in the second, the group to the left will be in the third, the group to right will be in the fourth. That includes our tree men. Doc, his assistant, and the nurse will be in the last remaining one. Hidden down the road, in a small trail. We pull up to our designated area and begin to take cover. After checking in with Wiz and Tins they gave us the clear. Sniper hasn't seen anything and neither has the prospects in the other warehouses.

"There's movement in the bottom floor. They look to be unloading the vehicles." Sniper says from his spot.

"Alright men. Let's go." Draven growls out.

As soon as we all burst through the doors. They were ready for us. Some were caught off guard but most looked to be knowing we would be showing up. Bullets are flying everywhere making all of us begin to take cover behind the crates and walls.

"Fuck!" Draven growls.

"How did they know?!" I yell.

"A mole?" Dylan says.

"I'm getting tired of getting shot at!" Dawson snarls.

"Shoot when it's clear Daw. Don't do anything stupid." Dad's voice rings out in my ear.

"Sniper! What do you see?" Draven asks.

"Snipers in the other building!" Sniper snaps. We can hear the guns going off on the roofs. Our men are in their own gun fight.

Fuck!

Five minutes has passed since we all have been pinned down.

"Roofs are clear." Ripper says.

"No one has escaped outside." One of the enforcers have stated.

"Keep your eyes open." I answer back.

The other side has stopped shooting. Why? Honestly I don't know. We take the opportunity to come out and start firing back. I crouch down on the floor and peek around the barrier I'm behind. I see several enemies looking and waiting. I glance around and see my brothers and family all crouched down and inspecting as I am. Draven nods his head and we all start to fire back. We're watching as people are dropping like flies on shit. All seem to be down or dead. As soon as Dawson turns to go up the stairs to make sure it's clear. A shot rings out and all I can see is Dawson falling down every stair on the way down.

"Dawson!" I yell out.

I watch as the slimy fuck who shot at Dawson, spots me. Before I could fire back, a blast comes through the wall and hits the fucker square in the side of his head. He collapses where he stands. Sniper. Thank the lucky stars for him.

I run, not caring if anyone else is alive, towards my brother. I slide down on my knee and stop directly beside Dawson.

Shit.

Shit.

Fuck!

Oh God!

I see two rounds in his vest and his arm is bleeding.

Fuck!

Before I could move anymore to inspect him. Dylan comes barreling into me. Knocking me over in the process. Dad comes up and throws Dawson over his shoulders. Dawson had yet woken up. The fall was nasty and I can see a gash on the side of his head.

Shit!

"Newt come to the front. Dawson needs you." Draven orders.

Oh god! Tins and Wiz will see us carrying out a body.

Shit!

All our men pile out of our spots and out of this blood soaked warehouse.

"Someone blow this mother fucker up!" Dylan growls out.

"Is all our men here?" I ask.

We look around our circle and count 26 of us. Dad has loaded up Dawson in the back of the van. Everyone else are coming from the roofs and the trees.

"All here Dawson is in the van with dad and Newt." Dylan says with hate in his voice.

"Let's head home!" Draven yells out.

We pull into the compound as they are unloading an unconscious Dawson. I watch as Rylee charges over to her man. My brother. She has red puff eyes. We all storm to medical side of the clubhouse and see our mom, grandma, and the girls waiting. Newt closes the door in dad's face and I watch as dad look defeated. He slides down the door and his head is in his hands. The sight crushes me to the core. I don't think I've ever seen dad this defeated. What felt like hours the door finally opens. The opening door causes dad to almost fall backwards.

"Dawson is in stable condition. His vest saved his life. The arm was cut from a nail on the stair. The worst of his injuries is his head. The fall.... He fell into a coma like state. His head needs time to heal." Doc announces.

I watch as we all let out a breath of air and immediately sucked it back in when he mentioned coma. I don't walk in his room. None of us do. We all took off in different directions. When most of us walked into the bar area. The sight in front of me has me stopped in my tracks.

"I know it was you!" Tinsley screams at Clarissa.

"I didn't know your new plan so how the fuck would I been able to tell anyone anything you dumb ass bitch." Clarissa screams back.

"I know it was fucking you. You slimy little bitch. If my brother dies I'll fucking kill you." Mac growls out.

Before anything else could happen we all rush to separate the women. Dylan grabs ahold of Kenna Draven snatched up Mac, Dad grabs ahold of Tinsley, and Grampa quickly grabs ahold of Rylee.

"What the fuck!" I yell out.

"She is the mole!" Tins yells.

"No I am not!" Clarissa screams.

"You have to be!" Mac growls trying to break from Draven hold.

"How can she be? She didn't even know we changed the plan?" Draven asks.

"We just know damn it." Mac snaps back.

"Until you have proof quit accusing people." I snap.

MTins looks up with big eyes not believing what I said. Shit here is fuck up number nine.

"You want proof. You'll get fucking proof Kaiser!" Tins snaps back.

"Tins!" I yell at her when she walks by me.

"Don't! You don't get to call me that!" She snarls.
Fuck up number ten has arrived right on time.

Fuck me.

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