Frank's face was a mask of cold fury. "Is that true, brother? " Frank asked. Mercerer spat blood on the floor. "I did it for the club.
Frank, you're leading us off a cliff for a piece of tail. Holloway offered us a deal. We give him the girl and the drive and he wipes the slate clean. No prison, no war. " "You don't sell family," Frank said.
And you don't make deals with cops. "She ain't family," Mercerer screamed. "She is now," Frank said. He turned to Mike. "Put him in the shed.
We'll deal with him at the table tomorrow. " "Frank," Sarah said, grabbing his arm with her good hand. If he called them, if he told them we're here. Frank's eyes widened. He realized it at the same time she did.
"They know where we are. " Frank whispered as if on cue. The security monitors in the living room flared to life. On the perimeter cameras, headlights appeared. Dozens of them.
Not sedans this time. SUVs, SWAT vans, and behind them blacked out trucks that didn't belong to the police. "Hello," Frank said, racking the slide on his pistol. The phone on the wall rang. It was the gate guard.
"Pres," the guard shouted over the line, gunfire popping in the background. "We got heat. Heavy heat. It's the sheriff's department. " "And Jesus, there's guys with military gear.
They're breaching the gate. " Frank slammed the phone down. "Wake everyone up! " Frank roared. "Mama Jo, get the kids into the cellar.
Mike, get the ARs from the safe. Sarah, you stick to me like glue. " "What are we doing? " Sarah asked, her voice trembling. Frank looked at the monitor.
The front gate was being rammed by an armored truck. "We're not running," Frank said. "We're digging in. " The lights in the house cut out as the power was killed from the outside. The compound was plunged into darkness, lit only by the tactical lights of the approaching army.
Sarah Miller, the nurse who just wanted to pay her rent, was now standing in the dark, bleeding, about to fight a war alongside the Hells Angels against a corrupt police force and a Mexican cartel. She grabbed a kitchen knife from the counter. It felt light and useless in her hand, but it was better than nothing. "Ready? " Frank asked in the dark.
"No," Sarah said. "Good," Frank replied. "Neither are they. " The world exploded in a cacophony of shattering glass and flashbang grenades. The front door of the main house didn't just open.