Cottonmouth: Soldiers Of Hades MC, #1
Cottonmouth: Chapter 11

Python yelled, “Gate house says, a vehicle just rammed through the gat—”

The wall next to the entrance exploded out with a crunching and booming. A huge metal covered SUV rocked through as plaster, metal and wood scattered everywhere.

Some of the men grabbed for their weapons as some just dove away from the front wall.

Cotton grabbed Tory.

“Let me go!” She held her weapon already.

He refused to listen as he swung her around.

Cobra and Thor tossed the long table‒ with plates, cups, silverware, and food flying everywhere‒ onto its side.

Cotton hurried her over and behind it before he let her go.

Juan sat in the chair hands cuffed behind him but he bolted out of it and hit the floor.

Bullets flew from the men entering, like rats pouring in through a hole in a wall.

More bullets flew from the men in the clubhouse as war war, biker against cartel ensued.

Juan had maybe a dozen men who poured in, guns blazing.

Soldiers and the other MCs had about twenty five and after the shooting went on for ten minutes…it finally slowed then stopped.

Many cartel men lay dead in various areas. Some had limped off injured.

Groans could be heard from various sides of the room. The MCs just had 2 men injured with non-mortal wounds and many others with just cuts and scrapes.

Cotton then looked around as smoke and dust flew along the inside of the clubhouse like a sulfur scented fog.

Juan was now near the entrance, attempting to get around the mess and the bodies of his men to try to make an escape, apparently.

Cotton looked over at the table.

No Tory.

His gaze then shot back over to Juan.

The man stood stone still.

Tory had her very large gun trained on him. “Do not move, you sonofabitch.”

Juan’s eyes roved over her. “So you are the killer puta? The one who killed my brothers?” His eyes looked like beady, dark marbles as he glared at her.

“I did not kill them!” she seethed while holding her gun steady on him.

“They are dead, no?” He stepped closer to her. “After they were with you. I don’t get it. We didn’t pay you enough for the pussy, eh?”

Shaking her head, she cocked the gun. “Stay still!”

Cotton had come over silently.

The metallic sounds of many guns being reloaded and or cocking—echoed through the room.

Juan looked around. His face mottled with rage as his ziptied hands remained behind his back. “Why are you all with her? She is a murdering bitch!”

Tory laughed and it didn’t sound amused. “Oh, look who is talking! You murdered my brother just for changing your tire, you mother fucker!” she screamed.

Juan stilled and stared at her. “Your brother?”

“Yes! You fool! You and your so called brothers shot him. Or you did actually.”

“Oh, so this ain’t over cono-pussy and dinero…” He then shrugged as no recollection appeared on his face. “I’ve killed many, so what?”

Rage made Tory’s body visibly shake. “You left his son fatherless. He was there, he saw it. Just a kid and you gunned his father down!”

Again, another careless shrug from Juan. “I don’t remember this.”

Tory shook her head slowly. “You’ve murdered so many that you don’t even remember it. You cold bastard. I hope you fry in hell!” Her hands with the gun in them trembled badly.

Cotton stepped close. “Babe, lower your gun, we have him covered.”

A lone tear rolled down her face. “You think I’m going to kill him, don’t you?” She looked up and gazed all around. “You all do!”

The men kept their weapons trained on Juan.

“Well, I want to. I do. But I won’t.” Tory stepped back and handed Cotton her weapon.

He took it and shoved it into his waistband.

Then before Cotton could grab her, Tory jumped forward and slapped Juan so hard that his head snapped sideways and blood flew from his mouth.

Juan straightened his head and turned his neck to crack it then he stared hard at her with murder in his dark eyes. In a swiftness, no one would have believed, he stepped forward and grabbed her up, instantly turning her around with a knife at her neck.

“Fuck!” Cotton seethed. The man had gotten loose in the commotion.

“Now, I’m going to leave with the little killer pussy here,” Juan announced as he backed up while dragging her with him.

“Fucking shoot him!” Tory raged.

Cotton had his gun aimed at him as did more than a dozen other men.

“Stand down men!” Python yelled.

Tory gasped as the knife cut into her skin, a drop of blood rolling down along her neck. “No! Get him!”

Cotton cocked his weapon. He wanted to so badly but if it got her throat slit, he wouldn’t be able to live with it—then he saw it.

With her hands in front of her, Tory snapped her fingers with a tiny sound almost like a whisper-snap.

Juan stared at the other men in the room as they all stepped back. His eyes bulged with confusion as they all suddenly changed their stance to fear and some of their faces had even paled. “Why are you—?”

A roar sounded.

Juan’s was startled by the odd sound as his grip on Tory loosened.

Tory snapped her head back hitting his and she got loose.

Cotton lunged and grabbed her while tossing them both to the side and onto the floor.

Juan waved the knife out, but he didn’t know at what, because none of the men approached. Confusion and terror lit along his hard, dark features.

Then a shadow of black flew up and nearly over him. He screamed.

Snarls and guttural sounds echoed out as Juan screamed again, long, and piercing—then he went silent.

The men all stood very still and some looked pale at the blood spurting from Juan’s open neck.

His body convulsed once then went still.

The dog then stepped back with stealthy grace and sat on his haunches, watching as though he would do it all again, if the man moved.

“Well, fuck,” Python stated in the quiet of the room.

Tory broke away from Cotton and walked over to Juan. Blood was everywhere, as she knelt down to Juan.

The men in the room all watched in silence.

Tory gingerly reached down and removed the man’s ring from his bloody finger. Closing her eyes, she whispered, “I got them Jeff. I got all three of them and this is what I needed to help your son. I promised him and now, I can reassure him that you got justice.”