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Hawk
Music was pumping through the outdoor speakers as the brothers who weren’t on watch stood around the tables on the large paved area outside the back door of the clubhouse and sipped on their beers or whatever they were drinking. On their left was an enormous braai built out of breeze blocks where two prospects were cooking steaks and boerewors on a grid set over glowing coals. Large cooler boxes were set beneath the tables that had been arranged in a large semi-circle. Ostensibly those boxes were filled with ice and beer but they were not. They were filled with extra guns and ammunition.
The tables were heavily reinforced, and in actual fact would be tipped over and become a defensive wall the minute the attackers gained entrance to the compound.
Everyone knew the pigs would be descending on them when gunshots were reported coming from the compound. So they had to be seen as the innocent party by those bastards and that was why they were having a braai. But it was a braai with a difference. Only brothers were invited, no bitches. The women would stay out of sight.
A prospect and two patched brothers were tasked with the job of collecting every single illegal firearm used by the club after the bullets stopped flying, and dropping the bags of weapons in a steel storage bin cleverly hidden beneath the row of black wheelie rubbish bins. The two prospects busy with the meat would immediately fill the empty coolers with ice and water and dump the waiting cases of beer in them, destroying any evidence that might cling to them. An easy clean up. If everything went to plan.
Hawk knew it wouldn’t be that easy. The Iron Dogz would be in trouble the same as their attackers once those fucking bullets stopped flying. The pigs had been looking for an excuse to get inside one of their compounds for a very long time and this was going to seem like Christmas came early for them. They would want to find anything that would enable them to get warrants to raid all the other chapters across the country. In anticipation of that happening the entire compound had been scrubbed clean of anything even remotely linked to illegal activity. Hawk had grinned at the amount of weed that was taken away to be stored at a safe location.
The clean-up meant the removal of quite a few of Mad Dogs toys to a safe location, which was in the bunker next door. He accompanied his toys and would continue tracking their enemies from down there. The communications room had been cleaned and set up to look like the only thing they monitored was the outside and inside of the compound. Nothing was left to chance.
The women helped to clean the club and afterward the hang around pussies, who were only allowed to clean the common areas and bathrooms, were sent home. Then the old ladies and the club girls were escorted through the tunnel into the bunker. Hawk sent DC with them with strict instructions to Spanner, the brother who would be watching over them, that he had to make sure she stayed put.
He knew his little bird, and he knew she would be chomping at the bit to join the fight, but he could not allow that to happen. She was too important to him. He would not be able to concentrate on the job at hand if he had to worry about her safety. The last time he had checked on her she had been with Mad Dog in his new operations room. She had been concentrating and furiously typing on a laptop and Mad Dog had rolled his eyes when Hawk raised his eyebrows. He had silently backed out of the room and gone back to the clubhouse without disturbing her.
There were two entrances to the compound, the heavily fortified front entrance with guard posts and the smaller back entrance that was fortified and protected but not as heavily as the front. It was through that back entrance that they were expecting the attackers to send their main force. It was here that Gav had set up their main defensive line. Shallow foundation trenches had already been dug on either side of the entrance for the guardhouse they were going to build. Gav was using those trenches, he set small charges he would control from a central point that would force the attackers into a narrow corridor where they would have no cover at all.
Along with the small charges he had a lot of fireworks that was set to go off with the explosions around the back gates. The fireworks would hopefully cover some of the noise. Plus it would totally confuse the attackers and light up the sky, making them easier to see. They were all expecting the bastards to mess with the electricity supply. Gav had taken great care to ensure that the inevitable investigation would not implicate the Iron Dogz. It would all land on the shoulders of the attackers.
The attack came just after midnight and from the back entrance as expected. The bastards blew the heavy steel gates to smithereens, and lethal pieces flew like angry bees across the back lawn. If they hadn’t been expecting the attack the Iron Dogz would have been decimated by the flying pieces of the gate. Fortunately for the Dogz they had been watching and the reinforced tables were tipped on their sides shielding the men crouching behind them.
They were ready for the attackers who came streaming through the wrecked entrance. Hawk waited until most of the bastards were through the gate before he gave Gav the nod. Fireworks and explosions went off simultaneously and the disoriented attackers dived for cover. But there was none.
Then they were all firing at each other and Hawk could hear the sounds of bullets hitting his table almost constantly. It seemed that he was the focus of the attack. But how the fuck did they know which table shielded him? Around him his men returned fire and the attackers went down because there was nowhere to hide.
In the distance they could hear the sounds of sirens coming fast and the clean-up immediately started even though some of the attackers were still firing at them. It was fast and very efficient and by the time the pigs arrived the scene had been set.
Headlights and flashing blue lights filled the night as the pigs crowded around the blown open back gate. Screaming orders they rushed through the gates and had the attackers on the ground with their hands behind their heads before they approached the Iron Dogz. Hawk and his men slowly rose with their hands in the air and guns left on the ground as the pigs surrounded them.
There were brothers who had been injured and Hawk wanted them seen to as soon as possible. Towards the end of the fight Hotdog had run to the front gates and had them opened to let in the emergency vehicles and the rest of the damned pigs who were now streaming through both gates. Shouting orders and pushing and shoving his men onto the ground.
Thank fuck they had all dropped their guns where they had been crouching behind the tables so no one was accidentally-on-purpose shot by the assholes tearing through their property.
He hadn’t had time to call Mad Dog and he hoped like hell his side of the operation had gone down without any problems. He was tasked with leading the women back into the clubhouse once he was sure it was safe so they could further confuse the pigs.
Hotdog came walking back towards him, a cop on either side of him pushing him along, his hands cuffed behind his back.
And Hawk had had enough.
“What the fuck is going on here? We were attacked and you are cuffing my men and leaving those bastards free to fucking run off. Our women ...”
The sound of women screaming in fear suddenly ripped through the air and Hawk along with the others immediately swung around. Molly came stumbling out of the back door, her face bloody and Hotdog howled with rage as he tried to get to her.
Hawk ran, he flat out ran, ignoring the shouts behind him as he ran into the clubhouse where pandemonium reigned. Mad Dog lay in a pool of blood on the floor along with two of the club girls.
His eyes raced over the woman crouched on the floor next to his fallen brother, searching for her. He didn’t find her. His little bird wasn’t in the room.
What. The. Fuck.
“Brother...they...took...” Mad Dog struggled to talk as blood gurgled in his throat.
Hawk fell on his knees next to him, ripped his kutte and shirt off then stuffed the shirt against the knife wounds in Mad Dogs’ chest and side.
“Who took her, brother?”
“Ffffour...fuck...ing...pigs. Came...in...stabbed me...and girls, beat Molly. Don’t...trust...pigs. En...e...my.” His eyes closed on his last words.
“You fucking stay with us, Mad. Don’t give up brother, we’ve got you.” Hawk ground through tight lips.
He moved when the EMT’s arrived and took over, immediately starting to work on Mad Dog and the fallen girls. Slowly turning he looked at the watching fucking pigs and growled. They all had their guns pointed at him. Glaring at them he slowly slid his phone out of his front pocket, slid his thumb across the face and called Gerhard Van Wyk. Thank fuck he was in Durban. His orders were short and easy to follow.
“Don’t say a word. There’s help on the way and I will be there soon.”
Hawk stood holding his phone and glaring at the pigs as he seethed. They were wasting time and every minute wasted meant that the fuckers got further and further away with his little bird.
They had expected the fucking pigs to be nervous and that they would be holding them while they cleared up the situation but something wasn’t right. His men were being cuffed and dragged outside but he saw not one of the attackers being dragged towards the front of the clubhouse where most of the vans were congregated.
His woman had been abducted during the attack and all these fuckers were interested in was arresting the men and women associated with his club.
His phone pinged and he saw it was a text from Wolf.
Following. Running silent. Not pigs. Need backup.
The fear and rage in his gut calmed a little, but only a little. His brother would stay on her and if he could he would get her back, but he needed help. He deleted the text and forwarded Gerhard’s details to Wolf before he deleted that too.
Then he sent a two word text. Jag Skel
Wolf would know what to do. Even with all the shit going down between the Dogz and the Warriors, Hawk knew that Skelly would lose his shit if anything happened to DC. He would send Wolf the backup he needed.
Slipping his phone back in his pocket he watched as Mad Dog was stabilised, placed on a gurney and rushed from the room. The same with the two club girls.
As the EMT’s left with the wounded a short, cocky little fuck strutted into the room and smirked as he came to a halt in front of him, his hands ostentatiously clasped behind his back. Hawk looked down at the piece of shit and waited. He didn’t have to wait long.
“Arresting one of the most notorious motorcycle gang leaders in the country is going to look very, very good on my record. Can’t believe you lot are so feared. You are nothing but a bunch of pussies. We took you down without firing a single shot.”
Hawk still said nothing.
“I am making my career with this arrest. I’ve got you on drug distribution, gun running, human trafficking, murder and whatever else I feel like adding to the docket.”
Hawk smiled. “What is your name, officer?”
He puffed out his meagre little chest and said ever so importantly. “Captain Warren Samuels.”
Nodding Hawk just looked at the little shmuck, not saying another word.
They were cuffed and pushed out the door where they were roughly shoved to the ground. Hawk lifted his head slightly and slowly turned to look at Hotdog who was lying next to him, the man was beside himself with rage. Molly lay not too far from him, her hands tightly bound behind her back, her bloody face shoved into the gravel drive where one of the bastards had unceremoniously dropped her. She had passed out from the pain. The fuckers had refused her medical attention.
The fucking bastards thought they could do what they wanted because they had smashed all the machines in the communications room. Little did they know. The cameras were still running, the feed going directly to Mad Dog’s new communications room in the bunker. They would have them all once this fuck up was done.
Gerhard was going to take the SAPS to the cleaners for their treatment of his brothers and the women. Especially the women.
But that was not what he was worried about now. He was worried about his woman because one of the girls had whispered that she had been badly beaten with a baton before the bastards took her. They beat her because she had defended Molly and the other women.
This shit had Winifred Maingarde written all over it.
The bitch had his woman and he knew DC would never be the same if they didn’t get her back soon. The Maingarde’s had a cold as fuck torturer they used to get information from whoever was unlucky enough to fall in their clutches. And his little bird was now in their clutches. And she knew way too much about a lot of things.
A loud disturbance at the gate had the laughing and boasting pigs turning and the next minute a man dressed in a black tactical gear with a badge on a thin chain around his neck came striding towards them. His short dark blonde hair and moustache was flecked with grey and one look at his face let them all know that he was pissed.
“Who’s in charge of this cluster fuck?” He clipped out.
“I am.” The little shmuck answered. “Who are you and what are you doing at my crime scene?”
“Name.” The newcomer clipped out and the little pencil dick answered. “Captain Warren Samuels, and who are you?”
“Are you working with a team on this arrest?” The new guy ignored his question.
“Yes, these men here are on my team.”
“Good. So you responded to the 10111 call? Or were you already here watching the premises?”
That was an interesting question. But what was infinitely more interesting were the men in black tactical gear surrounding them, all wearing black masks that only left their eyes visible and carrying automatic weapons.
“I received a tipoff and led my team here. We arrived soon after the fighting started. We entered through the front gate after it was opened by one of the suspects and arrested everyone here.”
The new guy nodded. “Where are the men who initiated the attack?”
That was something Hawk wanted to know as well.
“I left them with some of the other officers at the back of the property where they gained entrance. Arresting the Iron Dogz was my top priority.”
“What are the charges, Samuels?”
The little shit smirked. “Distribution of illegal substances, gun running, human trafficking and murder is what I have so far. I’m sure I’ll be adding more to the docket as the night progresses.”
Again the nod. “Show me the evidence.”
And then the little fucker started hedging. “I’ve got a file at my office. And we will be checking all the firearms found on the premises tonight. So far we haven’t found any other guns or drugs but I know it’s here, it has to be. If I have to dig up this entire compound I’ll find it.”
“Do you have probable cause to search the premises, Samuels? Or did you take the law into your own hands and did a dirty search? Where’s your warrant?”
“I don’t have a warrant, not yet. We were invited in so I don’t need one to arrest them. But I will get one for a further search. There’s enough here to hold them all until I have it. One of the men they shot will surely give us the necessary evidence to take this nest of criminals down.”
The man nodded. “So, just to clarify, you walked in here, on a tip that will be investigated, and arrested the men and women who had been attacked, leaving their attackers with a few officers at the back of the property. Those suspects weren’t arrested but where left with four officers to watch over them. Officers that would have been overpowered and those suspects would have been in the wind, never to be seen again.”
Hawk watched as the little bastard stuttered and spluttered through an explanation.
“Luckily for you, Samuels, I had men stationed at the back of the property and took those suspects into custody before any harm could befall the officers. Your gross overstepping of the bounds of your jurisdiction will be reported to your superiors as will the arrest of these men and women.”
Hawk had had enough of their fucking back and forth and time wasting.
“Could you fucking get these fucking ties off me. Four of his men entered our clubhouse, attacked and stabbed one of my men, they beat up the woman lying over there and stabbed two others and abducted my old lady. Check with the hospital if you need fucking proof. I need to get out of here to look for my woman before those fuckers hurt her even more.”
One of the men in the black masks had gone solid as Hawk laid it out for them and before he even finished speaking the ties around his wrists were being cut and he was helped to his feet.
“How do you know this is what happened?” Hawk knew that voice. Knew it very fucking well. Rick fucking Townsend.
“Mad Dog was still conscious when I got to him. Between him and the other women I got a report of what went down. That’s how I fucking know. DC tried to protect the women and helped Molly to get away before they could kill her. And those four bastards beat her with batons until she collapsed then took her.” Hawk growled. “Now get me the fuck out of here so I can find my woman.”
The man in charge turned back to the smirking little fuck. “Samuels, you and the men in your team are under arrest. You will be held under suspicion of corruption, aiding and abetting a criminal, conspiracy to commit murder, assault with intent, and those are just a few of the charges I can think of right now. Arrest the fucking bastards and take them away. I’ll get to them later.”
Samuels and his little band of fucks disappeared into the back of a big black van, all the while protesting bitterly. Hawk didn’t watch as it left the compound. All he wanted to do was find DC.
Slipping his phone out he called Wolf. No answer. He tried Skel. Same thing. No one answered their fucking phones. What the fuck was happening out there?
He had to find her. Fast.
“Do we have a prisoner?” Hawk gritted through clenched teeth.
“Fuck, yes.” Hotdog snarled. “We got three.”
Hawk gave a short nod. He would get the information even if he had to cut the flesh off in strips from each of those fuckers. They were going to talk.
The guy in charge of the group in black was suddenly back, his hand held out. “Mr Walker, I’m Inspector Marnus van Blerk, head of the trafficking taskforce. I’m sorry you and your club had to go through that nonsense. I know for a fact your club is fairly clean and have been for a very long time. Let us take it from here. I promise we will find Ms Michaels and return her to you.”
Hawk snarled and shook his head. “Don’t trust you or any of those fucking SAPS fucks. I will find my woman and the sooner all of you get off our premises the better.”
“Don’t fucking do this, Hawk.” Rick snapped through that stupid black mask of his.
Hawk shook his head with an angry sigh. “The longer you fuck with me the further away those bastards get with her. You fucking know who’s behind this shit and you’re wasting my time. Let me do what I do. We’ll share what we find but there is no way in hell I’ll sit and wait for you fucks to bring her home.”
Marnus van Blerk nodded. “Okay, as long as you include us in the search.”
Hawk nodded in agreement. There was no way he could exclude Rick, by his voice Hawk knew he was as pissed off and as worried and scared as what he was.
With another nod Hawk walked back into the clubhouse.
He had an interrogation waiting for him.
