The air was filled with the roaring of Harleys as five to seven bikes flew up alongside the gate opening. There was a split second for me to turn off my safety before they opened fire. Chaos erupted to my right as women ran inside and sons drew their weapons and returned fire. I emptied my first clip at the bikes and dropped it and slammed a new one in just as Chibs dove over beside me. I continued shooting as my ears buzzed and my hearing faded out. I managed to shoot one in the shoulder as Chibs took out his knee and he and his bike fell to the ground.
With that the assailants peeled away and left their companion on the ground, but not before ensuring he wasn't able to talk. I stood up as Tara started to run towards me. I whistled sharply and threw my hand up for her to stop. I pulled my secondary out of my saddlebag and ran up to the gate that two prospects were in the process of closing. Instinctively I checked the area before going back to Tara. She was shaken, but not so much as to keep from yelling at me.
"What in the hell were you thinking staying out there! You should have run inside with the rest of us." She shoved me hard on the shoulder. I took a deep breath and looked at her incredulously.
"Tara, I don't know what you think I was doing out at day camp for the last six years. I was fucking military police. What do you want me to do cower and let people get hurt?" I yelled at her. I ejected my magazine and cleared the chamber before putting my pistol back in the saddlebag.
"You want to let your boyfriend and his club have a shoot out but bitch at me when I'm the only one here trained for that shit?" I grabbed my helmet and gripped it tightly, furious at her for berating me. "Fuck it!" I said, slamming my helmet on a little too forcefully. I cranked up my Harley and peeled out to the gate. The prospect at the gate was too shocked to deny me exit and rolled the metal gate out of my way.
CHIBS POV
Tara smacked Jax in the chest and looked at him expectantly. He looked down at her and ran his hand through his hair.
"She doesn't like me, Tara. What do you want me to do, chase after her?" Jax looked frustrated and Tara looked like she was going to scream and cry at the same time. She just nodded. Jax rubbed his palm down his face.
"Jacky boy, I'll go." I said as I started my bike. "I get where she's coming from bettah than you probably do." He nodded and I raced out of the lot, looking for a pissed of soldier with a loaded gun.