Knotted Obsessions was pretty dormant, docile and uneventful almost. They still ran their drugs and guns, held the auctions and god knows what else; it was all routine. Normal. Business as usual.
This? Getting shot at in the back lot of the club? Somehow I don’t think it’s just another day at the office for anyone.
I hear boots crunching over gravel, heading in our direction. Probably three males, maybe four. I give Liv one of my guns as I pull two more out of the toolbox then stick another clip in her pocket to make sure we have as much cover as we can get with just the two of us.
“Do you know how to use that?” I mouth.
To which Liv responds by rolling her eyes, sticking the glock under my chin and mouthing back, “Want me to show you?”
This woman.
I swear to god she’s going to drive me insane.
Lucky for her, I like it.
“On my count.”
Liv nods as she moves the muzzle and takes the safety off of both guns.
The boots get closer as I give heroneandtwo, but I search her eyes and see the second it clicks that I wasn’t actually going to get tothreebefore acting.
We both pop up and open fire, bailing over the side of my truck to use it as cover as we do.
I count four bastards before I’m crouching next to the wheel, scanning my omega to make sure she’s unharmed.
“I’m fine,” she whispers, her chest pumping as she does the same to me. “You good?”
I nod. “I counted four.”
“Six.” Liv checks her clip. “There are two more coming from that way that haven’t fired yet.”
I lift my head and peer over the side of the truck, barely missing several bullets when I do, counting the four then look toward the tree line she referenced.
Shit.
She’s not wrong, there are two coming from that way but they’re using hand signals and pointing behind us.
Fuck.
We’re surrounded.
Surrounded and fucking trapped.
This is the last thing I expected to happen today, and if something happens to Liv because my dumbass led these bastards right to her, not only won’t I be able to forgive myself, I’ll lose the rest of my pack, too.
I have to get her out of here.
“What the hell are you doing?” I whisper as I watch Liv roll under my truck and lay on her stomach. “Liv.”
She scowls at me, silently telling me to shut the fuck up and get down then nods toward the boots walking toward where we were hiding. I can clearly see three sets from this angle, and it temporarily gives us the upper hand.
Without warning, she shoots out the ankles of two of the men, dropping them like bricks as I blow out the knees of another as he rounds the tailgate. We quickly crawl between vehicles and under her truck as what has to be another four men come running, and despite our improv, this isn’t going to save us.
We’re sitting fucking ducks out here.
“Do you have your keys?”
Liv shakes her head as we watch these bastards get closer. “It might be unlocked. I can hotwire it if I have to.”
