The sound of a shotgun being pulled, while quiet, has my nerves tightening as I glance over my shoulder. Ransom turns, aims, and pulls the trigger calmly, and one of the six fucking motorcycles wrecks. Ransom hit the front tire perfectly, and the fucker crashed.
One down…
There are too many men following us to tell me this isn’t a coincidence.
Marie rides toward my left and I growl when I see one of these fuckers attempting to follow her. Apparently their goal is to pick us off one by one, and that doesn’t fucking work for me. I pull my gun from under my arm, and take a shot. I decided I’m riding with my weapons out today. I have no fucks to give.
These guys are being buried today.
“It’ll be better for you to go down, fucker,” I yell. “Chase her and I’ll make your death fucking hurt.”
Marie gets space between us to get away from the Reaper, but it’s too much. I end up chasing after her and the fucker I managed to clip while also defending behind me.
She glances over her shoulder, her hair tied up in braids, and I push reassurance through the bond. I want her to keep going, because slowing down won’t help at this point. The gap has already allowed a breach in our pack.
Riding in a diagonal, Wilder and I catch up to the idiot who decided today was a good day to fuck with us, and we grab his cut. Hitting the brakes, we yank him right out of his seat as he screams before releasing him, so the motorcycle on our asses behind us runs over his body.
Ransom shoots the body on the ground as he brings up the rear, while Storm stops and puts two bullets in it to ensure he never gets up again.
…and then there were four.
Shooting two shots to my right as I ride after my girl, I listen as that biker also wrecks.
“Dead!” Storm calls out.
“What the fuck!”
“The Reaping Marauders patch in idiots,” I say conversationally, chasing the complaining club member.
“I’m going to fuck your bitch until she bleeds,” he snarls.
Kicking out on my motorcycle, I smirk as he wobbles hard. Ransom kills him with a headshot, and we speed up to avoid the crash.
“Marie!” I yell, watching as she turns sharply to the right. “She’s leading them to the cliff. Fuck, that’s smart.”
“And scary as hell,” Wilder breathes.
While he’s right, I won’t say as much. It’s simply borrowing trouble, and I refuse to do that when we have two bikers who are on our girl’s ass.
We break apart to follow her, weaving between the trees to catch up. It’s when I hear a gunshot, the screech of tires and a scream that my heart clenches, and I swear the fucker stops.
“No, no. Come on, Kitty,” Storm growls.
As he likes to say, Marie has claws. Let’s see if she has more than one life too.
Marie
“I’m gonna fuck your ass till you bleed and then fuck your cuntwith my gun, bitch,” the disgusting human behind me snarls.
The other one creeps up next to me and I have to swerve as he tries to get me to crash.
“We’ll kill your alphas and make you watch. Fang and I are going to have some fun with you,” he grunts.
Somehow, I lost my alphas in the trees behind me. I can still hear the engines, which means they’re hunting. I haven’t been keeping track of how many people they killed, but I think the last of the scum is with me. What’s wild is that my heart isn’t racing, and my breathing is normal. Apparently, a life of high stress events between nursing and my brother, I’m well versed to handle a high speed chase.
Don’t let them bait you…
I keep my visor down on my helmet to protect my eyes from the dirt we’re kicking up and remain mute to the fucked up shit they’re saying to me.
