“I’ll handle it,” Dad said. “You finish getting all that sorted.”
“Sure,” I said, though my tone was also upbeat—which caused Isaac to scowl at me, “I’ll carry all the heavy shit for you, old man, while you go chat.”
Dad flipped me off but kept moving toward the front of the house.
I looked over at Isaac as I went back to the truck and pulled more lumber from the bed. “So whatisyour problem?”
“Who said I had a problem, dickhead?”
My brows shot up as I stared at him. He grimaced. “Fine. It’s just-”
The sound of gunfire interrupted his response and both our heads snapped toward the front of the house.
“What the fuck?” I barked, feet already moving, pulling my Glock from its holster. Arizona was an open carry state—though I also had a concealed carry permit—and I always carried on jobs. You never knew what kind of whacked out fuckers you’d meet.
Isaac had his own pistol in his hand as we both hauled ass around the side of the house.
“Get down!”
My gaze zeroed in on where Dad was crouched down beside the opposite side of the deck from us. It wasn’t cover—cover would stop bullets. It was barely concealment for him and there were men spilling out of the SUV and heading toward us.
“Who the fuck are they?” Isaac shouted across the porch.
I didn’t give a shit who they were. Aiming, I squeezed the trigger, sending the men scattering like the fucking roaches they were. One went down. Dad and Isaac followed my example, keeping them pinned.
“Didn’t get a chance to fucking ask,” Dad bellowed back. “Bastards just started shooting!”
“Dad, back to the truck!” I yelled over to him. “We need to get out of here.” The Gruebers didn’t live in one of those cookie cutter neighborhoods that were so common in Phoenix, but they did have neighbors. It wasn’t an idle place to get into a shootout by any means. Plus, there was the pesky fact that we were outnumbered, and out gunned.
I covered my father and brother as they made a mad dash to the back of the property. As soon as the truck pulled up beside me, I hopped in. Isaac was laying down suppressive fire for me. My arm immediately went out the window and I kept firing as Dad sped away.
“Who the fuck!” Isaac snapped from the backseat.
I ground my teeth together. “Pretty sure I know.” I looked over at Dad. “Sorry. I think it’s that club business I was telling you about.” I’d only given Dad and Isaac enough info that they could keep an eye out. They didn’t know everything.
“Thought you weren’t expecting trouble yet?” Dad’s eyes flicked over to me.
“Looks like we were wrong about that.”
He exhaled slowly. “We’ve never minded the club stuff,” he said, “but I have to say, I don’t like that you’re in the middle of this kind of shit. Bad enough when you three were in the military and getting shot at. But now?”
“I know, Dad. We only take on the shitbags though. You know that.”
“I know.”
“It makes our city safer for everyone.”
“I know.”
I glanced over at him. There was a grim set to his mouth. “But?”
“Still don’t have to fucking like it that my sons are the ones who have to take out the trash.”
Nodding, I slapped a hand on his shoulder. “I get that.”
“Here they come. Step on it,” Isaac called out. He was turned in the seat, watching our six.
No sooner had the words left his mouth than the back window shattered, making him cuss and duck as glass sprayed over him.
