Page 95 of Twisted Fate

I pulled them from my pocket but scowled as I handed them over to him.

“I can drive!”

“You’re a good shot too. I’ll drive and you shoot, okay? Once we’re in the car, I need you to call one of the Psychos and tell them to meet us at my warehouse. They know where to go,” he ordered, giving me no choice but to nod as I followed him through the house.

I grabbed my gun from the kitchen drawer on the way past, giving him a startled look when he walked towards the front door.

“We can’t just…”

“Stay behind me, okay? I’ll get you out of here, but you have to help cover me,” he said calmly, waiting for me to agree before he opened the door.

Bullets flew and adrenaline pumped through my body as we ran towards the Corvette, firing back blindly until we jumped in.

We floored it, driving along the old road and past the Psycho’s shed, leaving the Soldiers behind us.

My heart was racing between the rush and fear, knowing I’d become too used to the chaos as I noticed how relaxed my hands were.

Why were they not shaking?

I quickly called Diesel, who answered just as I let off a shot behind us as a car suddenly came into view.

“Donovan, what are you up to? I… was that a fucking gun shot?” He snapped, making me scowl as I kept my eye out over my shoulder.

“Yes. Tell the crew to meet me at the Devil’s warehouse.”

“What the fuck for?”

“Just do it, Diesel! The Soldiers just shot my fucking house up!” I shouted, hearing Hunter curse as he skidded around the corner and onto the main road.

Glass shattered, and Diesel started shouting at me.

“Where the fuck are you?!”

“On the way to the warehouse, so meet me there!” I snapped, causing him to growl.

“How the fuck do you know how to get to…”

“Hunter’s with me. Call the others and tell them to get there now!” I snapped before hanging up.

Men asked the stupidest questions at the stupidest times.

Hunter glanced at me as I fired shots out the side window, his voice surprisingly calm.

“Hey, hang on. Nearly there.”

“I don’t want this at your warehouse. Crew wars aren’t…”

“Well you’re safest there, so shut the fuck up,” he argued, turning a corner sharply and driving down a dirt road that lead us straight to a massive warehouse.

The doors closed behind us the moment he drove in and shut off the engine, and he instantly climbed out to talk to his guys while I took a breather.

I was not fit enough for all that running around kind of bullshit.

When I climbed out of the car, one of his crew members motioned towards me and Hunter’s gaze darted over to me with a curse.

“Everyone meet in the main room. Let the Psychos in but keep the Soldiers the fuck out. I’ll help her.”

My body was starting to hurt, and I went to glance at my shoulder as it started to burn, but Hunter grabbed my chin gently and met my gaze.