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My words cause Ty to plant his foot harder. Fuck, we’ll be lucky to make it there alive with the way he’s driving.
“Seat belts!” Tyler roars, not taking his eyes off the road. He obviously knows we are all here, yet he hasn’t acknowledged us.
I glance over my shoulder to see the guys scrambling to click their seatbelts in place. Mine is already on, but it doesn’t make me feel any safer right now.
Sirens blare in the distance behind us, and I glance in the mirror to see flashing lights headed in the same direction as us.
“Who the fuck is Brock?” Marcus hisses from the backseat.
“He’s the bouncer at the Feast nights.” I grip the grab handle above the door as we take a corner, and the car slides.
“The sex club?” Simon asks.
“Yes.” I nod, releasing a breath as the car rights itself just in time to miss a fucking power pole.
“And Brian’s brother is Terence Hill? That’s the Master dude?” Garrett asks this time, and I nod again.
“Yes, although I didn’t know they were brothers.”
“Fuck!” Tyler bellows, slamming his hand on the steering wheel over and over.
“Calm down, man. We need to be alive to help her.” I remind him, and he snarls but manages to calm himself. His face is contorted in pain, his nostrils flaring as he fights a battle inside his head.
“She’s strong, Ty.”
His eyes dart to me. “I know she is.” He snaps. “Not the point! This shouldn’t have fucking happened!”
His temper rises again, and I drag my eyes from him as my phone vibrates again.
Derek
More gunshots.
Shaun
Get in the house and keep mama safe.
Is Dad there?
Get his shotgun if you need to.
I don’t know who is shooting over at Vixen’s Lodge, and as much as I want Kitten to be safe, I also need my family to be safe.
Derek
Dad is heading inside now from the shed.
I’ll keep them safe.
Mama is on the phone with the police.
“Derek just said there are more gunshots,” I announce, and Simon loses it.
“I can’t fucking take this.” I glance into the back seat to see his hands fisted, tugging on his hair as his eyes fill with tears. “What if we are too late?” Simon yells.
“Calm down. We need to remain calm and level-headed so we can help Rhys properly.” Garrett’s deep voice rasps, his arm wrapping around Simon’s shoulder as he holds him to his side. “Stay strong for our girl. She needs us. We can fall apart later when this is all over, but for now, we focus on how the fuck we can help her if someone is shooting.”
“What if it’s her that’s shooting? Maybe she got hold of a gun?” Marcus offers, and fuck, I hope he’s right. I hope she blows their heads right the fuck off.
