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“Look out!” I shouted when she pulled a gun.
Misty fired several shots as she ran into a wheat field. We ducked behind her car. The ping of bullets hitting metal sent me over the edge.
The babies were crying. Fuck I wanted to get to my son, but I was focused on the bitch who’d stolen him.
I whipped my gun out. “Get the babies,” I told Storm as I ran after her.
“Dodge!” Storm yelled. “I’ll go after—”
“No!” Did he really think I’d listen during a time like this?
Hero and Track caught up with me.
“Sheriff is coming.” Hero had his gun out.
“Don’t care,” I hissed, slowing down in the yellow field. I couldn’t see where Misty had gone. I tromped through cautiously with my gun poised to shoot, watching the wheat stalks dance from side to side. Of course there had to be a breeze blowing.
What had I expected?
We were in Minnesota. Most days, it was windy, whether it was winter or summer. It made it difficult to see which way Misty had gone.
“I’m an eyewitness,” Track said, humor in his voice. “She fired first.” Leave it to him to try to calm the situation.
“And you were with her,” I hissed through gritted teeth. I didn’t like him distracting me. Typical Track.
“Yeah, but sucking cock doesn’t really count.” There he went again with the fucking humor.
Where the fuck did Misty go?
Hero snorted. “It’s oralsex, ese. It still counts.”
“Come out, you baby-stealing bitch!” I yelled, doing my best to ignore those two. “You’re not leaving this field alive.”
Misty fired again, and the whizz of the bullet went past my face.
“Son of a bitch.” I’d had enough of her. I aimed and fired three rounds in the direction her bullet had come from, praying one hit her.
“I think you hit her.” Hero took off running, first.
Track and I looked at each other, then met up with our SAA, who’d stopped twenty feet ahead of us.
“Damn, cuz. You hit her twice,” Track said with his head tilted to assess Misty.
She was on her side in the field, her eyes open and vacant.
Hero elbowed me. “Here comes Hendricks.”
I sought out Storm. I didn’t even know the condition of my boy. Both babies needed to be okay. Goddamn, they needed to be okay.
“Is that Wolf holding a baby?” Track pointed toward the ambulance.
I squinted. Sure as shit, the Russian giant had something,someonein his arms. Did that mean the baby he had was okay?
“Must be Little D,” Hero said. He pointed toward one of the black SUVs. “Storm is also holding a baby.”
I craned my neck to see, my heart hammering in my chest. Did Prez have Birdie? If one was hurt, wouldn’t they be in the ambulance?
“All right, which one of you killed her?” Hendricks’s voice came from behind us, his footsteps closing in.
