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I did the only thing I could think of: shut her pretty mouth and get her to listen. My head lowered, and I smashed my lips to hers, drawing her into my chest at the same time. It wasn’t supposed to be a kiss that meant anything other than distraction. I shouldn’t have deepened the connection, forcing my tongue into her mouth. My cock thickened as the kiss seemed to awaken something primal inside. A need so fierce that I hardly contained it.
I longed to trace the curves of her body with my fingertips and groaned, reluctantly pulling away. Callie’s chest heaved, and her eyes closed as she swayed against me. I took advantage of the moment to place the helmet over her head, securing the strap under her chin. “C’mon, beautiful. We need to move. Now.”
Her eyes snapped open, cloudy as the sky after a storm. “Hawk—”
She never got a chance to finish her sentence.
A bullet whizzed past her head, lodging into the hospital’s stucco façade.
Fuck!
Chapter 7
Callie screamed asI pulled her to my bike and threw a leg over it, kicking up the stand and starting the engine as a low rumble roared to life beneath me. “Get on!”
She didn’t hesitate, slamming her bottom onto the seat and wrapping her arms around my waist.
I sped off, zooming across the parking lot and around a parked ambulance, increasing the speed as I blew by two Dirty Death MC members jumping on their rides.
Fuck. Me.
I heard the engines growling behind us and knew the DDMC was in pursuit. I couldn’t let them reach us or get close enough to fire off any shots. Callie was a fucking target behind me. I wasn’t allowing her to stay that vulnerable or end up hurt because of me or the club.
We whipped out of the parking lot at top speed, making a wide arc down the street and around the block, straight through a red light. Cars honked as I lowered my head, concentrating on the intersection looming ahead. If only it was the middle of the night, I wouldn’t have to worry about any of these cages ramming into us.
There were too many fucking vehicles on the road.
I steered the bike to the left, rolling up over the curb as Callie squealed, gripping my cut as we caught air for about two seconds, slamming back down on the asphalt with a vicious jerk. The rear tire fishtailed, and my bike swerved, but I didn’t slow down.
We rode over the sidewalk, barreling through pedestrians like they were fucking pins in a bowling alley. No, I didn’t hit anyone, but they sure dived out of the way. Smirking, I rolled the throttle toward me and shifted gears, grunting as the engine revved. I thought I heard a gunshot as something bit into my side, but I ignored the sting, focusing on weaving in and out of the traffic.
Behind us, I heard a crash and knew the Dirty Death wasn’t far behind. “Hold on!” I shouted, spotting the oversized semi pulling out of a restaurant and onto the road. If I timed this right . . .
The truck driver honked as we cut him off, finishing his turn as he yelled out his window at us. Callie smacked my arm as I laughed, relieved to find the other motorcycles couldn’t follow us yet. We needed to lose them, but the desert didn’t hide much. All I needed to do was confuse our scent and wait it out, hoping they’d give up with the evening crowd. If Crow was right, those Dirty Death members were trackers.
The Downtown commercial corridor, known as the Water Street District, was a place to shop, dine, and visit the casinos. If we could reach the parking garage off Market Street, I could find a place for us to hide my bike. There was a bar friendly to the club. They’d provide cover for a few hours until nightfall.
