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Grabbing my hand, I didn’t have a choice as he pulled me towards the emergency exit. Once outside, I saw two SUVs waiting as Kansas was arguing with someone.
“What the fuck!” Montana roared. “Why are you still here?”
“Vehicle is dead,” Kansas shouted as he hurried Kali over to the other SUV.
“Fuck,” Montana cursed. “Hurry,baby. Get in.”
Climbing in, I scooted over as Montana got in after me. Sitting behind us were Kansas and Kali. As soon as the door was closed, the SUV sped away. Looking back, I saw the brothers scatter.
“What about the others? We can’t leave them.”
“They will find their own way home. Baby, put your seat belt on.”
My hands were shaking as I reached for the belt. I tried, but I couldn’t get the seat to click into place. Montana rested his hand over mine. “Breathe, baby. It’s going to be alright,” he said, clicking the belt into place for me.
“Where to, Prez?” Ashe asked, turning forcefully onto the main street as cars honked loudly.
“Stone House!” Kansas yelled from the back seat.
“No!” Montana retorted. “The clubhouse. We rendezvous at the clubhouse.”
“York,” I whispered. “Oh God, Montana. We have to get to York!”
“He’s safe, baby. Dad and the Rejects picked him and Mom up an hour ago. They are already at the clubhouse,” he informed me, as several bikes roared up behind us, surrounding us.
“My God, this is a clusterfuck,” Kansas cursed. “We’re going to have cops all over us.”
“Worry about that later. Right now, we need to get to safety.”
I tried listening to Montana and Kansas as they talked. I really did, but my mind kept going back to all those wounded people back at the Gala. The moment I knew what I wanted to do growing up, I made it my personal mission to help anyone in need. It damn near killed me to leave those injured to fend for themselves. Logically, I knew the police and paramedics would show quickly, but every minute counted when someone was dealing with a bullet wound.
Looking out the window, I watched as the city flew by, a brother dressed in all black beside us, keeping pace as we weaved in and out of traffic. One minute, the rider was beside me, the next he was flying over his bike as he slammed into an oncoming car.
“FUCK!” Ashe roared, spinning the car to the right. My shoulder hit the side of the car hard, causing me to cry out as a car coming up beside us exploded. One minute I was sitting next to Montana, the next he pulled me down into his lap.
Gunshots rang out all around as I covered my ears.
Tears fell freely as I closed my eyes and pictured my beautiful little boy. I wanted so much to be with him right now.
To hold him.
To kiss him.
To tell him I loved him.
“Get down, Kansas!” Montana roared, as he fired his weapon several times as the SUV once again took another sharp turn. I did not know where we were at, if we were even close to the clubhouse. All I knew was I wanted this madness to stop. I needed it too.
“BRACE!” someone shouted, right before I felt as if someone lifted into the air, hovering motionless, flightless as if I weighed nothing, then as quick as it began, I felt myself falling before a bone chilling coldness wrapped itself around me, taking me deep into a dark abyss.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Montana
The second I heard Ashe shout brace, I knew what was about to happen. I knew the route he took. We planned for every contingency. We left nothing to chance.
When Dakota walked into the boardroom yesterday morning and told me we needed to talk, I thought it was about his assignment with the club. Not that he learned Petrovitch was in the city. I didn’t bother asking him how he got the information. None of that mattered. If my brothers said that motherfucker was here, then I believed him. Dakota had always had an uncanny ability to know everything. That ability served him well during his time in the military. Thanks to his information, we had time to plan.
All of us did.
