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I kicked and fought as hard as I could to break free from Guardrail’s hold, but he was too strong for me. Gasping for air, I tried to catch my breath as my protector approached us. "Put her down," Scott said quietly, his voice low and commanding. However, Guardrail, refused to release me and warned Snare to stay back.
Scott raised his weapon and his voice turned menacing. "I said get the fuck away from her," he growled. But the man behind me was not intimidated and held a knife to my throat. Scott froze a few feet away, seething with anger, while Guardrail threatened to harm me if he dared to approach any further. Despite the danger, I kept my eyes on my biker, who looked ready to charge like a bull.
"I think you should just let me go," I whispered, hoping to defuse the situation. But Guardrail was determined to protect me. "Fuck that. You're on my property, bitch. And your man just banged up my brothers. Don't think for one second that I'm gonna let you go," he declared, his voice cold and unforgiving.
"Talk to me, not her!" Scott called out, taking control of the situation.
I could sense his growing anger with each passing second. "I'm not in the mood for this shit," he muttered. As he reached over to his side, I gasped at the sight of blood on his hand.
Guardrail sneered. "Looks like my boy hit you good. Now put the fucking gun down, or I'll do the same to this pretty thing."
"I fucking hate repeating myself, man. So I'm gonna give you to the count of three," Snare warned, lifting his weapon to the level of his head.
“Go fuck yourself.” Guardrail growled.
“One.” Scott shouted.
Guardrail laughed, but his mirth was cut short as Scott took a step forward. The knife Guardrail held nicked my neck, and I whimpered as blood trickled down my skin. Scott’s eyes darkened, and his stare turned cold and deadly. This was the bad man he mentioned. The reason for his name.
"Two," he announced, his hand steady despite his injuries. I met his gaze, and his eyes softened for a moment before he looked down at the ground. I followed his gaze, fully understanding what he was asking of me. In that split second, I went limp in Guardrail's arms.
He had no choice but to hold me up, and that left him vulnerable to the shooter in front of him. The bullet struck him in the head, and he dropped instantly as I screamed, scrambling to get away from him.
Snare's grip was firm as he pulled me close. “Are you alright?” He asked, pushing my hair our of my face as he cradled it.
“Yes. Are you?”
“I’ll live. Let’s go.” We ran towards the opposite side of the house, leaving everything behind in our haste, not daring to look back as we sprinted down the path leading to the road where his bike lay hidden. Without a word we both climbed on, the engine roaring to life as Scott accelerated.
I held on tightly to him as we sped away from the chaos and danger that had threatened our lives just moments ago. The peaceful moment we had shared earlier felt like a distant memory now, the warm glow of the sun replaced by the cold darkness of fear and uncertainty.
I couldn't stop the tears from welling up in my eyes as we raced away, the wind whipping through my hair. But I knew that crying was pointless, and that I needed to focus on fighting back. I took a deep breath and steadied myself, ready for whatever came next. Because was a way better alternative as long as I had him by my side.
12
JAMESON
The phone rangat three in the morning. I answered quickly, not wanting to disturb Sadie's sleep.
"Hello?"
"Prez, it's Ripper."
"This better be worth my time, Rip? It's three in the damn morning." I warned as I placed my arm over my eyes, my voice groggy and hoarse. Sadie stirred beside me, draping her leg over mine.
"I got a man down, Prez."
"Who? Not one of my guys, I hope."
"His name's Guardrail. Been a member since Rancid's time. You know how that’s been going. He's been causing trouble and it seems he found it, with one of your men."
"Which one?"
"Some guy named Snare. Blow’s telling me he lent him the safehouse for a few nights.”
"Shit." I rubbed my eyes, feeling the weight of the situation.
Sitting up in bed, I carefully moved Sadie's arm to the pillow before getting up. As I walked to the hall to answer the phone, she groaned and asked where I was going.
