Total pages in book: 123
Estimated words: 114819 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 574(@200wpm)___ 459(@250wpm)___ 383(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 114819 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 574(@200wpm)___ 459(@250wpm)___ 383(@300wpm)
Several of the Disciples brothers stood in a circle in front of the warehouse doors. He didn’t see Dev’s father with them, but Fox’s Harley was parked next to the others.
Relief flooded in a rush of emotions when he spotted Dev standing on the opposite side of the building, unseen by and away from the group. Dev’s phone was stuck to his ear, whoever he spoke to had his undivided attention. He stood chin to chest, staring at the ground. He hadn’t noticed Cash’s arrival.
Joe’s name appeared on the screen, interrupting Collins’s call.
“I’m at the shop,” Cash said to Lily. “Something’s definitely up. I’ll see what I can find out.” His finger poised to accept Joe’s call.
“Keep me posted,” Lily said. The call ended.
He accepted Joe’s call as Diesel came around the trunk of his car, the biker’s pace double-timing it toward his bike parked close by.
“Get your boy outta here,” Diesel hissed without making direct eye contact with Cash as he hiked a leg over the seat, steadying the weight of the bike between his thighs. “Somethin’s goin’ down. It’s not good.”
“Like what?” Cash asked, slamming his door shut while bringing the phone to his ear. He started toward Dev while keeping his attention on Diesel.
Diesel’s hard direct stare pinned Cash. “Whoever’s on the other end of that call that brought Dev outside, most likely means he’s on the choppin’ block too.” The bike started on a roar. Diesel was off in seconds flat.
“You’re with Dev?” Joe asked. Cash had to force himself not to take off at a dead run. He pushed down an anxiety-filled panic so it didn’t consume him.
“Yeah, I just got here.”
Fox stepped outside the bike shop’s warehouse doors. He looked angry and in a huff, walking briskly toward his club brothers standing in the lot.
Every one of Cash’s senses went to high alert. He took everything in, but kept his steps even to avoid triggering any suspicion from the brothers. His heart hammered violently against his chest. Where the hell was Trace?
Cash had barely gotten past his car when the vicious, rapid-fire pop of automatic weapons sounded off close by. Instinctually, Cash ducked, dropping his cell phone to reach for his weapon as the bullets’ violent percussion drummed into all the surfaces around him.
He identified multiple weapons as he registered the bursts of various gunfire, followed by magazine dumps, and then a crescendo as another round began. The sound was deafening, echoing off the metal building, the concrete pavement, and everything in between, all in seconds flat.
No one stood a chance against what hailed down on them. His only saving grace was that their initial target didn’t appear to be him.
Cash’s head swung from the group of brothers who fell to the ground to where Dev stood on the side of the building. Between the two focal points, Trace sprinted in tactical position against the side of the building, running toward Dev. His weapon was drawn. He ran with no fear.
Devin. The name vibrated through Cash’s mind. Fear rocked him to his core as he spotted Dev coming around the corner of the building, standing at full height. His biker appeared fierce and unafraid, fists drawn in the air, ready to take on the gunmen with nothing more than brute strength.
No… Dev didn’t stand a chance.
Cash took off running toward the insane man. Dev dropped his head, chin to chest, his eyes focused on the target. He was a bull, ready to charge. So was Cash. He burst forward, launching himself toward Dev, ready to take the bullets meant for his love.
As he made contact with Dev’s upper body, sudden silence confused his senses. The volley of gunfire ceased for as long as a single heartbeat. The second or two played in slow motion before a final shot burst through the air. Fired as Cash tackled his insane biker to the ground. Where Dev’s chest followed Cash down, Dev’s legs buckled in the other direction, taken out from underneath him by Trace.
Unfortunately, Dev absorbed the brunt of the fall. Cash was only able to protect Dev’s head as they slammed to the hard concrete pavement together.
He circled his arms tighter around Dev, keeping him as close as he could.
Police sirens replaced the barrage of bullets coming at them from every direction. A souped-up vehicle peeled loudly away. Cash couldn’t see who was in it or get the plates. He had more important things to worry about.
Breath rushed through Cash, exhaling in a whoosh.
“Get the fuck off me,” Dev shouted and wiggled underneath him. He’d call it a struggle, but Dev’s body was so caged in, he could barely move.
“Were you hit?” Cash yelled for no other reason than the fear welling inside him needed a release.
“I can’t fuckin’ breathe. Get off me.”
Just as he made the decision to never let Dev go, Cash was manhandled to the side of Dev’s body as Trace crawled up Dev’s chest, coming in beside Cash.