Page 95 of Midnight Racers

Chapter Twenty-Nine

Flynn

I’d been sitting drinking more coffee in the office and monitoring Craig’s phone when I saw the first sign of chatter about Charlotte. She had been spotted with her mother. I hadn’t given them enough credit that they would have scouts out and about constantly searching for her. We’d thought that since they knew she was staying with me, they wouldn’t look any further than that.

She had turned her phone on too late for me to warn her, but I broke every speed limit as I raced across the outskirts of London toward her. Jordan was making his way from a different direction, and my guys were inbound with our vans that were fitted for every eventuality.

I arrived just as they had stung the car, ripping the tyres to shreds to send it tumbling into a small ravine at the side of the road. Raw anger pulsed through me when I saw the four blacked out vehicles and the cowards who had attacked two helpless women in a car going home.

I had a gun and some ammunition on me as I came to a halt, not bothering to take my helmet off as I stalked down the isolated road they had attacked them on. Charlotte had almost made it home. I clicked my communications device so it opened a channel with everyone in our cleaning crew.

“I need immediate medical attention to my location. One vehicle down with two female occupants.” Ambulances were good, but our team were armed forces trained for combat situations. The private hospital we used could bring specialists in from every field in a heartbeat.

They had barricaded the road with two cars parked across the middle of it. My guess was they would put a road closed sign up to prevent people disturbing them.

A guy in the closest car climbed out and tried to stop me interfering in their sick, warped plan. I shot him in the head with two rounds at close range. His body hadn’t hit the ground before the guy at the other side of that car tried to pull a gun on me.

Today wasn’t the day for me to tolerate fuckwits, and tomorrow didn’t look great for them either. Even single one of these men stood between me and getting to Charlotte.

I emptied my gun into the would-be assassin and kept walking, changing my magazine on my way to the men who were currently trying to reach her car that was releasing smoke plumes. Jordan’s car skidded to a halt, and he jumped out. I was on a bike with minimal weapons, but he threw a hand grenade at the other car blocking the road so they could extract or kill Charlotte.

“Sorry I took so long!” He ran toward me, grabbing a pistol from the holster under his jacket. We both fired at the same time, killing the two men trying to escape from the car damaged by his grenade.

“Fuckers,” I snarled, tugging my helmet off and throwing it to the side of the road.

“Where are they?” Jordan demanded and I nodded to where the other two black cars were parked, blocking their evil deed from view.

This wasn’t our first mission together, both of us with more blood on our hands than could ever be washed clean. The bank down toward the railway track had a few trees in it that I used to help me descend without falling on my ass. I propped myself up behind a tree, Jordan behind a tree across from me.

I signalled him to take the right side, as I was going to take the left as Charlotte had been in the passenger seat and her mum driving. Four men circled the car as we made our way down.

“Hey, I was just passing and saw the smoke. Is everything okay? Do you need me to phone an ambulance?” I said, drawing their attention away from Jordan, who slid the rest of the way down the slope.

“We already have everything under control. Please return to your car.” One of the guys stepped toward me.

I deliberately looked bewildered. “It doesn’t look too good. I think I should phone an ambulance.”

“We have everything under control. An ambulance is on the way.” He held his hand up to direct me back up the slope.

As soon as he was within reach, I grabbed his wrist and twisted it up his back to bring him to his knees before he realised what was happening. The guy who had been peering in through the passenger window turned toward us, but he was too late. I snapped the neck of the guy on his knees and shot the other in the head.

Gunfire sounded to my right, and I didn’t need to question if they were dead. Jordan never left witnesses.

I raced to the battered red Toyota. All the airbags had detonated, so the smashed window looked as if it had a curtain inside. One that had blood splashed over it.

“Charlotte?” I called and heard a groan from inside. I tried to open the door, but the damage didn’t allow me to do that. Slashing the side airbag with the knife I kept in the pocket inside my leather jacket, I leaned in through the window. She was injured, blood coming from her nose, and her hair sticking to her face.

My team confirmed their arrival on our channel.

“Get this fucking area cleared!” I shouted, before returning my attention to the small woman who had become the centre of my universe. “Stay with me, don’t you dare think of going anywhere.” I cupped the side of her face and pressed a kiss to her forehead.

Jordan was speaking in a low voice to Victoria, who seemed confused but conscious.

Declan appeared beside me. “The road is closed and the bodies are in the back of our van. We’re clearing a route down to here, and our medical team is about two minutes away.”

“The door is lodged shut,” I said. “I doubt I can get her out through the window with her injuries.”

“Get me tools down here to cut through a car door,” Declan said into his earpiece. “And some blankets.”

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