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I watch in shock as his eyes go flat and his body falls limply on top of me. I frantically struggle under his dead weight, trying to free myself, my gaze falling on Veronica who’s still standing holding the gun, pointed where Brute’s head was a moment ago.

“Veronica, help me!” I groan under his weight, unable to move and starting to panic.

The others must have heard the gunshot. How long do we have until they come and find us?

My words seem to snap Veronica out of her daze, and she rushes over to help remove Brute’s already cooling body off me.

“Fuck!” she swears as the sounds of footsteps come pounding down the stairs.

“What do we do?” I ask her, frantically.

“We fucking pray that your men care enough to come save our asses,” she replies bluntly.

Chapter 29

Drifter

Idon’t like this one bit.

Trusting Veronica to safely extract Skye while we wait outside as fucking backup was a bad idea. Veronica’s already admitted that she’s been feeding information to the Demon Riders the whole time. Who’s to say she hasn’t led us into a trap?

We’re in an abandoned ghost town, a bunch of old houses that haven’t been lived in for decades. The only people who come through here are homeless drifters, junkies, and criminal gangs. I spent many a night in places like this before I found the Angels of Havoc. Angel, Buzz, Gunner, and I are waiting in a nearby house, watching for Veronica’s sign. Several other members are dotted around the town, awaiting Angel’s instructions. We had to leave our bikes outside of the town’s limits so they wouldn’t hear us coming, there’s an extraction team there, should we need a quick getaway. The stillness of the town in the hazy morning light feels otherworldly and I can’t help the feeling of foreboding.

As much as I don’t like the plan, Angel’s right, Veronica’s the best chance we’ve got of getting Skye out safely without it turning into a full-on blood bath. With Skye possibly pregnant with one of our kids, there’s even more of an incentive to do this as quickly and quietly as possible.

That doesn’t make it any easier for me to sit here doing nothing.

My mind is racing as I consider the very real possibility that, if Skye makes it out of this alive, I could be a father. The thought of losing Skye again but in a far more permanent way feels like a knife in my ribcage. And now I know she might be carrying my child I can hardly hold myself back from rushing inside and killing every motherfucker I see just to get them back safely.

I’ve never told anyone this. Not even the guys. But I’ve always wanted to have kids.

They’d probably be surprised to hear that. Given my shitty childhood and all. But that’s why I want to be a dad so badly. I want to give a child all of the love and care that it deserves, that I never got and so many other little kids don’t get.

Veronica’s been in there a while now and we still haven’t gotten the signal. I don’t know if that’s a good thing or not. There are so many different ways this could go down. We don’t even know how many Demon Riders are inside, though we’ve seen at least three silhouettes moving around upstairs from our hiding spot down the road.

“She’s taking too long,” I mutter, my knee bouncing with pent-up energy and anxiety. “We should go in.”

Angel glances at me, a small frown on his forehead. “Give her a bit longer. Could be that Bill is coming down here. We could catch the slimy fuck red-handed.”

“More like put a bullet through his skull,” Gunner says darkly.

Buzz shakes his head, “Bill Anderson is going to stay as far away as possible from here. He wants to come out of this shit stinking of roses. That’s why we need to go along with Veronica’s plan unless we think she and Skye are in immediate danger.”

“We know Skye is, those fuckers plan to kill her!” I snap, exasperatedly.

“Don’t you think I fucking know that? We wait for a signal, that’s an order,” Angel snaps.

We all fall silent again, watching the house anxiously. And then an unmistakable sound rings out through the stillness.

A gunshot.

Instinct kicks in and I immediately grab my gun and race toward the exit of the building we’re in.

“Drifter, wait! We need a plan,” Buzz calls.

“There’s no time! You wanted a sign. Well, this is fucking it!” I shout back.

“Drifter’s right. We strike now. Drifter, Buzz, you go round the back, Gunner and I will take the front. I’ll signal for the others to follow as backup,” Angel says.

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