Page 90 of Jackal

Jackal

Once the car stopped moving, I looked over and patted Falcon, who drove us over. “You good, brother?”

“Yeah, shit. Fucking rain. You guys good?” he called to the back.

Eagle said, “We’re good. Let’s fucking go!”

Rooster, Red, Eagle, and Hawk jumped from the back as we flew from the front. We hustled down the small embankment and I ran to the first body I saw and kicked him in the ribs over and over before he could get up.

Eagle pulled the man’s helmet off and it wasn’t Butch, so he shot him point blank in the head. As our guys kept the others down, Eagle exposed each of them, taking them out until he finally pulled the helmet off Butch, and he rolled on his back.

“Well, fucking do it, then. Or you still too big for your britches, you little bitch?”

Eagle pistol whipped him, then kicked his side.

“You don’t get off that easy, brother,” Hawk said, leaning down. “No, we’re going for a little ride.”

“We need to clear this,” Eagle said.

“They’re on the way with the truck and the trailer,” I said. I had already told Squatch to get on that when we left the venue.

“We need a fucking ride,” Falcon said.

“Pretty sure Petrov’s guys will make room for us,” Hawk said. He pulled out his phone and sent a text. Not long after, he read an incoming one and grinned. “I think we’re about to get assaulted.”

Looking around, my chest tightened, and I ran up the hill. Lifting her from her feet, I grabbed Shivana and spun her. Her hands patted my head, shoulders, and arms as I squeezed and breathed her in.

“Are you hurt? Are you shot? Are you able to speak? Jackal!”

“I love you,” I said. We still had so much to do but holding her melted my tension so fast that my muscles tingled.

She wrapped her arms around my shoulders and dug her face into my neck. “I love you, you stubborn man.”

“Ha! Hello pot, meet kettle.”

After the cleanup crew came and we towed the limo to the clubhouse, we hitched a ride with the SUVs that Petrov had following him and the ladies. After an extensive checkup from Shivana, she wanted to shower and check on the others.

Coop held it down at the venue until we gave him the all clear, and they got that all cleaned up, too. We still had business with Butch.

A few members watched him in the shed until we got changedout of our penguin suits that Shivana said we now owned because there was no way we could return them after they had been in a gunfight.

Walking through the clubhouse, I headed to the ladies’ favorite table, since Petrov was with them and seemed very chummy.

They all laughed at something he said as I approached. He looked up and saw me. “Jackal, my friend. Your doctor has quite the sense of humor. Smart, funny, and beautiful.”

“My woman, not my doctor.”

“Oh, stop. He knows, I’ve told him, you told him. He’s just a slick talker,” Shivana said.

“And he said he can arrange a new wedding for us!” Lacy said.

“Did he?” I asked. Hawk’s not going to like that, and Eagle even less.

“This poor, beautiful bride had her day ruined. It’s the least I can do for some of my oldest friends,” Petrov said. So that’s how he won over Shivana, because she hated him yesterday. But she loved Lacy more than she hated him. And I doubted Angie would be welcoming us back.

“Maybe someday he can help with ours,” Shivana said as she looked up from her seat.

I leaned down, cupping her face and kissed her hard. “I’m holding you to that, Lil Bird.” After another deep kiss, I straightened back up. “I got something I need to check on, but you ladies hang out.”

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