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“Shit. I’m sorry, Rachel. I know what you were trying to do… Trent went down,” he gasped after a moment’s pause, his jaw clenching at the pain.

“Dead?” I asked, my stomach bottoming out with dread.

“No. But he’s not in a good way. I got him out of the worst of it and hid him under the bar. That’s when this happened,” he said, lifting the shoulder of his wounded arm.

“And Crash?”

“I don’t know yet. Mama killed the guy who shot him, but I didn’t see any more after that.”

“Stay here,” I pushed him backwards. “There’s no point you getting hurt any further. There can’t be many more left. I’ll come back.”

“No, Rachel. We don’t sit and hide. I’m going back out there. I’ll meet you at Greasy… and if I don’t, well… It was a pleasure. Look after Chris for me.”

“Chris?” I questioned. Why would he single out Chris when the entire club was…

Oh.

Well, that explained why neither of them had old ladies.

Hacksaw gave me a lopsided grin when he saw the penny drop, before pushing to his feet and rushing back into the mess.

I followed suit, staying ducked down low as I discarded my gun and pulled the other one out of my trousers.

And that’s when I saw Vienna crouched behind a rock, aiming at one of the Riders.

But whilst he was so focused on the Rider in front of him, he didn’t see the one coming at his back.

Without a single ounce of regard for my own safety, I ran over to them, firing rapidly, my heart beating out of my chest. Vienna spun his head to the side, noticing me running over, and figured out what was happening. He spun around, his leg shooting out at the exact same time, kicking the gun out of the hands of the Rider.

Thank God!

I sank to my knees, the relief flooding through my body knocking me sick. The adrenaline coursed through me, bringing with it the shakes and nausea.

“Getup, Rachel!” I hissed at myself.

“Yes, Rachel,” came a feminine voice from behind me as the gun cocked against my temple. “Get up.”

Chapter 51

Rachel

“Drop your weapon,” the woman hissed at me. I did as she asked, slowly lowering my gun to the floor and raised my hands in the air, showing her they were empty. The woman kicked the gun away from me.

“Stand up and turn around. Slowly!” I did as she asked, keeping my arms up as I stood, and slowly turned around to face her.

She was a fucking stunning woman. Beyond stunning. She had the most beautiful brown hair, cascading in waves down her back, her brown eyes huge and doe-like. Except there was no innocence of the doe in there. They were looking at me with a hatred I never could have imagined from a woman I didn’t even know. And her gun was aimed right at my chest.

“Stop!” Vienna yelled, running over to us and putting his body between the two of us. “Gabriella… don’t.” He said, his breathing heavy.

No. Please don’t be her. Please don’t bethatGabriella.

“He killed my father, Vienna. It’s only right I takeheras repayment. Move out of the way.”

It was her.

“I can’t do that. You know I can’t do that. We all know the risks of being part of the club life. Rachel hasn’t done anything wrong.”

“She’s his old lady! We’ve all heard about her! Move!”

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