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Out of nowhere, some guy tackles me to the ground. He gets a couple of good hits in before I’m able to get control of the situation. I flip him onto his back and slam my fist into his nose a few times. I get to my feet and take a moment to catch my breath.
“Diesel! Watch out,” Hollywood calls out. I look to my left and he’s pointing at something. As I turn to see what, I’m tackledagain. I shake off the shock and notice it was Trigger.
“Shit!” He rolls onto his back holding his side.
“Damn it, Trigger was shot,” I shout to whoever is close. I hurry to his side and put pressure on his wound. “Stay with me, brother.”
Shots are going off everywhere around me. Bullets are whizzing by, barely missing me, but I stay with Trigger. What feels like an hour later, the shooting stops. A hand on my shoulder startles me.
“Diesel, he’s gone,” Raze tells me. “It’s over.”
I drop to my ass and hang my head. “This is the worst part of all this shit.”
“I know, man. It never gets any easier.”
I pop my head up. “Where’s Hollywood?”
“He’s fine. He’s by the fire pit,” Raze says.
“Was anyone else hurt?”
“Thor didn’t make it,” he states.
“Fuck!”
“I’m gonna go get Minx,” he mutters and walks away.
I stay where I’m at until I notice red and blue lights by the busted gate.
