Page 30 of Kash
Not a second passes before my brothers burst in, Clay’s shotgun roaring, Jace and Tank laying down fire. Mace is with them, his badge glinting as he shouts,
“Skinner, you’re under arrest!”
Skinner laughs, firing back, his Vipers joining him.
The warehouse is chaos, muzzle flashes lighting the dark, theair thick with gunpowder. I pull my knife in one hand, gun in the other, staying low, my heart pounding.
Spike’s out there, and I’ll be damned if I let him get caught in this.
I catch a glimpse of Mace tackling a Viper, his gun blazing, and I know he’s clean, fighting for us.
A bullet grazes my arm, hot pain searing through me, but I keep moving, diving for another crate.
Clay’s at my side now, his shotgun blasting, and we take down two Vipers, their bodies hitting the floor.
“Where’s the kid?” Clay shouts, his voice barely audible over the gunfire.
“Outside,” I yell back, praying Spike listened for once.
I spot Skinner, his gun aimed at Mace, and I move without thinking, tackling him to the ground. We grapple, his fist slamming into my jaw, but I’m stronger, pinning him, my knife at his throat.
“Call them off,” I growl, but before he can answer, a shot rings out.
Skinner jerks, blood blooming on his chest, and he lies, lifeless. I turn and see Mace standing over him, his gun smoking, his face grim.
I look around and see that the whole thing is done. Just like that. The corrupt cops and Vipers are either dead or too seriously injured to continue the fight.
“It’s done,” Mace says, his voice hard. “You’re clear, Kash. I’m not asking where you actually were the night of the murder. It’s a one-time thing. A sign of respect. But from now on, we’re back to being enemies. Got it? And that goes for all of you Wolf Riders.”
I nod, wiping blood from my lip, and we shake hands, a tense respect between us.
I stumble outside, my arm burning, and find Spike, his eyes wide with fear and relief as he runs to me.
“Kash!” he says, his voice breaking, his hands on my face. “You’re okay.”
I pull him close, ignoring the pain, my heart pounding with something bigger than survival.
“I love you, boy,” I say, the words spilling out, raw and true. “You’re mine.Forever.”
Spike’s eyes soften, his grin shaky but real.
“I love you too, Daddy,” Spike says, and I kiss him, hard and desperate, the world fading away.
Clay claps my shoulder, breaking the moment.
“Time to ride, brother,” Clay says, his grin wide. “Back home. And it looks like you’re bringing company. There’s general stores along the way, you can pick up general supplies for the boy. I think Spike’s gonna get on great with the other boys too.”
“Others?” Spike asks, a look of glee in his eyes.
“Oh, just you wait until you meet them,” I chuckle. “Jeez. Talk about a recipe for mischief and mayhem…”
I chuckle, pulling him onto the Harley behind me.
My brothers’ bikes roar to life, and we ride out, the open road ahead, Cresthaven fading in the rearview.
The Vipers are broken, at least for now.
Skinner is dead.
