Page 77 of Huge Dynamite
“Dr. Boling saved my men,” Venom says.
Luther shrugs. “She saved some of mine, too.” Grinning, he looks at his men. “Bet she’s sorry about that right now.”
Laughter erupts, and I fight fiercely against my bonds but nothing. They don’t budge.
Venom crosses the clubhouse and stands toe-to-toe with Luther. They are similar heights, but Venom has wide shoulders and thick legs and appears to be so much stronger.
“You’re going down here. We are taking Dr. Holly one way or another—you’re either dead or alive,” Venom snaps.
“What makes you think you can stop us?” Luther hisses, and spit splatters from his lips when he does.
“We’ve got close to fifty men outside.” Venom stands up tall and crosses his arms before his chest. “And more to call in if we need.” Turning to Bear, he nods.
Bear crosses to the door and makes a swirling motion in the air with his hand. At his command, what must be fifty bikes rev, and the sound is deafening.
Turning to Luther, Venom smiles. “Every one of my men are packing, Luther. You can’t win. Give us Holly, and stay the hell out of Knights’ territory.”
Sighing, Luther looks over his men. “I don’t think I can.”
At the nod of his head, the fighting resumes, but now we have backup. With a head thrust backward, I’m able to knock the mountain man back a few feet, and with my feet and arms bound, I jump toward Bullseye like I’m in a freaking sack race.
“Bullseye!” I yell. Motioning to my jacket, I yell to be heard over the noise. “Grab my knife in my jacket and cut me loose.”
Reaching into my pocket, Bullseye gives me a look out of the corner of his eye. No doubt he remembers the last time he and I were in a fight with a knife. Doing what I ask, he saws through the thick rope and I feel the binds on my arms fall away. Dropping down, I cut through the bind on my legs.
Jumping to my feet, I rush to the back room again with Bullet and Bullseye on my heels. With the backup we now have, I’m able to push past the Dogs blocking my way as Bullet and Bullseye fight my fights for me.
Finally, I make it to the closet where they’re holding Holly. Ripping open the door, I pull it clear off its hinges and toss it aside.
Holly looks up at me. Her beautiful face is stained with tears, but she gives me a small nod. Tears fall from her eyes when she sees me, and my heart aches for her. How could anyone do this? Reaching in, I remove her tape gag and then, reaching around her, I untie her binds.
As soon as I do, she leans forward and throws her arms around my neck, holding on tight.
“Dynamite,” she whispers. “Thank you.”
Her words sit heavy in my gut. Reaching forward, I move to scoop her up when suddenly, her eyes grow wide.
“Seth! Look out!”
Confused, I lean back from her just as a piece of metal clocks me on the back of my head and everything goes dark.
Chapter Eighteen
Holly
“Seth!” Now free of my binds, I crawl out of the closet and over to where Seth is lying. Kneeling in the dimly lit hallway, I assess his injuries. “Come on, Seth. Come on. You need to wake up.”
Checking for a pulse, my tight neck muscles loosen when I hear that his heartbeat is strong and steady. I know the reason he’s out—he was struck on the back of the head—but I take all necessary precautions anyway. Putting my head to his chest, I check his breathing. Sitting up on my knees and leaving his arms at his sides, I then lift his fingers to assess circulation. Thankfully, all is fine. His vitals are strong, so I climb around to his head and stabilize his head and neck with my hands. The longer he’s out, the higher the risk of serious injury.
“Come on, Seth,” I whisper into his ear. “Come on. You came to get me, but now we need to go. Okay? Together. If you wake up, I promise we can put all this ridiculous fighting behind us and just be together. Come on, Seth!”
Looking down at his tanned skin and strong cheekbones, I think of his bright green eyes staring into mine.
“Seth, come on. Wake up!” I hate feeling helpless. I can always fix any situation,always. If I just work hard enough and really apply myself, there’s nothing I can’t solve. Glancing down the hallway, I check to see if anyone is coming. Looking behind me, I search for another door—an escape route of some kind, but there isn’t one. Truthfully, even if there were, it’s too dangerous to move him, and I don’t have the strength to drag him.
Seth doesn’t stir, and my stomach clenches. I need an ambulance, but from the sounds of fighting I’m hearing from the other room and the fact that my phone is gone—I know there’s no way I can call for one. Or can I? Quickly, keeping his head and neck as still as possible, I move to Seth’s side. I feel the pockets of his jeans, where I find his phone. Sliding it from his pocket, I swipe to the emergency screen. Pressing the button, I hold my breath as I keep my eyes glued to the hallway, watching for anyone coming.
“Yes? Hello? I need an ambulance, please—”
