Page 339 of One More Kiss

Miles

Trinityand her friend hurried out of the bar like their asses were on fire. I pretended not to notice and had no idea whether or not she knew I was even there, but they were in a rush to get somewhere.

“Where the hell are they going so fast?” Alex asked over my shoulder.

“No idea.”

Someone called out to Caleb, who told us to give him a minute. Alex and I stood there like a couple of idiots until he got back to us.

“Sorry.” He said the word, but the shitty grin on his face said that he didn’t mean it. He wasn’t sorry about shit.

Caleb said something to Alex, which made him chuckle as we went through the door.

The night was cool for summer and a nice relief from the heat we’d been having.

“This feels good,” Caleb said. “All this heat has my balls hanging to my knees.”

The three of us chuckled as we made our way over to our bikes.

“You fuckin’ my sister?” someone yelled out and the three of us assumed it wasn’t to us.

We’d never been so wrong in our lives.

“You hear me, Soul?” the man called out and that was when we knew it was for us.

Or for me, rather.

I knew exactly who that voice belonged to, even if I couldn’t see him.

“Who the fuck is he talkin’ about?” Alex demanded, but before I could answer, he turned and began charging toward Trinity’s brother.

Alex wouldn’t throw the first punch but he was always the first to step up to figure shit out.

Everything happened so quickly and in the darkness, it was hard to track everyone.

The first shots rang out before Alex got over to him. Alex went down, followed by Caleb.

Fuck.

I reached for my gun and got the horrible reminder that we hadn’t brought any. We were out here exposed with no protection.

And coming here had been my idea.

Fuck.

I took off in a run, but before I got very far, a searing pain hit my stomach. Something hit my shoulder and suddenly, I was face-down on the pavement. The pain subsided quickly, but I found it hard to crawl my way over to my brothers.

Still, I tried. I ignored the aching in my gut and did my best to army crawl.

Sirens blared in the distance. When I coughed, blood sprayed the ground in front of me.

I wasn’t going to get to them to see if they were OK.

I wasn’t going to get anywhere.

As my energy completely sapped, I was pretty sure I wasn’t going to make it out of this one.

When Alex, Caleb, and I had been younger, our dads had gotten into it with another club and a bunch of them had been shot, though none had been hurt very badly. Whenever we’d asked what it had felt like, they’d only say that it had hurt like a motherfucker.

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