Page 120 of Bleed Me

CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

Church Eyes

Within seconds of me flying us across the field, Giver’s guns raised in front of me, preparing to fire as soon as we were close enough. No bikers, their backs to us, noticed us yet. As soon as the ground was leveling out and I dared steer with only one hand, my right hand reached into my holster, then pointed my weapon.

“Almost…” he warned. Then, “Now!”

Bam! Pop! Bam! Bam! Pop!... Giver and I let the bullets fly.

He didn’t need to tell me to only shoot what I knew I could hit. This wasn’t my first rodeo. I wasn’t going to let bullets rain down on my brothers.

One-handed, I wasn’t quite as effective as Giver, but I took some assholes down.

Even on a moving bike, my husband’s shots were dead-on, landing in backs. At first, the bikers seemed utterly confused, looking from side to side, seeing their comrades’ arms flail wide and then their bodies hitting the ground.

As expected, it only took a few long seconds for the enemy to recover. Soon, they were spinning around and firing back at us. I was almost to the fallen tree when I heard Ping! Ping! Bullets hitting the bike. Then a grunt.

“Giver!”

“I’m good!” His arm held to my waist. “Close enough! Lay him down, babe!”

For so many years, I rode upright, handling my shit. Now I was forcibly putting a bike down on his left side. To let Giver know it was coming, I pushed against the handles to lean harder into his chest, then we both leaned to the left to try and control the fall.

With the bike halfway down, Giver did his best to throw his weight backward, taking me with him at the perfect moment. Motion and energy did the rest. That picturesque bike outweighed us both, sliding faster, almost leaving us behind in slow motion. Only the outer edge of the seat clipped our legs and boots.

It was eerie to have the composure and time to witness Giver’s bike slide past the tree.

Doing our best not to lose fisted weapons, Giver and I rolled. Rocks and twigs made the landing even tougher on our bodies. Adrenaline spared us from registering any pain, at least for the moment.

Before we even came to a complete stop, Giver fired a few more shots as we fought to get to our elbows. With as little delay as possible, we pulled our bodies forward, keeping our legs as low as we could while our boots dug and pushed us toward safety. I could hear this wicked whizzing—bullets flying past us. Then Puh! Puh! as the fallen tree offered us cover while we crawled closer.

As soon as we had some cover, Giver and I rolled to our backs and reloaded as fast as possible. I also grabbed another gun so I could double-fist. As soon as our guns were ready, we both reached around over the fallen tree, took aim, and fired.

Giver yelled over all the gunfire, “See any of our own?”

Searching for bikers to shoot, we scanned for friendlies.

“Not yet! But I see some pussies running!”

Having guns at their fronts and back, the enemy was starting to lose their nerve.

Bam! I shot a man mounting a bike so he could flee. Crash! He and his bike went down.

Giver pointed. “I’m trying for that tree. Stay here.”

I did not.

As soon as he was on his feet, I was on mine, as well. Running behind him, I fired at the ones firing at us. When we were just about to make it to the standing tree to the right, Giver reached back and yanked me forward, throwing me into the woods, hovering his body over mine. Against another tree, we both gasped for air.

There was no time for him to lecture me. His head on top of mine, he puffed for air. “You hit?”

“No.”

From over my shoulder, Giver went back to shooting from the left side of the tree while I dared to peek around the other. The tree being closer to the compound meant I could now see the dirt road much easier through all the smoke, and I could see the fencing around the compound. We were to the right of the compound. That’s when I finally saw a few Stallions. Torque was running with Crow and trying to cross the road, until Crow took a bullet and went down.

As Torque hit the ground to half-lay on top of him and protect him, I was already yelling, “Torque and Crow down and exposed!”

Pop! Pop! Pop! Giver asked, “To your right?”