Page 182 of Finish Line

I run out and help Mav drag his brother behind the truck.

“Luke, are you all right?” I ask once we’re back under cover.

“Yeah.” Teeth gritted together, he rips the bottom off his shirt and wraps it around his bleeding arm.

“Mav, how’s Dom?” I ask, still taking shots.

Mav rips open Dom’s shirt. “He’s wearing his armor.” Mav lets out a deep breath. “Thank God.”

“I’m fine. Fuck that hurt.” He rubs his chest. “He nicked my forehead. Head wounds always bleed so much.”

“Glad to hear it. Now, help us.” I fire another shot.

Mav helps Dom up.

Luke and Nick are our sharpshooters. With Luke hurt and Nick not here, we’re in trouble. The rest of us can shoot, but not as well as them.

Luke takes in the scene, aims, and takes out one guy.

Bullet holes decorate Demon. I don’t want to be the one to show it to Shelby, because she’ll be pissed.

She should be back by now, but I’m glad she’s not in the middle of this. She can handle herself when she returns.

“I’m out of bullets,” Mark says.

“We need to conserve what amo we have left. Only shoot if you’re sure you can hit them,” Luke says.

Luke takes out another guy, but we’re still in trouble.

Someone inches their way along the other side of the hill, and I nod my head toward the movement. “Do you see that?”

I don’t want to make a big deal about it.

Luke’s eyes widen. “Frank.”

“Get ready,” Dom says.

Frank fires off three shots in quick succession. The other group turns around, and we advance. A few guys run off. Frank wounds one of the guys.

“Who sent you?” Luke asks the guy.

“Guys, we don’t have time for this.” Frank frowns. “I know what’s going on.”

Luke clutches his wounded arm. “What happened?”

“I’ll tell you in the SUV. Shelby and Nick need us.” He takes Luke’s arm and pulls him.

Luke yanks his arm out of Frank’s grasp. “Are you compromised?”

“No. I swear we need to go save Shelby and Nick. Roger has them.” Frank points to show the way.

“Can we trust him? How do we know he’s not dragging us into a trap?” I side-eye Frank.

“We don’t have a choice.” Dom rubs the spot where he got shot. “Ricky, Mar?—”

“Don’t say it. We’re helping,” Billy says.

Luke nods, and we split up into two cars.

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