Page 80 of Sweet Anarchy

"Talk to us," Zayn says. "What are they doing?"

I gulp. "They are ramming the back of the car."

Asher curses. "Those motherfuckers better not fuck up my car. Rylee, get ready to hit the brakes and pull in."

"I…" I freeze. "They will run into me."

"Who fucking cares?" Chuck says. "Do it!"

I bite my tongue, spotting the entrance approaching fast. "Fuck my life…" I mumble, hitting the brake. The car tires squeal as rubber burns on the road, the Aston Martin jolting forward as one of the bikes collides with the rear bumper.

I turn the steering wheel sharply, my elbow hitting the door as I drift along the dirt. My heart pounds in my chest, the car spinning around in circles as trees whip past me in a blur.

I'm too terrified to scream, my body tense as I brace, waiting for the car to hit something.

Suddenly, I slow down, the car coming to a stop, facing the road. In front of me, Jimmy is parked on his bike. He rips off his helmet, throwing it to the ground in anger.

"Guys…" I mumble, eyes wide.

"What's going on?" Asher asks urgently.

Jimmy moves off his bike, pulling a gun out of his jacket. He points it to the car, directly at me.

Oh fuck. I guess this is it…

I can hear the guys yelling through the phone, calling my name but I'm too busy staring at the barrel of his gun. He cocks the gun, finger poised over the trigger and I quickly duck, putting my hands over my head.

BANG.

I let out a scream, waiting for the bullet.

"Rylee!"

"Rylee, answer us!"

My heart pounds as I wait. When nothing happens, I peek up slowly, noticing the windscreen still intact. I hear footsteps on the gravel outside the car, heading towards the driver door.

No… no, I'm not going down like a coward. I'll run the bastard over if I need to.

I sit up quickly, ready to slam the car into motion when I notice someone laying in the dirt.

Jimmy is face down, a pool of red blood forming underneath him on the dirt as he lay motionless. I spot another leather clad body, lowering his gun.

I rip my seatbelt off, throwing open the car door.

"Butch!" I yell, running to him.

Throwing myself at him, I hug him as he puts his gun back into his pocket.

"Lee," he says, squeezing me. "Are you okay?"

I don't get a chance to answer as bikes start to rip into the park entrance, stopping next to us. I look around, spotting familiar faces of the Nomads.

"How did you get here so quickly?" I ask Butch, relieved.

He gives me a tight smile. "My guys have it handled down the road. Are you alright?"

I nod. "Yeah," I say, voice shaking. "You got him."

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