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Heat, rage, and malice hit me, scorching my senses, driving them haywire. The approaching riders pulled out machine guns and riders at the front of the pack veered off to the side of the road, creating even more havoc and confusion on the road.
I threw up the signal to Slade to turn back and maneuver out of the way of danger. Except we were trapped in the throng of riders who weren’t aware of the trouble ahead.
Aaliyah’s bond tightened with panic. She wanted to bombard me with questions but couldn’t through her helmet or over all the noise and commotion. I communicated the oncoming danger to her, and her distress pinched our link tighter.
The procession came to a stop, and I signaled for Slade and my brothers to jockey their way out of this. Confused riders blocked our path and Slade tore off his helmet to snap commands at them to move.
Riders pulled off to the side of the road, letting the armed bikers weave through the chaos, sometimes smashing into other bikes to get their way until they reached us.
Guns sprayed bullets, clearing the path for their rides to get through, entrapping us in the storm of fleeing riders. Breath caught in my throat and my heartbeat skyrocketed. I lost my brothers in the bedlam and tried my best to navigate back to safety and as far away from the weapons as possible.
From out of nowhere, we were surrounded by armed bikers shrugging off their jackets to expose their Hellfire MC vests.
Fuck. Slade shot their vice president and enforcer months back and the unhinged bastards sought revenge in a public place with so many witnesses.
Castor applied dark magick to set up shields around us and conceal the use of our powers from civilians because we weren’t getting out of this alive without them.
Slade remained on his bike with Mia, shielding her with his body. He blazed with fury, holding himself back from burning bodies to crisps in front of our kid. Heart attacks went off left, right, and center, and our enemies dropped. His magick and bond faltered with a strike from a bullet. Pain carved through his collarbone.
Aaliyah’s panic choked our bond, and I remained on the bike to protect her at all costs. I called on the Sky god’s powers and battered the attackers with wind and disarmed some of our enemies.
Zethan launched his death tricks to kill the firing mechanisms of the guns. His powers, like ours, were only useful in a certain range, and on a limited number of people. With a crowd of fifty strong, he couldn’t stop bullets pinging metal and pavement all around us.
Riders slumped off their bikes and their vehicles crashed to the ground. Some of our men went down when Castor’s range failed to shield them. Shooters had us pinned and unable to get away.
Zethan did his best, choking break away attackers inching closer, but there were too many overwhelming us. This couldn’t just be the Hellfire MC at work. Slade killed half their club. This had to be several clubs working together.
Impact rocked my bike and my mate screamed. Her weight came off the back as if she were thrown backward, but my motorcycle remained upright. I swiveled off my bike as two riders dragged her away and she fought them tooth and nail. My heart stopped at my falcon’s scream.
More men descended on me, dragging me to the ground, and I lost her in the chaos and confusion. Lost my mate and child. I failed in my duty to protect them both.
“Aaliyah?” I shouted, praying she was close by in the thickening smoke.
Unholstering my gun, I released bullets, taking down the men kicking at me. Every single asshole went down.
Behind them, the riders dragging my mate away shoved her stomach first on the back of a bike and drove her away. My heart shattered into a million pieces. I failed her. Failed to protect her and the babies.
My little bird was lost again.
CHAPTER38
Aaliyah
Trigger warning:squeamish content
Fog and drowsinessclouded my head, and I knew something wasn’t right. Blurriness blanketed my vision, and I blinked to clear it without much luck. Heaviness weighed my muscles down, and I struggled to lift them.
Dry as heck, I swallowed back the thickness blocking my throat. Water. I needed water. I opened my mouth to ask for it but only a groan escaped.
“Ah, welcome, sleeping beauty,” called a voice dripping with ice.
“Whus thab?” I managed to get out, my swollen tongue unable to shape the words and my throat too slack to voice them.
Fuck. Drugged again. By who? Danny? Colton? Panic clogged my throat, and I gasped to breathe.
Warmth spread to my extremities as my blood pumped easier throughout my limp body. Shivers tripped through my muscles as the effects of the drug wore off and my body came to. Getting more feeling into my limbs, I wriggled my fingers and toes. Cold clamps wrapped around my wrists, restricting my motion and I tugged to free myself. A binding of some sort.
Fear collared my throat in its icy shackle. My brain glitched, grabbing onto any memory it could, desperate to form a complete picture. Bike ride. Mia with Slade. The ocean. Calamity as bikes trapped us. Bikers with guns coming for us. Tight grips on my arms and being dragged along the concrete. Needle piercing my skin and injecting me with a scorching burst of anesthesia. My limp body draped over the back of a bike. Blacking out.
