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“Run!” Hangman barked.

Gabby’s eyes met mine and I didn’t know what to say. Something wasn’t right, but I didn’t want her to stay here with me. “Run,” I told her.

She spun and started sprinting, the sound of her sneakers hitting concrete pounding in my head. She was about halfway to where our guys were when Hangman said something that made me almost vomit.

“Kill her.”

“No!” I screamed, struggling against the man holding me. “You can’t! Lock! Priest!” I was out of my mind with panic.

“Shut up, you stupid bitch,” the guy holding me muttered.

But then one of the men who’d been holding Gabby raised his gun, aiming at her back, and I lost it. Throwing my head back, it connected with my captor’s nose. I felt the appendage break more than I heard it, and I turned in his arms when his grip loosened and punched him square in the throat.

He crumpled, gasping for breath. But he wasn’t my target. I slammed my body into the man with his gun raised, throwing off his aim. “Run, Gabby!” I screamed as I followed her.

I ran as hard as I could. Everything was slowing down. I could see Lock, Priest, and Hush running toward us. My fear for them didn’t even touch the terror that was choking me at the thought of the LoS shooting Gabby. I didn’t want anyone getting hurt, but none of us would ever recover if she was killed.

It was too far. She was too far from me. Too far from them. We were all running, but not close enough. Looking over myshoulder, I saw the man raise his gun again and I poured on more speed. She was right there. Maybe I could make it.

The sound of gunfire splitting the night brought everything into sharp focus. Gabby was staring up at me, her eyes wide. She said something as a strange sound echoed around me. It was like a thump, thump, thump. But Gabby was in my arms. That was all that mattered. She was safe.

Lockout ripped Gabby out of my arms, handing her over to her father. He took me by the shoulders. Viking’s Rampage were everywhere. Guns were firing. It wasn’t quiet anymore. We were standing in the middle of a gun fight.

“Get her out of here, Priest. Now!” Lock barked.

Priest’s eyes met mine, dropped down to my chest, then slid back to my face. “Fuck.” He dragged his screaming daughter away from us.

I frowned, trying to make sense of it. The urge to cough overcame me and I wasn’t able to cover my mouth fast enough. Blood splattered all over Lock’s face. He was staring at me in horror.

Reaching up, I cupped his cheek, trying to figure out where it’d come from.

“Keely,” he said, his voice hoarse. “You’re okay.”

Of course I was okay. Why was he saying that?

“We have to move,” Hush insisted from next to Lock. “Lock, we have to move her.”

“Take her,” he said, his voice tight. “Get her to Pyre now.”

“Come here, Darlin’,” Hush said, gathering me up into his arms.

I looked over and saw Lockout running toward where the LoS were hiding. “Lock.” His name came out as a raspy croak. Pain flashed through me and it was like saying that one word made it all spill out. Agony burned through my chest.

Glancing down, I stared in shock at the blood dripping from my chest. They’d shot me? No. That wasn’t possible. They’d missed. Right?

“Warrant, Toxic, Butcher, go help Lockout before he gets himself killed,” Hush barked as he ran past them. Once we were behind a line of cars he laid me on the ground.

Pyre’s face filled my vision as I stared up at the dark sky above. “You’re okay.”

I wished people would stop saying that. I didn’t feel okay. Not anymore. I wanted Lockout even though I knew he was taking care of the LoS. My body was shaking so hard my teeth started chattering. As soon as Pyre put his hands on me, the pain flared and I passed out.

CHAPTER 39

Lockout

The last thing I wanted to do was to leave her. But Hangman was going to use this as a distraction to try to kill us all. Priest, Hush, and Pyre were back behind the line of cars with Gabby and Keely, keeping them safe.

I just needed to slaughter all these motherfuckers so I could get back to my girl. I jumped over the hood of the car at the front of the line separating me from my objective. Safety wasn’t a concern anymore. Not when my old lady was bleeding all over the fucking concrete. They’d shot her three times in the back while she tried to protect Gabby.

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