Page 102 of Lockout

These fuckers had tried to kill a kid, then shot a woman in the back. There was no excuse for that level of cowardice. I dropped the first man I saw with a bullet to the chest. All I could see was Keely’s face staring up at me in shock.

Shaking my head, I tried to focus. I had to take them all down just for my family to be safe. But I also wanted to fuckingmurder them for revenge. For daring to threaten my old lady. For fucking shooting her. They were all going to pay.

Gunshots ripped through the air and I knew my brothers were on my heels, taking out LoS members as we moved. Finally, the line of cars opened up and there he was.

Hangman grinned at me, tossing a knife back and forth in his hands.

That was the way he wanted it? No problem.

Holstering my pistol, I pulled out my switch blade and dove at him. I ignored everything else. My brothers would make sure the rest of the LoS crew wouldn’t interfere.

In fact, the death screams surrounding me and the sudden flare of fear in Hangman’s eyes told me there wasn’t going tobean LoS crewtointerfere.

I hit Hangman like a pissed off rhino, the breath jerking from my lungs as we collided.

“The only regret I have,” Hangman grunted, “was not shooting your woman myself.”

I didn’t speak. Didn’t bother. My only focus was the fight. Was the feel of my knife slicing through his flesh. Kicking out, I took out his knee from the side and he crumpled to the ground with a bellow of pain. I walked around him, like a shark circling.

He glared at me from where he was kneeling. A quick glance around showed my brothers standing nearby, waiting for me to end this.

“You going to go on a long fucking rant before you kill me?” Hangman said with a sneer. “Because it might be your last. The others aren’t going to let you get away with this.”

He seemed to realize he was going to die. Which was good because I didn’t have the time to waste explaining it to him. “They’ll die next,” I told him. The fact that he thought they were going to be any kind of trouble for me once he was dead told me how delusional he was.

His grin spread over his face, blood dripping from different places where my knife had scored him. “That’s not goin-”

He didn’t get to finish. I didn’t have fucking time for him. He didn’t fucking matter. Stepping forward, I drove my knife into the side of his neck. The surprise on his face gave me a little satisfaction, but he was taking too damn long to die, his mouth opening and closing like a fucking fish. So I ripped my hand to the side and my knife bit through muscles and tendon as I slit his throat.

Yanking my knife away, I cleaned it off on his cut as he gripped his throat. Then I walked away from him. I hadn’t even cleared the line of cars before I was running back to where the others were. Where Keely was.

I dropped to my knees next to her. Her eyes were closed, and I couldn’t even tell if she was breathing. My eyes met Pyre’s. “Is she-”

“We need to get her to a hospital,” he said with a shake of his head. “She’s losing too much blood, and I can’t fucking operate on her here.”

“What about Crash Cart?” Hush suggested.

“He’s not going to have the tools necessary for this,” I said, my voice hoarse. “Someone get me a vehicle.”

Scooping Keely up into my arms, I tried not to think about how limp she was in my embrace. Or the fact that her blood was already soaking into my clothes.

It was no surprise when a truck next to us started up. It was riddled with bullet holes, but Warrant had gotten it running. I had no doubt he was a professional at stealing cars.

Toxic took Keely from me as I climbed into the back of the truck, then handed her back over. I dragged her onto my lap, my hand smoothing over her hair. “You’re going to be fine, Baby Girl. Stay with me.”

Half of the men jumped into the truck and in the back with me. Toxic slapped the cab to let Warrant know we were ready. The rest were going to stay and make sure we wouldn’t be connected to this. They’d dump the bodies and wash away the blood as much as possible.

I clutched Keely close the entire drive to the nearest hospital. It didn’t matter that I was about to walk in there and potentially open myself up for investigation. I’d do whatever was fucking necessary to save her life.

Her breathing was shallow, though Pyre putting pressure on her chest, pressing her harder into my body, wasn’t helping with her ability to breathe. I was doing whatever I could, but I’d never felt so fucking helpless before. I’d finally broken down both our walls and made her mine and now…I might lose her.

Swallowing hard, I focused on Pyre’s barked orders and did whatever he told me to.

We got to the hospital faster than I thought possible, but each heartbeat felt like it was a year long. Dragging Keely up into my arms, and ignoring the ache starting up in my leg, I jumped out of the truck with her.

Glancing over at the others, I told them, “Stay here. They’ll have to report this to the cops. I don’t need you all getting arrested.”

“I’m going with you,” Idaho insisted.

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