Page 7 of Lake's Legacy

I shake myself from my lustful thoughts. They are not helping me escape danger. Standing, I dash into the street,waving my arms while yelling for Lake. My focus is on him. I don’t want them to hop on their bikes and leave me behind. However, I don’t consider that I might attract the attention of the two men chasing me. I hear a motor approaching from behind. Spinning, I see the white van barrelling toward me. Screaming louder, I run faster toward the men I know will protect me.

However, the van catches up to me. Swerving to block my path, I try to dodge around, but the door opens, and a man steps out and lunges at me.

“Olivia, drop!” Lake bellows.

I react without thinking and drop to the ground. Bullets fly over my head. I don’t look up until I hear a car door slam. The van pulls away while Hex and his men keep shooting. Lake drops next to me and pulls me into his arms.

“I’ve got you, baby. You’re safe. Did they hurt you?” he asks as he searches my body for damage.

“I banged my right knee on the tarmac and have gravel on my hands and knees. Otherwise, I’m fine.” I wrap my arms around my hero and let my body melt into his. Unable to keep them from falling, tears trail down my cheeks and onto his kutte. I’ve never been so scared, not even when the men seeking revenge against Levi ambushed me.

“Let’s get you back to the clubhouse,” Lake says, standing with me in his arms. I should protest about him carrying me, but I can’t do it. I need to feel safe, and that’s how he makes me feel. Safe.

He places me on his bike before cleaning off my hands and pants. “I’ll look at your knee when we’re back at the clubhouse.”

I nod. My knee is throbbing. It needs cleaning and some ice.

“Do you have your keys?” Abra asks. I take them out of my pocket and hand them over. “The fuckers messed with your car. I’ve called for a tow truck.”

“I’ll grab your purse,” Lake offers.

“Thank you.”

“Did you recognize those men?” Hex asks me.

I shake my head. “They were dressed like doctors going into surgery. They had the scrubs, masks, and caps. I heard them speaking, but I didn’t recognize their voices. Although, I think I’d recognize them.”

“You think they work at the hospital?”

“Maybe. One of them mentioned taking my phone. I had my phone while I was working. I only didn’t have it on me when showering in the nurse’s lounge. Since they were in scrubs, they could walk around the hospital without anyone noticing. Come to think of it, their disguise was a good one. The masks and the caps hide their faces and cover their hair. Anyone who saw them outside the hospital would assume they were doctors on their way home.”

“Do you think they targeted you?” Hex asks. Lake hisses at him when he hands me my purse.

I place a hand on Lake’s arm to keep him from snapping at his President. “I know they targeted me. They mentioned Levi. Not by name, but mentioned I had a brother. One said he took care of my phone. I couldn’t find my phone when my car stalled. It’s why all my crap was all over the passenger seat. I was looking for it. I knew I had it earlier.”

“The phone is showing up at the hospital,” Lake tells me.

“All roads lead back to the hospital,” Hex says.

CHAPTER FIVE: LAKE

“Shit!” I explode as I glance at my brothers. Each stared at me in horror after Pirate’s update. “What happened next? Did they catch up to her?”

“Hold on, no. The two men came back to the van alone and took off. I’m fast-forwarding until you get there. Wait, the van came back and stopped next to her car. Then it took off again. Okay, now I see you guys arrive. Maybe she’s hiding?”

“Or maybe they caught up to her. Keep looking. Check other cameras.”

“On it,” Pirate says before ending the call.

Where would she go? I see movement down the side street perpendicular to us. Someone is running toward us, their arms waving.

“Olivia!” I shout as I run toward her. I hear the engine first, then see the white van round the corner. It’s behind Olivia and coming up fast. I scream at her to get out of the way, but she freezes when the van pulls up alongside her.

The five of us palm our guns as we run toward the van. When the doors open and two men step out, I shoot high to avoid hitting Olivia, who stands frozen even as the man grabs her arm.

I yell for her to drop. Which, gratefully, she does. With her safely out of range, we unload on the van. The echoes of gunfireand the pings of bullets hitting metal fill the air. The windshield cracks, and we blow out both headlights, eliminating the light. The men dive back into the van. We continue shooting as they back up into the cross street before taking off.

The others continue to rush forward while I drop next to Olivia. Gathering her in my arms, I hold her quaking body. “I’ve got you, baby. You’re safe. Did they hurt you?”

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