Page 41 of Shadowed Vows: Ghost
I open my mouth to argue, but a loud bang from the front door cuts me off. Everyone freezes for a split second.
"Move!" Ghost barks.
The team springs into action. Nitro leaps into the SUV, engine roaring to life. "Finally, some action!" he calls out, excitement evident.
Frost is already on his motorcycle, face an emotionless mask as he readies his weapon.
Blade moves with deliberate purpose, mounting his bike with fluid grace. "Formation Delta?" he confirms.
Ghost nods sharply, grabbing my arm and pulling me towards his bike.
"Hold on tight," he growls as I climb on behind him. "And try not to enjoy this too much, little hellcat."
The garage door opens, and we peel out into the night, the thunder of engines drowning out the sound of my pounding heart.
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Alina's arms tighten around my waist as we tear out of the garage.
The rest of my team follows close behind, their bikes roaring to life in the night air. Jax brings up the rear in the armored SUV, ready to provide cover if needed.
"Hold on tight," I growl over my shoulder. Alina nods, her body pressed against my back.
We race down Russian Hill, the steep streets giving us an initial advantage. But it doesn't last long. The crack of gunfire echoes behind us, and I see muzzle flashes in my mirrors.
Shit. They're not messing around.
I weave through traffic, pushing the bike to its limits. Asher and Cole flank us, while Remy takes point, forging a path ahead.
"Ghost, we've got company!" Jax's voice crackles through my earpiece. "Three black SUVs, heavily armed."
Shit.
My jaw clenches. "Copy. Frost, Blade, take them out."
Alina flinches, her arms tightening around me as our pursuers open fire again. Bullets ping off nearby cars, and civilians scream in panic.
We hit Columbus Avenue, the wide street giving us more room to maneuver. But it also exposes us. I lean into a tight turn, feeling Alina shift her weight with mine.
She's good at this. Better than I expected.
"Incoming!" Remy shouts.
A black SUV cuts across our path, forcing us to split up. I gun the engine, barely missing its bumper as we shoot past. Alina's grip tightens, her breath hot on my neck.
"You okay back there?" I shout over my shoulder, concern creeping into my voice despite my best efforts.
"Just peachy," she yells back, her voice tight with tension. "Is this a typical Tuesday evening for you?"
"Nah, usually it's a lot quieter."
More gunfire erupts behind us. I glance in my mirror to see Asher returning fire, his precision deadly even at high speeds. One of our pursuers swerves wildly, tires blown out.
We race towards the Embarcadero, the bay glittering in the distance. It's too exposed, but we need the space to outmaneuver them.
"Nitro, we need cover!" I bark into my comm.
