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The cars peeled toward me.
I grinned, spun my back tire, and launched forward, letting them follow at a far enough distance where they couldn’t pull anything on me. A cop yelled out the window for me to stop. His voice died on the wind. He fired three shots in rapid succession, but he had terrible aim. I made myself as small as possible in the saddle, kept my eyes on the road ahead, and remembered what Suzie said to me.
The bike was made for straightaways, not corners.
I’d have to make sure I had a good lead on the cars when I came into corners. I couldn’t risk them catching me. With their wider center of gravity, they wouldn’t risk tipping over. But me? If I dumped my bike in a corner, I’d be done for. There was no doubt in my mind ifthey caught me, they’d kill me. I knew too much about their corruption for them to let me survive to see a day in court and potentially expose them.
They’d put a bullet in my skull.
Hell, they might even bring my corpse to the landfill to show the MC.
Tex would lose his damn mind and make a mistake.
No,I thought, tightening my grip on the throttle and giving it more speed,I can’t crash.
I’d lead the cruisers away to buy the men time, and I’d circle back, leading the cops back to Bates once the battle at the landfill wound down. If someone needed my help, I could get them out of there or I could warn them. The cops would only chase me for so long before they headed back to their master.
It would all be about timing.
I grinned into the night.
We’d pulled off a psychotic plan last night. Why not tonight, too?
CHAPTER 37
JAMESON
Bullets flew.
Caroline screamed orders at her father’s men. “Get him in the fucking car!You!Move your fucking ass. He’s hit! He’s hit! Moss!” Her wild blue eyes landed on her enforcer, who stood several feet from me, his right leg still leaking from the hole I’d shot through his thigh. Caroline pointed at me. “Kill him.”
The frenzy around us threatened to distract me, but I kept my attention on the immediate threat—Walter Bates’s enforcer, Moss.
He was a dark-featured, wicked-looking man. He wore armored riding gloves, so a punch from him would hurt like hell. And if he hit me in the ribs?
Well, I’d jump that bridge if I got to it.
Caroline hurried after her father as he was half dragged to her SUV, and she shot a murderous look over her shoulder at me.
I grinned at her. Why not piss her off a little more?
Moss charged. I met him with fury. Down below, I could hear Mason barking orders at the MC, and I worried that meant Jackson was out of commission. As Moss’s fist flew toward my jaw, Sam’s face flashed in my mind.
I had to get Jackson home to her.
I dodged Moss’s fist and drove my knee into his thigh, right where the bullet was wedged in muscle. He screamed, staggered back, and clutched at his bleeding leg.
I shook out my arms and rolled my shoulders. “Let’s go, fucker. It’s you and me.”
Moss met my gaze, and while he sized me up, I did the same.
Several weeks ago, he’d kicked the shit out of Mason, and Mason was a hell of a fighter. Jackson and the others needed me, so I couldn’t afford to let this asshole walk away from this fight in one piece. I already had the upper hand because of his bum leg, but letting that give me false confidence would be a mistake.
In order to come out of this alive, I had to assume he had more in his arsenal, and a bullet in the leg wouldn’t slow him down.
Moss spat on the gravel. “You Devils are all the fucking same. Scrappy. Desperate. Pathetic.” He laughed. “Do you really think you’re going to get out of here alive? The police are on their way. Your President is probably face down in the filth somewhere, bleeding out, destined to join his brother six feet under. It’s about time someone put you scum out of your fucking misery.”
He’s trying to provoke you. Stay calm.
