Silas and his brothers parked off to the far-left side of the long building, climbing off their bikes as they pulled their guns from their holsters at their backs.
They started to slink around the side to round to the back.
Unease vibrated through me as Otto and Cash rode up to my side and we pulled to a stop to the left of the Volvo.
We killed our bikes’ engines.
Instantly, it was silent.
Too fucking silent.
A stagnant wickedness oozed through the air.
Cash and Otto stood from their bikes, feeling it, too.
We all pulled out our weapons.
I leaned against the Volvo, my gun held between two hands, finger on the trigger as I jutted my chin, letting them know to cover me because I was going for the door directly in front of Piper’s SUV.
Spirit screaming because I knew she was behind it.
I could feel her.
Her soul weeping.
Grief and guilt and her ferocity bleeding out.
Otto gave me the sign that they had me, and I kept low, moving for the door.
I was halfway to it when the doors on either side of hers suddenly burst open.
A barrage of gunshots rang, and I hit the ground, gasping in shock as my brothers returned fire. Both Otto and Cash jumped behind the tail of the Volvo, using it as a shield as they deflected the attack.
Bullets pinged, spitting against the ground around me.
Crashes and gunfire echoed from the back of the building where Silas and his brothers had gone.
Shouts and cries.
My heart battered.
Fuck.
I didn’t know who was down. Could barely make out anything in the disorder.
But I had one purpose in all of this.
One job.
And that was to get to Piper.
Adrenaline stampeding through my veins, I crawled across the ground as Otto and Cash continued to battle it out with the bastards who were firing from the two rooms on either side of where Piper was being held.
Dust and smoke clung to the air, and I gritted my teeth as I rose up so I could deliver a shot to the lock.
Then I lifted my boot and kicked in the shredded wood with one blow.
The door clattered open to the inside of the dingy, dark room.