Helpless (Steel Demons MC #5) - Crystal Ash Page 0,63
Gunner’s small dagger that he loaned me. The silver metal reflected the lamplight and I saw the first look of genuine fear in the governor’s eyes.
“Who sent you?” he hissed.
“Doesn’t matter.” I waved the dagger in front of his chest. “But you’re going to back away, right now.”
“What do you want, land? Goods?” Blake stared at the weapon in my hand. “We can work something out.”
“Dad!” Malcolm had finally caught on to the commotion outside the gazebo. “Something’s happening!”
People were running and screaming in my peripheral vision, but I didn’t dare take my eyes off of the governor. The guys must have created a diversion of some sort.
“Tell me what you want.” Blake raised his hands. “Just don’t hurt my family.”
I could have laughed. Like he really cared about anyone but himself. He just needed family members for his image.
“Leave her.” I jerked my head toward Kyrie. “The rest of you can go.”
Blake’s mouth tilted up into another smug smile and I realized my mistake. “You’re with Four Corners then?”
“No fucking way!” Malcolm bellowed. “I need her!”
A loud boom sent all of us stumbling. The gardens were now covered in smoke as armed police filed through, their weapons readied. They didn’t look to be pointing at anyone in particular, but that grenade had been meant for someone.
“We’ll find you another bitch,” Blake reached over and yanked his son up by his jacket. “Four Corners just declared war.”
They stumbled out of the gazebo towards the cover of their police. Forgotten, Eva followed with a drunken wobble. I didn’t have time to feel bad for her and grabbed Kyrie’s wrist.
“You have to come with me!” I pulled her to her feet and started running.
“Is it true?” She hurried alongside me. “You’re with my father?”
“Sort of.” I whipped my head in all directions as I ran, searching for a familiar face. “We’re taking you home. You’ll be safe.”
I hoped the police would just write us off as panicked women from the mixer running around aimlessly, but I should have known Blake wouldn’t let us go that easily. A pair of armed men in matching black uniforms pointed and yelled at us to stop.
“Come on!” I grabbed Kyrie’s arm and ran faster, my lungs already burning.
“Where are we going?” she cried, looking back over her shoulder.
“Don’t know yet, I’m looking for my people.”
A series of loud shots rang out and I dove to cover my head. The momentum sent me sprawling and I thought of Reaper, how I wouldn’t be with him for a final time. Gunpowder filled my nose when I hit the ground, and a ringing screeched in my ears. Kyrie crashed-landed next to me and I threw an arm over her to shield her.
My trembling hand moved over her back in search of any blood or bullet wounds, but felt nothing. No more shots came through the ringing in my skull, so I dared to look behind us.
The cops lay dead in the grass.
“Let’s go, come on!”
A masculine voice sounded far away, but the rough hand that tugged me to my feet was very close indeed. T-Bone had purple bruising forming around his eye, and a bloody lip. His hands pressed to my cheeks, pupils searching mine.
“Are you okay?”
I nodded, looking back to Kyrie, who was being helped to her feet by Grudge. “This is her. She knows we’re the good guys.”
“Good. Dyno and Lark are stealing a car. Let’s get to the edge of the block—”
More shots rang out, followed by voices yelling. We took off toward the street, the guys pushing us in front so they could have our backs.
“Where’s Shadow?” I looked around for him desperately.
“Don’t know. He went stealth to pick off these cops.” T-Bone ran backwards, he and Grudge returning fire to the cops that chased us.
We ran around trees and jumped over bushes, zig-zagging through the park. Once we reached the sidewalk, I nearly tumbled straight into traffic with all my forward momentum. Following me, Kyrie did the same thing and I pulled her back.
“Watch out!” she shrieked, pointing behind me.
I whirled around to see a massive black Hummer drive up onto the sidewalk, heading straight for us. If it weren’t for the driver sticking his head out of the window, I knew I’d have met my death under those massive tires.
“That’s our ride,” I told her, waving at Dyno in the driver’s seat. “Let’s go!”
He shoved open a door as we ran up, and I pushed Kyrie inside.