Temper (Knights of Fury #3) - Chantal Fernando Page 0,28
women get to live.”
“Why don’t you tell me what you want from me now and save us the hassle?” Temper says in a calm tone, while he opens the car door and pushes me inside the driver’s seat, in a quick, bold move that sets the shooters on edge.
“Don’t move!” the man yells, hand now shaking, finger on the trigger. “I will kill you all.”
What occurs next happens so fast that there isn’t much time to panic. Temper and Saint charge at the men while Renny opens the car door, pushes Izzy and Skylar inside, and throws me the keys. I start the car, fingers trembling, and watch in horror while Temper fights two men, punching one in the face and taking his gun, which goes off, shooting into the air, while Saint and Renny take on the other two.
“We have to get out of here,” Skylar says quickly from behind me, tone filled with panic. “The cops are going to come and we’re all going to be fucked.”
I don’t know what comes over me next. I don’t know if it’s my flight-or-fight reflexes, or if it’s because these men are specifically targeting me, but as soon as I get the opening, I throw the car into drive and press down on the gas. The car goes flying forward, knocking down the two men Temper was fighting, while he jumps out of the way.
Temper goes to help Saint and Renny when I yell, “Get in!” To them all.
All three manage to get into the car without anyone getting shot, half of the men on the ground from being run over and the other half injured from the beating they got.
“Drive!” Temper says from the front seat, and he doesn’t need to tell me twice. I race out of there, keeping to the speed limit as to not draw any other extra attention to us, my fingers trembling on the wheel, my knuckles whiter than they’ve ever been.
“Holy fuck,” I whisper to myself over and over again.
What have I done? I just literally ran over two men, and yes, they were trying to kidnap me at gunpoint, so they weren’t necessarily upstanding citizens, but apparently neither am I.
“They were fine,” Temper promises me, holding on to my knee and squeezing it. “They got back up as we drove off, okay? You didn’t do any permanent damage.”
“Okay.” I nod, licking my dry lips. “I can’t believe that just happened.”
“I can’t believe none of us got shot,” Renny adds from the back seat.
“Or arrested,” Saint adds.
Fuck.
When we’re a safe distance away, I pull over on the side of the road. “Can you drive?” I ask Temper. I don’t know the way back to the clubhouse, and with what just happened, I don’t need the added stress of navigating a new city. Not to mention I’ve been drinking and am definitely over the limit. Although I feel extremely sober right now, I know that I’m not.
“I’ll drive,” Renny says, getting out of the car and swapping seats with me. He stops and gives me a big hug before I get in the back seat. “You okay?” he asks me softly.
I nod. “Yeah, I’ll be fine.”
Izzy wraps her arms around me as I get into the back seat. I have so many questions, but right now I’m in shock, and I just want to get home and pretend this whole thing never happened.
I seem to be doing that a lot since inviting Temper into my life.
I guess the girls were right—trouble really does follow them around.
Chapter Eleven
“They must have followed us, and saw you and Abbie kissing in the club,” Renny says to Temper, pacing back and forth in the living room. “And thought they’d take her in revenge for what happened.”
Renny eyes Izzy, who looks confused, and I only just remember that she still doesn’t know about him killing that guy.
“Revenge for what?” she asks, frowning. “What am I missing here? Didn’t they shoot at you guys last time? Shouldn’t it be us wanting revenge, not them?”