He was too far for a decent shot but Liv took one, sending Scully jumping as the bullet ricocheted off a tree close to him.
Scully disappeared into the dense orchard but Torch kept running after him.
“What the…” Liv muttered. “Torch, stop. He’s climbing up a fucking tree to get a shot at you. Two o’clock.”
He ground to a halt and looked in that direction. “Don’t kill him,” he demanded.
The next thing he heard was the drone fire. Twenty yards away, he saw Scully drop to the ground.
Shit.
“Shoulder shot,” Liv assured him as he sprinted over.
Scully was trying to get to his feet when Torch grabbed him and took him down.
As they started fighting, Biff’s voice called out, “George is making a run for the gate. Torch, you’re the closest.”
Son of a bitch, that fucker definitely wasn’t slipping out.
Scully took advantage of the split-second distraction and swung at Torch’s face, landing a hard punch to his cheek. But as quickly as it had happened, Scully was being thrown to the ground from behind.
“I got him, take the ATV!” Grimm yelled out.
Torch jumped on it without thinking twice and headed for the entrance.
“Liv!” he heard Beanie roar in his earpiece.
She didn’t answer. “What’s she doing?” Torch demanded. He sped up, assuming she was probably about to make him regret everything.
“She’s going after George on her bike,” Beanie said.
“God-fucking-dammit!” Torch seethed. “Babe, turn your ass around!”
She still didn’t say anything.
He went flying out through the wide open gate, trying to catch up to his wife and old man before either one did something fucking stupid. A couple hundred yards up, he spotted both sets of tail lights.
“Liv, back off,” he hissed. “I’m right behind.” What he’d do when he got close, he didn’t know. Stopping a car with an ATV wasn’t bound to end well for him, and shooting George in the head wouldn’t help them find the coins if he knew where they were.
She was obviously aware of the predicament. “Hang on, I’m at a bad angle for him,” she finally said.
“Get outta the fucking way,” he ordered, close enough now that his headlights brought the action into full view.
She didn’t listen. Instead, she shot out the back window and threw something at it. Her brakes flashed and the bike veered to the left, a second or two before a flashbang went off inside the gray car. She narrowly avoided getting swiped as it started to spin out, but must have hit gravel and went flying off the bike anyway.
“Babe! Fuck!” He angled towards her.
“I’m alive, go get him,” she yelled,
Leave it to his fucking woman to make him think she was about to get herself killed, right before making a break for it with inches to spare. It was like every other situation where she tried to push his goddamn buttons right up to the point of making him blow. He’d deal with that shit later.
Knowing that she was okay, he turned his focus back on the out of control car.
He was only about fifty yards back as it came to a stop. Bullets started flying from inside and he returned fire, aiming at plastic and metal instead of glass. He wanted to chat before blowing the asshole’s brains out. Just as he reached the vehicle and hopped off the ATV, all the shooting stopped. It looked like George was out of ammo.
Not giving him a chance to reload, Torch tucked his gun away and lunged toward the door. Yanking it open, he pulled his father out by the neck and slammed the motherfucker to the ground. He was gripping his empty gun like it would still help him.
With his hair sweaty and falling into his face, Torch kicked it out of his hand and launched an assault on George’s face.
Slam.
Teeth cracked and blood spurted out of his nose.
“Thought you could pull one over on me, huh?!” Torch raged.
With a mouthful of blood, George hissed, “Fuck you, Cam—”
He landed another punch, this time in the jaw. “My name’s Torch, you piece of shit!”
Over and over, he swung at his father’s face, getting at least half a dozen blows in before picking him up by the collar, slamming him against the car, and pinning him by the throat.
His head reflexively swung around as a gunshot rang out. He caught Liv hitting the ground in his peripheral vision. “Liv!”
He pulled his gun and pointed it at a nearby militia shooter who’d popped out of nowhere and taken her down. But before he got