me home. I want to take a nap.”
They returned to the kitchen, where Winter grabbed a bottle of water she had placed in the freezer. It had frozen solid since she had put it there. Deciding to take it, anyway, she knew it would be icy cold when it melted.
“Why did you get Train away from me last night?”
“Because I know what it’s like to love someone when they don’t love you back.”
Winter was staring up at her when the front door fell open. One man she recognized was bleeding, but the one pointing a gun at Jackal’s head was someone she had never seen before.
“Don’t move.” His Spanish accent left Winter with little doubt of whom she was looking at.
He slammed the front door with his foot, throwing Jackal to the floor when he did so. The movement showed he was holding a second gun in his other hand.
In terror, her hand on her belly froze, as well as every muscle in her body.
Killyama shifted on her feet, the tiny movement barely discernible as Raul kicked Jackal out of his way.
He darted into the room to make sure no one else was inside while Jackal groaned.
Winter tried to move toward him, but Killyama held her back.
“You are Viper’s woman?” Raul asked.
Winter knew her answer was a death sentence for her and their child.
“What’s it to you?” Killyama said.
The gun that had been trained on her swung toward Killyama. His hate-filled face snarled as he shot her, and Killyama’s hand dropped from her arm. Blood poured out of her shoulder, trailing down her arm.
Winter’s apprehensive gaze swung toward the sliding glass door, afraid that Sex Piston or Beth would come into the room.
“Please, there are children outside.”
“I do not give a fuck! I will kill them all. When Viper arrives, he will find his wife and child dead.”
Just as she had feared, the sliding glass door began to open. Raul turned his head, keeping one gun pointed at her and Killyama and the other at the door.
“Throw the water.”
Without thought, Winter obeyed Killyama’s order. As the woman jumped in front of her, another shot rang out. Winter screamed, dropping to her knees and holding her stomach as agony traveled from the tips of her toes through every bone in her body. She continued screaming, unable to bare the pain.
Miserable, she could only watch as Killyama took a running jump, yelling at Sex Piston to run. The woman had been shot twice, but she threw her foot out, kicking and knocking Raul against the door. Blood ran from his forehead as he lifted the guns to point them at her again, and she struck out in a blur. One fell to the floor; the other was twisted out of his grip.
Raul leaned down to pick one of the guns up, but Killyama jerked her knee up, slamming him in his face. He fell back against the door again. Spit dribbled out the corner of his mouth as he attacked her, his face filled with rage.
Winter bit down on her hand, trying to keep herself from crying out again when she saw the blood covering the lower part of her sundress.
“Lay down.” Sex Piston reached her, helping her lower herself to the floor.
“Get out of here,” Winter gasped in agony, squeezing her hand, contradicting her plea.
Killyama was still in a struggle for their lives.
“I’m not fucking going anywhere.” Sex Piston blocked her in case Raul managed to get one of the guns.
Killyama and Raul were rolling on the floor. He managed to stretch out and touch one of the weapons, taking his eyes off Killyama for a second. It cost him his life.
She used her foot to kick the weapon she couldn’t reach in time, kicking it toward Jackal as he tried to sit up. The dazed biker managed to snatch the gun, firing it. Raul’s cold face became one of horror when death came to meet him.
Sirens and yells came from the door where Killyama and Raul sat in a bloody pool. Killyama grabbed one of Raul’s feet to pull him away from the door. Covered in blood from her hair to her bare feet, she managed to open the door with a slippery hand.
“Winter!”
Viper and Knox came running in, sliding in Raul’s blood. Viper managed to catch his balance, falling down to his knees beside her.
“God, no.” Her husband’s face contorted in grief.
Winter started to touch his cheek, but when she saw the blood on her hand, she put it