Caleb:A Black Widow MC Romance(38)

“What do you need that for,” she asked.



“Insurance.”



“Be careful, Liam,” she said.



“I always am,” I replied.



We approached the Russians and Wyatt took the lead.



“How's it going, Boris?” They shook hands.



“Could use a bottle of vodka,” he replied in his thick Russian accent.



“Show us the goods,” Wyatt ordered.



“What, no small talk?”



“Let's just get this over with.”



Boris shrugged. “Money first.”



Wyatt turned towards Hudson who threw a huge black duffel bag at the feet of the Russians. One of the goons bent over and unzipped the bag, revealing stacks of cash.



“Looks good, Boss,” he said to Boris.



Let's get down to business then. Wyatt followed Boris to the back of one of the Escalades. They popped the trunk and Wyatt examined the guns.



A reflection caught the corner of my eye. I looked to the right and saw light reflecting off a small circular mirror off into the woods. That could only be one thing.



“Everyone down!” I yelled. The Wheels of Ash members dropped to the floor as I pulled out my gun. A sniper shot echoed through the air, the bullet burrowing into the dirt in front of me. I pointed my gun at one of the Russian goons and fired two shots off, hitting him square in the face and neck—blood sprayed in an arc, covering the Escalade behind him.



Another Russian began firing at John with his assault rifle. John rolled out of the way and fired back with his pistol, hitting the goon in the stomach.



I ran to a fallen tree for cover just as the second sniper shot went off, narrowly missing my leg.



Hudson pulled a sawed-off shotgun from behind his back and blew away the third Russian, sending him flying into barn.



I aimed my gun at Boris but not before he took out a giant knife and sliced Wyatt's neck right in front of me. I walked out from behind the tree, screaming Wyatt's name. I unloaded my entire clip into Boris, tearing his body apart.



A rifle shot went off behind me and I swung around to see Bryce behind his bike—two shots and the sniper was dead.



I walked over to Wyatt and fell to my knees. He was already dead. Tears filled my eyes.



“We need to get out of here,” Bryce howled. Hudson yanked my arm until I was back on my feet. I snapped back to reality and ran to my bike. Charlotte cowered behind the motorcycle, shivering.



“Are you okay, baby?” I asked. I bent over and checked her for any wounds. There was no blood that I could see.



She nodded and stood up.



“We need to go. Everything is going to be all right.”





Chapter Nine





Charlotte





I heard Liam yell and then a loud crack rang through the air. I ducked behind the bike, peeking out over the seat. The Wheels of Ash members were on the ground, firing their weapons and killing the Russians. I'd never seen so much blood in my life.



I watched from afar as Wyatt's neck was opened up and blood stained his wife-beater. The alcohol and lunch from earlier almost came back up. Liam fired countless rounds in a blind rage until the last Russian was killed.



I sat down in the dirt and hugged my knees. I couldn't believe what I just saw.



Liam rushed over and bent down touching me over. He seemed so far away.



“Everything is going to be all right.”



His words brought me back to life. I stood up and got onto the motorcycle. We rode out of there and I wrapped my arms around Liam. I felt safe now.



We came back to Ortega Highway and a black Escalade came out of nowhere, swerving and skidding to catch up with us.



Shots fired into the air, zipping right by me. I ducked down, burying my face into Liam's back. My chest pounded and the blood in my veins blazed. The motorcycle picked up speed but we could only go so fast around the corners.



Liam pulled out his pistol and returned fire. His gun let out a bang close to my head.



I looked back to see Hudson pull out his shotgun. He nodded to us and slowed down, confronting the Escalade. We rounded a bend and lost sight of Hudson. Liam, John, Bryce, and I were the only ones left now.



“What about, Hudson?” I screamed to Liam.



“He can take care of himself,” Liam replied.



We made it back to civilization and I finally eased my grip on Liam. We came to an intersection and stopped. Without saying a word, John and Bryce went separate ways.



“Where are they going?” I asked.



“We need to split up. At least until things cool down.”



I nodded and we continued driving.





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Liam stopped the bike in front of a dingy motel. It had the classic neon light sign that said: Vacancy.