Finally, as night began to take the highway, I spotted taillights up ahead. The trees lining the interstate on either side were fading into the darkness. The only thing I could see was the patch of highway passing underneath our bikes through our headlights. And the taillights in the distance, threatening to get away from us.
We were riding so close to each other that the glow from our headlights allowed us to see each other just fine. I signaled to Dante to speed up ahead and check out the car. He nodded and dipped out of the pack. He killed his headlights so they wouldn’t see him approaching. He disappeared into the night up ahead as he gunned it to catch up with the car the rest of us were beginning to approach.
My nerves began to ball up in knots deep in my gut. I wasn’t planning on getting into a gunfight in the middle of the night. I figured that at least the highway was pretty deserted other than the few of us and the other car. If that did turn out to be Fang, the lack of traffic would make handling him a breeze. Still, it didn’t feel right. I felt like so much could go wrong shooting at each other blindly in the dark.
Dante cut his lights back on as we caught up with him and gave me a thumbs up. It was Fang. I nodded at him and killed my headlights. The rest of my brothers followed suit. Suddenly, we were immersed in darkness. Luckily, the moon was full, and bright enough that we could sort of make each other.
Without our headlights on, the night around us became much brighter. We could see more details of the road and the surrounding woods. Fang’s car up ahead was a beacon glowing in the night, calling us to it. I took a deep breath.
As far as I could tell, Fang and his men only numbered three. We were riding up on him six deep. We outnumbered them enough to hopefully keep our losses minimal, or better yet, nonexistent. We’d lost enough men already for one day. I wasn’t looking forward to risking more lives.
We picked up the pace again, and I signaled to the rest of the guys to hang back behind the car as I rode up close beside it to make sure it was, in fact, Fang’s sedan. I couldn’t get a good look inside. I couldn’t tell where Sasha was sitting.
I backed off, not ready to risk taking a shot at the car and hitting the one person I didn’t want to kill.
Dante gestured back at the car but I shook my head and pointed at my eyes. Man, we were on same damn page. That was why he was my second-in-command. He knew exactly what I was thinking.
He pointed at the back passenger side, and I knew he was telling me Sasha was on that side. I didn’t know how he could have known that, but I trusted his judgment. He knew better than to try to screw me over, especially when it came to her.
I looked back at the car and started to pull up beside it again. I was honestly surprised they hadn’t tried anything. With six motorcycles right on their ass, it was amazing they hadn’t heard us and realized we were there.
I didn’t see who shot first, but a couple of shots rang out in rapid succession. Shots were fired at the car, and shots were fired from the car.
Motorcycle headlights came on. There was no need to try to hide in the darkness, and we had every reason to let them know how many of us there were. The car jerked one way and then the other. I had to jerk my bike to keep from getting hit as the sedan swerved back and forth across the lanes.
A shot rang out from my left side as one of my men pulled up beside and fired at the back driver side window. The glass exploded and rained down in sparkling shards all over the road. I saw into the car and watched as Sasha ducked to keep from getting struck by glass or bullets.
Dante had been right, and whoever it was who’d pulled up beside me to shoot out the window was an awesome shot. He took out one of the men who had apparently helped Fang kidnap Sasha. It still didn’t make any damn sense to try to kidnap someone who already worked for him, but that was him, not us.
I backed off so I could look inside the car as it pulled ahead of me. Fang was behind the wheel. I laughed to myself and finally drew my weapon. I had my target, but the front passenger had his target, too, and I was forced to back off again as he opened fire on us. He struck my brother on the left, sending him and his motorcycle crashing into the median.
I signaled to Dante and the others that Sasha was down in the back, and a few shots rang out, shattering the back window. The car swerved again.
I sighed. This wasn’t getting the job done. I shot at the driver side window, blowing it out. Fang jerked the wheel again, and I was sure the car was about to lose control for good when it righted itself again and kept going straight.
This asshole’s determined, I thought to myself.