Finally, sick of playing games, I took aim at the front driver side tire. I held my gun in place for a moment, keeping it trained on the tire. I knew what I risked by shooting out the front tire. Fang was certain to lose control of the car, and I was going to put Sasha in a lot of danger by taking that shot, but the longer we kept up this little cat and mouse shit, the more danger we put her in anyway. If things kept going the way they were, it wouldn’t be long before she took a stray bullet anyway.
“I’m sorry,” I said aloud, and I pulled the trigger.
The tire exploded, and the car jerked violently to one side. Suddenly, it was flipping, rolling on its side towards the shoulder of the interstate.
We slowed down, and I checked behind us to make sure no one was coming. A pair of headlights passed on the other side of the median, but they didn’t slow down to observe what was happening on our side of the highway.
I slid my gun back under my belt as we pulled up to the wreckage. It didn’t look like anyone could walk away from it. Steam came from underneath it. Well, the underside was facing us, as the sedan finally came to a rest on its side on the shoulder of the interstate, between the blacktop and the tree line.
I held out a hand to keep everyone back at first as we pulled over onto the side of the road. I killed my engine and listened as the others behind me did the same. I climbed off my tired old bike with my hand on my gun. Suddenly, putting it aside seemed a little premature. I wasn’t sure if anyone was going to spring out of the car and start shooting, or if we’d effectively eliminated the threat.
Gun shots rang out from the car. We couldn’t see the shooter, but they were taking aim at us as Dante and I approached.
We ducked and stepped back. Bullets hit the pavement around us and zinged past our heads. Whoever was shooting wasn’t a good aim. Knowing Fang and his mean, that was a pretty good indication the shooter was injured, meaning my shot in the tire had definitely given us the upper hand.
I tilted my head back to the bikes, and Dante nodded. We rushed back over to the bikes, where the rest of the guys were waiting with their headlights off. Fang and his last remaining goon weren’t likely to see us in the dark while we regrouped. We weren’t even sure if both of them survived the wreckage of the car.
“Did you get a look at who was shooting?” I asked Dante.
“Nope. I couldn’t even see where they were shooting from,” he told me.
“You don’t think it’s possible someone else could have shown up, do you?”
“What, like backup?” He shook his head. “We would have heard them or would have seen them if they had.”
“Maybe,” I said. “But he didn’t seem to hear or see us.”
“Yeah, but look around. It’s just us and whoever is left in the car,” he said.
“Good point.”
Our brothers stood with their guns ready, awaiting orders. Everyone knew how important this mission was, so no one really seemed to be in a hurry to rush over and just start shooting. They wanted to make sure they were doing the right thing and not putting Sasha in any more danger than she was already in.
It felt good to know that when things were really looking bleak, I still had so many men at my back. We were a family. These days, we were a rather large family, and it was probably time to open up a second chapter within the same city or start shipping guys out to other chapters.
We were practically an army, which was appropriate, I thought, since it felt like we were at war with Fang and his goons. We were about to end that war, though, right there on the side of the interstate.
Chapter 23
Sasha
Gunshots rang out again as the car lay on its side. I flinched, unsure of where the shooters were or who was even shooting. I tried to pull myself together into a ball underneath the body that had fallen on me. I was beginning to grow claustrophobic underneath him, but I realized he provided cover.
If Fang was one of the men shooting, I figured he would have ignored me if he thought I was dead or if he didn’t see me hiding underneath the man in black from the back seat. I put my bound hands against his against his back and held him above me, creating a pocket of air where I could breathe.
I wanted to call out for help, but I didn’t want to draw attention to myself while Fang and the other guy might have still been in the car. I sat and controlled my breathing, keeping it slow and quiet, trying to calm my body.
Adrenaline rushed through me, but it was really unnecessary. I was not about to hop up and try to run anywhere. I wasn’t about to try to fight my way out of the car. I was fine right where I was for the time being. If working for Fang had taught me anything, I knew that sometimes it was just better to sit and wait things out. Sometimes situations really did handle themselves.