Protect & Serve(192)

“Damn,” Hunter hissed. “I knew they weren’t the white flag type… these assholes are going to return fire down to the last man…”

Gunfire hit the wall near us and all of us instinctively hit the floor.

We heard a shriek from outside as another couple of cartel members dropped to the ground, and slowly climbed up to the window.

More gunfire forced us to retreat.

It sounded like they were assaulting every defensive point at once, firing everywhere that they knew held one of our people.

“They’re staggering their fire,” Hunter realized aloud. “They’re distracting us, keeping us out of position … which means… oh, fuck, we’ve got to get down there and–”

The sounds of screeching tires cut him off. The color drained from my face. I realized what he had been trying to say… and how completely screwed we were.

“They’re here!” The other biker at our side shouted out. “There’s a van on the other side of the fence! They’re moving the girls!”

We rushed downstairs, trying to make it to the back door. Hunter had the flashlight, guiding our steps as we descended as fast as possible.

I felt my foot slip…

Stripped of sight, I fumbled around as I rolled painfully down the last few several steps to the floor. My pistol clattered out somewhere near me, and Hunter froze, whizzing around to secure me.

“Go!” I hissed. “Save them!”

“Done,” he replied without a moment’s hesitation, disappearing around the corner.

What if they missed someone in here?

I shuddered at the thought.

The gunfire continued, and I heard the spray of gravel. A couple of more screams rang out.

It was impossible to figure out what was going on out there…

There!

My fingers clasped around the barrel of my pistol. I was careful to slowly push the barrel turned away, facing out into the dark as I lifted the pistol from the ground.

Fumbling around with my other hand, I found the wall, guiding myself unsteadily back up onto my feet.

In just a few moments, I could return to the fight – and put down some of these rabid dogs that dared to kidnap teenage girls and force them into this filthy, despicable world that they had chosen.

BANG!

BANG! BANG!

The sound of screeching tires hit the air again. Gravel hit the side of the building in the van’s flight, and I knew that the surviving members of this little cartel operation were fleeing.

Well, at least we saved them, I thought aloud, hoping desperately that that was the truth.

I rounded the corner, facing out onto the back patio. Visible through shattered windows, dead bodies littered the ground; none of them were ours, thank god.

The bikers that had fought from this vantage point were leaning against the walls, their chests heaving from the disappearing adrenaline. They turned to face me, weapons still held high, but none of their faces looked particularly victorious.

With mounting horror, I stepped out the back door to face Hunter. He was doused in blood, climbing up the steps in a slow, quiet stagger.

“Where are the girls?” I asked, glancing over his shoulder at the abandoned vehicles on our side. “Did you fight them off? Are they in the van?”

Hunter glanced up in a frightening glare. “No,” he replied quietly. “The girls are gone.”





12





Furiously, Hunter slammed his fist against the side of the farmhouse in anguished defeat.

The rest of us listened in unified silence to his frantic shouts and vicious cursing. Several of his Dragons glanced between each other, and one of them took a few steps forward to try and sympathetically clasp his leader on the shoulder.

One swift, meaningful look from Grizz stopped the biker in his tracks.

With no other movement in sight, we watched Hunter compose himself. The furious biker president pulled himself back together rather quickly, all things considered.

“Burn the bodies,” he growled.

Grizz nodded towards the nearby bikers, and they began to fan out to collect the dead. Hunter stood silently, gazing towards the spot where the van had arrived.

I walked up to his side, following his statuesque stare. “There wasn’t anything else that you could do,” I tried to reassure him.

Hunter scoffed to himself before turning away, and it was at that moment I thought about just how screwed I was.

I was surrounded by death.

I’d shot a man dead.

Cherry on top, I was way out of my fucking jurisdiction… and I knew that the Lieutenant was going to have a goddamn field day demoting me down to janitorial duty if I didn’t end up on the inside of a prison cell first.

“I must have missed something,” Hunter growled to himself. “These assholes were waiting for us. There’s no reason why the cartel would have been in such a hurry. They’re more careful than this. They don’t like drawing attention. This wasn’t careful – this was hasty. Something rattled their cage…”