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“Too late, cocky bastard.”
Before he could grab me, I shouted, “Don’t shoot, Heel!” and moved outside of the cover of the tree. My hands were raised in surrender. “I give in. Take me back home.”
Heel was heading a dozen Wolverines. They all stood around, guns resting at their sides. Half of them looked bored. Others were swatting at the bugs buzzing around their faces.
Heel grinned. “What’s up, baby Wolverine? Good to see you not tied up in ropes.” He clucked his tongue. “Well, I wouldn’t say that. Did Royal Flush give you a good fuck? Bet his dick’s not as big as mine?—”
Bang!
I dropped to the ground, hands over my head. Damn it.
A bullet shot out of Knox’s gun and grazed Heel’s neck. He shouted in pain, hand flying to the wound, falling to his knees.
Some of the Wolverines jumped to action and fired back, but Heel yowled, “Stop shooting, dumbasses! We’re not to harm Princess!”
They obeyed. I dared to glance up through the ferns. Heel’s neck was stained red. Had the bullet hit a vital vein? By the way he had the strength to stand and look murderous, it seemed he would be fine. That sucked ass.
Come on, Devils. Get Gabriel’s text. We need backup.
Knox was snapping at me to get the fuck back behind the tree with him. He didn’t lunge to grab me. Everyone knew he’d get a storm of bullets his way.
“Caroline, I swear?—”
I got to my feet and rushed toward Heel. “We can make a deal.”
Heel and some of the Wolverines chuckled.
“Don’t think so, Princess,” Heel said slowly so as not to agitate the bleeding wound. “You’re going to pay for this, Knox. Expect my hospital bill in a week.”
“Take me back to my father,” I said as if he hadn’t spoken. “And leave the Devils alone. It’s not a difficult agreement.”
Heel rolled his eyes. “In theory, yeah. But Bossman gave the order to butcher every Devil we see. I won’t argue with that at all.” His voice darkened. “You’re coming home, Caroline, and your fuckbuddy Knox is gonna join his brother over there. That was my bullet, by the way.”
Mason and Knox roared but didn’t leave the tree cover.
Heel jerked his chin. “Grab her.”
I bolted.
The Wolverines rushed toward me, but I managed to snatch up Gabriel’s fallen gun and start my own round of shooting. They were impressively good at obeying Walter’s commands to keep me in one piece.
I got a few hits in, but nothing fatal as I reached the trailer clearing. I dodged men trying to grab me. They were all huge, burly bastards, and I was too quick. And a better shot than ever, as I shot at their bike tires, flattening them in seconds.
Just as I was tackled to the ground, the cavalry arrived.
The Devil’s Luck came roaring into the clearing, their bikes falling over as they leapt into action, shooting.
Someone pulled the Wolverine off me, then grabbed my arms and lifted me to my feet easily. I thrashed, but Knox’s voice hissed in my ear, “It’s me, woman. Get to the truck. The bike is too vulnerable.”
I hauled ass, Knox not far behind. I glimpsed Jackson and the other Devils fighting like hell.
“Go!” Jackson roared. “We got ‘em!”
Knox and I jumped into the truck. The engine sputtered when he turned the key. Knox cursed and slammed his palm to the dashboard. Miraculously, it worked, and the truck came to life. Knox yanked it into drive and hit the pedal to the metal.
The tires skidded, jerking us forward. Knox glanced in the rearview mirror and sucked in a breath. His hand moved to the back of my head and shoved it forward just as a hailstorm of bullets came through the windows.
My memory blanked out after that, because the next thing I knew, we were on the highway, speeding back toward Reno. No other Wolverines or bikes around. We had a clear path back.