Page 27 of Smoke
“Fuck!” I yelled, slamming my truck into reverse and trying to back out of the long driveway.
“To the left!” Bash yelled, pulling his gun out.
“On the right too,” Blade yelled, moving frantically in the truck.
The night sky lit up as gunfire exploded around us.
“Get down!” I yelled, my heart pounding in my throat. The windows blew out around us. “Stay down,” I commanded, trying to shield my face with my arm as I sped rapidly in reverse down the path. White-hot searing pain tore through my shoulder and then my side. Biting my cheek hard enough to draw blood, I tried not to cry out. I still had friends in the truck and our safety was the only thing that mattered at the moment.
Bash crawled from the front to the back, and helped Blade kick out the remainder of the busted back window.
“Can you see?” Blade asked.
“Yes,” I snapped, spinning out onto the dirt road. They were so damn stubborn.
Throwing the truck in gear, I grabbed my phone and tossed it to Bash. “Call Jasper and stay the fuck down.” Bash moved back to the front and used a flashlight to bust the glass back from the windshield. Even though the last thing we needed was for itto blow back and cut us, I wanted him to get down and protect himself. I reached rapid speeds trying to get as far away from the factory as I could.
“Smoke?” Bash asked, his voice heavy with worry. I knew without looking he could see my injuries.
“I’m fine,” I lied. “Call Jasper,” I ordered again.
Jasper answered almost immediately. His voice sounded rough, like he’d been sleeping.
“Smoke? What’s wrong?”
“We were fucking ambushed tonight,” Bash filled in for me.
I was glad, fatigue was coming in hard, the edges of my vision blurred. Shaking my head, I tried to focus on the road ahead of me.
“What! Where?” he asked. Scrambling sounds filled the line before we heard his computer keys clicking.
“I can’t see your location! Did you turn your GPS off?”
Fuck! Someone had been able to shut off our locations?
“No. Did you send us on a job tonight?” Blade asked.
“No.”
“Fuck!” Blade exclaimed. He was suddenly fussing with my arm. The sound of fabric tearing vaguely registered over the sound of Jasper’s frantic questions.
“We all got texts telling us to meet at the south factory. We were together so we just took Smoke’s truck, but we didn’t realize we’d all been texted different codes. Suddenly we were under fire. We got out of there as quickly as we could, but we didn’t get any information,” Bash said, trying to help Blade. “If we’d split up and each gone in alone, we’d be dead. The only reason we’re breathing now is because Smoke drove us out while Blade and I returned fire.”
“The girls are at my house with Kay. Send some men to keep an eye on the house.” I said, struggling to talk.
“Smoke?” Jasper asked.
“Hey, man, pull over, okay? I’ll drive,” Bash said, already taking the wheel.
Blade pulled out his gun and watched through the back window. “We’re not being followed.”
I couldn’t get my right arm to cooperate. It shook from the strain of trying to keep us on the road.
“I got it, man. You’re good,” Bash said.
“Bash?” Jasper asked.
“Smoke has been shot. We need help.”
