“No, he’s not.”
His words drift over me a second before I feel his soft lips touch my forehead, and then I feel nothing.
Chapter 23—Bass
“Is she alive?” Kopper asks me as I check her pulse.
“Yeah, for now. Where’s General?” I hold her closer as I look over her wounds. She’s been hit a few times, and her face got smashed. She’s hurt, but I don’t see anything life-threatening at the moment. Who the fuck really knows from looking alone.
“He’s working on Chains. He got hit in the leg.” Kooper looks around at the destruction, his gun still drawn.
He’s had my flank since we left the bar, taking out suits right along with me. We got done from doing a sweep inside once the outside was clear. We rounded the back, and that’s when I saw Milly on her knees getting hit. I screamed for her to stay down as I tried to cover her, take out the threat, but the damn fool got up again. Kooper got the last asshole aiming at her, but not before he got another shot off at her. I barely caught her in time before she would have slammed her face on the pavement, making it twice as fucked up as it is now.
“Damn.” We’re bikers, but fuck, we never expected this. Sure, we have precautions in place when we’re planning for shit to hit the fan, but this was out of left field. We were unprepared, but we still took out all but a few who got away.
“You see where they went?” Law asks as he comes close to us, seeing Milly in my arms. “General! Get your ass over here,” he hollers, and I nod at him in gratitude.
“Nah, they took off before I could get a tracker on them,” Kooper says.
“I got one on them.”
We all look at the fucked-up prospect, coming out of the smoke and debris like a damn ghost. He’s beat up, but he’s walking. Barefoot. I saw him take the hit when the car plowed into him. I know he lost his shoes on impact. That he’s standing is a damn miracle. Even more magical is that he had the damn brains to put a tracker on one of those SUVs.
“You look like hell,” Law says as he holds out a hand for him to shake.
“Feel like it too. The tracker is one of my own, not part of the club. I took it off my bike.”
“You track your own bike?” Kooper asks, jerking his head back.
“Yeah. Wouldn’t be the first time I was in a bar and it got stolen. I got the app that alerts me of where it goes, but there’s a distance issue on it. We’ve got to go now before it gets out of range.”
“Yo.” General hustles over, doc bag in hand and accompanied by Bulldog and Domino. “Shit.” One look at Milly and he’s on his knees by me, pulling her out of my arms and putting her softly on the ground. I know enough about field dressing to get the hell out of the way when the experts arrive.
“What can you tell me?” he asks me as he checks her pulse and then looks at her wounds.
“Not much. Saw her take two bullets before I could get to her. Her nose is busted up, but I don’t know when that happenedor where she got the other bullets from. I counted four, and I think they’re through and through.”
“Fucking miracle if she makes it out of this without some serious issues,” General mutters before getting to work.
“What do we know?” Bulldog asks. He was with us when we were getting intel on Ivan, wanting us for a job, but like the rest of us, he went running out when we saw the main gate get hit.
“Not much. Flint’s checking in at our other places, but nothing else seems to be hit. Just here,” Law says as we all watch General do his shit.
“Who the fuck are these guys? We thinking Devils Damned?” Domino asks.
“Russians,” I say as I stand. “I heard a few of them talking before we took them out. And they took Ollie.”
“Fuck me sideways,” Domino grits out.
“We’ve got a lock on them, but we’ve got to go now. What bikes we got that work?” Law asks no one in particular, as I see the mess of what’s most of our rides from being hit.
“Four didn’t get hit. Yours, mine, Kooper’s, and Domino’s,” the prospect supplies.
“Right, tell Flint to track our cells. The others are with me. Bulldog, put us on lockdown,” Law calls out as he heads for his bike.
“Already did. I have all brothers heading here now or to get our families to bring them in,” Bulldog supplies as he walks away to assess the damage or just to help a fallen brother.
Fuckers knew how to hit us, but I don’t think anyone is worse off than Milly. Or I fucking pray they aren’t. Having themother chapter hit is going to cause a fucking ricochet of shit. Ivan fucked up if this was him. And if it’s not, I will beat every damn Russian I can find till I figure out who did this to our home.
