A mile or so up the road, bikers come from the opposite side, and I quickly lean forward and pull my gun out from behind my back.
I count seven men, and as they get close enough, they raise their weapons and open fire, but only two of the bullets slam into the SUV.
I floor the gas, playing chicken with the idiots, and at the last minute, they all swerve to avoid me, which is a pity. I would’ve enjoyed running them over.
I stop the SUV, and shoving the door open, I climb out and return fire.
I hit two of the men before they start shooting at me again. One of the bastards gets in a lucky shot, the bullet slamming into my side.
I glance down, then look back up again, shaking my head. Done playing around, I fire off one shot after the other until all seven lie dead in the road.
Getting back into the SUV, I start the engine and speed away from the crime scene, the tires screeching.
I check my side, and it’s only then that the pain starts to register. Angry, I pick up my phone and call Santiago.
“Hey. Are you on your way?” he asks. “We’re getting pizza.”
“No. I had a run-in with the MC and left seven bodies in the middle of the road.”
“Are you okay?”
I glance down at the blood staining my entire left side. “I’m fine. Just a fleshwound.”
“Send me the location of the bodies. I’ll have everything cleaned up.”
“What if the police get to the scene before you?” I ask.
“Oh no, I’m not going there.” Santiago chuckles. “I’m just going to bribe everyone to turn a blind eye. After all, you did do the good people of Aurora a favor by taking out some of the trash littering the streets.”
“If you say so.”
“I’ll send men. If there’s no one on the scene, I’ll have them clear the bodies and bikes.”
“Thanks.”
“Are you going to the hospital?” he asks.
“No. I’ll remove the bullet myself. It won’t be the first time.”
“So, you’re coming here?”
“No. I’m going to the lakehouse. I won’t be back at the motel for a while.”
“Oooh. Finally going to sit down and have a talk with Jenna. Cassia will be happy to hear that.”
“Whatever,” I grumble.
“Talk to you later, brother. Have her kiss your wound better.”
Shaking my head, I end the call as I turn up the driveway that leads to the house.
When I stop the SUV and get out, Oscar hurries closer, and seeing the blood on my clothes, he asks, “Are you okay, sir?”
“It’s nothing,” I reply. “But get rid of this SUV.”
“Will do.”
I check the security footage on my phone, and seeing Jenna has fallen asleep, I let out a sigh.
