48. Chapter 47
Chapter 47
Hunter
I hated leaving Charlie and Blake at the clubhouse. The thought of getting back to them quickly, plagues me. I love being on the open road with the wind in my face and the comradery of my brothers, but I love being inside Blake more. That thought alone has me pulling the throttle a little harder to get to where we are going quicker.
To my surprise, there are very little cars on the roadway, making our trip run as smooth as possible. I lose myself in the feel of the road beneath my bike, and the cool air filling my lungs. If I didn’t know what Blake felt like, I’d say this alone was heaven. But I know better now.
Six hours into our journey, my knee starts to ache something fierce. The last time we took a trip this long, I had to stop a few times to keep it from locking up. Right now seems like one of those times, but I don’t want to stop just for my sake with the cargo we have on board.
Xavier speeds to the front of the pack and swerves so he is closer to me. “Let’s take a break. My back is fucking killing me.”
I smirk and nod, signaling to the left for the rest of the crew to know what we are doing.
Biker after biker form a line with their bikes. We slowly begin turning the engines off and kicking our feet up. I pull the pack of cigs from my vest pocket and light one up. I am mid-drag when a roar comes from further down the road.
With my cig still in my mouth, I drop my feet to the ground and perch my ears for a better listen. Just then, shots ring out, and something sounds like it explodes at the back of the van. The van comes barreling toward the bikes, and we all hop off to take cover.
Just then, another group of bikers come flying down the road, revving their engines and pointing semi-automatic rifles at us. They begin firing.
“Get to cover!” I scream, jumping behind my bike and grabbing my pistol. I get a few shots off and then turn to check the rest of my brothers.
Xavier holds his leg to stop the bleeding, firing over his bike at nothing in particular. A few of the other guys are lying on their backs behind their bikes.
Fuck.
I knew something bad was going to happen. I have been dreading this run the entire time.
One last shot rings from Xavier’s gun as the motorcycles disappear into the distance. They leave us to pick up our fallen and recoup.
“What were their colors?” Xavier groans.
“White and blue. The Blue Devils.”
Xavier shakes his head. “Are they stupid enough to attack us like this?.”
I wave my hand at the massacre in front of us. “Well, someone fitting their description sure is.”
My rage is not warranted toward him, but I can’t help but be upset about the entire situation.
My ears are ringing, and people are groaning all around me. I check to make sure the other bikers are out of sight and rush over to where Xavier lies clutching his leg. “How bad is it?” I try to swat his hands away so that I can assess his situation.
He shakes his head. “Check on the other guys; the bullet is lodged in the muscle. It hurts like hell, but I’m fine.”
I give him a grim look and glance over his head toward the rest of the riders. “Shit.” I spot two of our guys giving another man CPR at the other end of the line. I rush toward them and drop to my knees. One of my men lies on his back with blood coming from his mouth. “Where’s he shot?”
The prospect who is covered in this guy’s blood looks up at me with frantic eyes. “I don’t know. I don’t know.” He keeps repeating it in a whispered tone and shaking his head.
I grab him by the shoulder and push him backward to get him out of my way. “Go help someone else. I got him.”
I look around to find Viper looking at his arm and putting pressure on it. “Vipe! You good?”
He looks around the bikes to where I am and starts walking my direction. “Yeah, man, It’s just a graze.”
I let out a breath. Thank God . “Go help Xavier with the bullet in his leg. We’ll need to remove it before he rides back home.”
“Home?” Xavier yells. “We’re not going home!”
I cover the guy’s hole in his stomach with pressure and hold it in place as I yell back at Xavier. “Yes the fuck we are! The van is fucked; there is smoke coming from the engine. We have no way of getting the merch down to Mexico, man. Not to mention, Sam will murder me if I don’t get you fixed up.”
Xavier groans as Viper starts digging in his leg, feeling around for the bullet.
I look at the guy before me and notice he is quickly fading. His pulse is thready, and his eyes are still closed. I point to the prospect from earlier. “You. Come sit with him. He’ll probably die.” His eyes widen as he takes my place, and I stand to walk away.
“You don’t have to be so cold, Hunter,” Xavier says from the ground.
I pinch the bridge of his nose. “I’m sorry, I have no time for people’s feelings. We need to move” I search my jacket for my cell and pull up our tow truck driver’s number. Once he answers, I tell him our location and what all we need picked up.
I look down at Xavier, who is now in a sitting position with his leg wrapped up nicely. He looks like he is about to vomit–he looks too pale. “The tow is on his way to pick up the van, the bike, and the prospect for transport.”
He looks up at me. “How bad is it?”
I shake my head. “This ride is a bust. We need to go back to the clubhouse and recoup. Multiple men need to be tended to, and your leg is not going to ride the entire way.”
He nods. “Fine. Let me call my contact about the guns to let him know we won't be showing up with them.”
Once everyone is ready, and the tow has picked up the vehicles and the passenger, we all set out in our usual formation to head back home.