Chapter 20 Texas
TWENTY
TEXAS
We all lined up at the end of Ella’s street.
We got into formation with our bikes roaring and our eyes set on that fucking storage unit.
Bronx hadn’t fallen off the grid. He’d simply transferred his powers to Boulder, one of our enforcers.
Apparently, Bronx had some personal shit he had to take care of, and Boulder was too busy trying to figure out how the fuck Jett slipped his tail to inform us of what the hell had been going on.
It didn’t matter, though. Boulder redeemed himself the second he tracked Jett to the damn warehouse.
We knew where we were headed, and it was in the opposite direction of where the police were going.
“Boulder’s gonna meet us there. In the meantime, we need to stick to the highway. Get there as quickly as we can. Once we take the exit, we split off like we talked about. Got it?” Stone asked.
The men behind him nodded before he slipped back down onto his bike.
“And Texas?” he asked.
“Yep?”
“If you have the shot and things look bad, you take it. Got it?”
I nodded my head as pure joy bubbled in my veins. If I could put Jett down for good, I’d throw a fucking celebration every year in remembrance of it.
With Stone at the helm and me pulling up the back, the rest of our crew sat in formation. And when Stone pushed off, so did the rest of us. I took one last look at Ella’s house and saw her standing on the porch. She was looking at us but not really seeing us.
It killed me to leave her like this.
I’d called into work for her. I told them that an official police report was about to be filed if they didn’t believe me on what was happening.
There was no way in hell Ella was going into work today.
Or tomorrow. Or for the fucking weekend, for that matter.
I pulled my eyes away from her and set off with the guys, hoping to hell on high we got there in time to save Keva.
I’d kill Jett myself with a smile on my face if we didn’t.
We rode down the highway, tearing through traffic and weaving in and out of cars.
They honked their horns but stopped the second they saw the emblems on our jackets.
The Lost Boys. That was us. The entire town knew us and what we did.
And if they saw us in formation, they knew some shit was going down and that they needed to back the fuck off.
Eventually, cars started pulling over for us.
After racing down the highway for damn near forty minutes, we pulled off onto the exit. And one by one, each of the guys in front of me went in a different direction. We had orders to surround the storage unit while I got into place.
I was the one who’d take the shot to kill Jett if Stone couldn’t talk him down.
I shut my bike off and parked it in the fast food parking lot beside the storage place.
I walked around, hopping the fence and positioning myself on top of some dumpsters.
I had a clear shot of Jett’s unit, and I saw the lock hanging off it.
The door was only halfway open, but with the shadows I saw moving underneath it, I knew we had been right.
Jett was in there with Keva.
Stone walked over with Boulder and Bronx.
He threw open the door, and I got a full view of what was happening.
There Jett was with a gun to his daughter’s head, yelling at her to stay put.
My trigger finger itched to put a bullet between his eyes.
I hunkered down, my forearms resting along the metal of the closed dumpster as I leveled my sights on that fucker.
I had a clear shot of his head, but he was cocked at an odd angle. If he made one move to shove Keva in front of him, I risked shooting her instead. And with the way he had her hoisted into the air, it made me doubt my ability to take him down if necessary.
Stone stepped up to the plate. He waved his arms around, showing Jett he didn’t have a weapon. I knew he was trying to reason with the man, but I could also tell it wasn’t working. Jett’s face kept getting redder and redder. And soon, his voice could be heard above everyone else’s.
“Ella’s the one I want! Not Keva! Get me that selfish bitch, or I’ll teach her a lesson my fucking self!”
My vision dripped with red. Keva was screaming and crying.
She tried digging her nails into her father’s forearm, but it only served to force him to pull her closer.
He cocked himself at Stone, moving the gun from Keva to Stone’s head.
I needed to take the shot. I wouldn't have a better one if I let this moment pass me by. I’d never felt so focused on my life, but the second he hoisted Keva further up his body, I faltered.
If I killed Jett, things would be okay.
But if I missed, I’d lose everything.
Not just Ella. Not just Keva. But everyone.
Stone. The crew. No one would forgive me for laying a bullet into Keva, even if it didn’t kill her.
Even if the bullet did take out Jett, no one would look at me right ever again.
My entire life depended on this one shot, and I gripped my gun tighter to calm my nerves.
“Breathe in, focus, breathe out…”
Just as my finger went to depress the trigger, a gunshot rang out. I furrowed my brow and sat up on the top of the dumpster, watching as Jett fell to the ground. Stone ran to grab Keva and shielded her eyes from the bloodied mess her father’s head was.
Then, Stone whipped around, and his eyes connected with Boulder.
“Everybody drop your weapons!” Boulder exclaimed.
I slid off the dumpster and went running as he holstered his gun. Had Boulder taken that shot?
“What the fuck is going on?” Stone asked.
“Who the hell took that shot?” I asked.
“Boulder did,” Bronx said.
“If you guys don’t put your weapons down right now, I’m taking them off you,” Boulder said.
I narrowed my eyes at him as I approached him. This prospect had no idea who the fuck he was dealing with. Stone’s nostrils flared as Boulder took a step toward him, his arms outstretched to take Keva.
“Oh, no you don’t,” I glowered.
My hand slammed down onto his shoulder, and before I knew it, I was on the ground.
“What the fuck!?” I exclaimed.
“I’m an undercover cop, and you all need to give up your weapons right now,” Boulder said.
I felt something being shoved into my face as he pressed me into the pavement.
Guns clattered to the ground while Keva’s soft sobs kept me on high alert.
Boots fell onto the pavement as police swarmed the area and Keva started yelling for her Uncle Stone.
Something warm hit my cheek. Something smooth, almost like liquid.
I turned my head and took in the sight of Jett’s open eyes watching his blood trail right for me.
And when my vision focused, I saw Boulder’s identification come into view.
“All of you are officially under arrest,” the man growled.
Holy fuck, Boulder was a goddamn cop.