Chapter 8 #2
“I know playing the damsel isn’t exactly your thing, but just this once—”
“Okay, I’ll stay down,” I answered, his hand leaving my neck a second later as he pointed to the glovebox.
“Gun.” I grabbed it for him and handed it over, watching as he continued steering the truck while rolling down the window to shoot behind us. It was impressive, and I would’ve been able to appreciate it more if I wasn’t panicking.
We were hit again, and I scrambled for my phone. “Who do I call?”
“Grab my phone from my pocket. Slash and Skeet won’t have theirs on, and you don’t have any other contacts. Call Brick,” he ordered, continuing to steer one handed while shooting behind us.
I dug my hand into his pocket for his phone, trying really hard not to think about the fact I definitely touched his cock through the pocket as I grabbed the phone, and I barely got a grip on it before Diesel cursed and slammed on the brakes as a car sped towards us from the front.
We had nowhere to go as bullets flew through the windshield, Diesel’s arms going around me as he kept repeating to stay down.
Both doors were yanked open, and a scream left me as someone grabbed me. Diesel managed to take a shot at them before he was yanked back too, my fight instincts kicking in as I fumbled for my knife in my bra and swung my hand back to try and make contact.
“Hey, Princess,” a very familiar voice said from behind me as I was hauled out into the fresh air, a hand grabbing my wrist to stop me from slashing anyone.
My back met a solid chest and I tensed as I felt a hard cock against my ass.
“Marco,” I growled, trying to shake him off, but he only chuckled and wrestled the knife from me, tossing it back in the truck so he could restrain me better.
“You’re not supposed to be here,” he murmured, his lips brushing my ear. “Hunter’s going to freak the fuck out.”
I tried to stomp on his foot, but he only laughed and tugged me away from the truck, my eyes catching on all the company we had. I had no idea where the bikes and other cars had come from, but we were blocked in from both sides.
Hunter stood by his bike with his arms crossed, and I had no idea what Marco was on about because Hunter didn’t look freaked out, he looked pissed off.
“Be gentle,” he warned, a smirk slowly tugging at his mouth. “I’d hate to send her back to Skeet all bruised.”
The Devils surrounded us, and they chuckled at Hunter’s apparent joke.
“Hey! Leave her alone, Rivera!” Diesel barked, fighting the three Devils trying to restrain him. It looked like he was almost winning, and I saw a glimpse of the monster I’d been warned about that hid behind the warm smile.
Marco tightened both hands behind my back, nuzzling into my neck with a light chuckle.
“I can smell him all over you. Did you spend the night getting railed by Skeet?”
“Touch me and I’ll tear your dick off,” I snapped, and he put both my wrists in one hand so he could grab my throat with the other.
“Are you flirting with me?” he asked lightly, laughing when I managed to kick his shin. “Simmer down, baby. Where’s your man, hmm? He was supposed to be with D this morning.”
Hunter stepped closer, reaching out to toy with the ends of my hair.
“I’d love to wrap this around my fist while I fuck you,” he started, sliding his fingers into my hair and pulling slightly. “I don’t have time today though. Come here.”
He was acting like a completely different person since his crew was here, and I couldn’t exactly call him out for it in front of Diesel.
Hunter grabbed my shoulder and pulled me off to the side, Diesel spitting curses at the Devils as he kept fighting to get to me. I felt awful that he was so worried. Hunter wouldn’t hurt me.
Well, I didn’t think he would.
“Let me go and stop being an asshole,” I hissed once Hunter had dragged me far enough away, and Hunter motioned to Diesel for a second before one of the guys pistol whipped him, knocking him out.
“Why the fuck did you do that?” I demanded, trying to go back to Diesel, but Hunter grabbed my throat and hauled me back. His touch was gentle despite the firmness, and his eyes lost their taunting as he looked down at me.
“For his own good. He’d kill all my guys to get to you, and then we’d have bigger problems. He’s safe if he’s out cold.” I took a swing at him, and he dodged it with ease, his grip tightening. “Babe, stop. Where’s Skeet? You weren’t supposed to be here.”
Realization set in, and I stared at him for a moment. “You were trying to ambush Skeet and Diesel?”
He managed to look guilty, his voice quiet. “You don’t know him, Rory.”
“You don’t fucking know him!” I shouted, trying to get his hand off my throat. “You tried to kill him for no fucking reason!”
“No reason?” he echoed, narrowing his eyes.
“He has no idea why you came after him!”
“That lying piece of shit does,” he threw back, shoving me and letting me go.
“Listen to me. You have no idea what you’re involved with.
Fucking ask him about the businesses that Savage had his hands in.
I’m not the problem, babe. Skeet and the fucking Psychos are,” he insisted, my eyes flicking over to Diesel to see him slumped on the ground.
I had to get him out of here, but I had no idea how. We were severely outnumbered, and the truck had a flat, I could see it from here.
An idea popped into my head, and I calmed my expression and reached out, toying with the front of his shirt.
“I can protect myself, you know?” I said softly, his posture relaxing like I’d hoped.
“Not against them. They’re monsters. Even Diesel will tell you that.”
“You knew Sasha, right? He was just telling me about what happened to her,” I mumbled, his body stepping a little closer.
“Did he tell you the truth? That his crew—”
“He did. I know they’re dangerous, Hunter. I’m not stupid. Skeet will keep me safe though,” I said firmly, and he sighed.
“Babe, Skeet will always choose the crew.” He placed his hand on my waist and tugged me closer so our fronts were pressed together, his other hand going to the back of my head. “Please. I can keep you safe.”
“You can’t,” I whispered, sliding my arms around his waist and leaning into his chest, thankful that his shirt wasn’t covering the gun he had tucked in the back of his pants. I grabbed it and jerked back, aiming it at his face. “You’re all the same. So easily distracted by fucking pussy.”
He eyed me with equal parts of admiration and frustration, putting his hands up. “Where’s Skeet, Rory? That’s all I need to know.”
My heart hammered as I tried to figure out what to do. I could shoot him in the face easily from this close, but his guys would gun me down the second I did.
I sensed someone behind me and spun around, finding Marco grinning at me. “You’re being a little crazy, Princess. Put it down.”
I aimed it at him next, taking a few steps back. “Let us leave.”
“If you want to find Skeet, just take her. He’ll come looking,” Marco suggested, having no issue looking away from me, knowing I was unlikely to actually pull the trigger.
Hunter was staring at me, trying to figure out what to do, and I started moving away from them while keeping the gun up, wanting to get closer to Diesel.
One of the Devils aimed their gun at me, but they lowered it when Hunter spoke.
“Skeet’s not here. Let them go.”
“Seriously?” one of them scowled, and Hunter gave them a warning glance.
“Yes, seriously. I’m not about to get into the business of snatching women.”
“Does your right-hand know that?” I snorted, and Marco tilted his head at me.
“I wouldn’t exactly have to snatch you. You’d climb right into my trunk if I told you to.”
“Bite me.”
“Gladly,” he chuckled, looking me up and down. “If you’re going to shoot me, hurry up and do it.”
I smirked, his face falling when he realized I was going to, and he dove out of the way as I fired in his direction.
“Enough!” Hunter barked as some of his men pulled out their guns. “We’re leaving.”
“Take your fucking dog with you,” I said sweetly, keeping my gun trained on Marco.
“Woof,” Marco responded with a dark smile, keeping his eyes on me as he headed towards his bike.
Devils piled into the cars and onto their bikes as they started leaving, and I managed to get over to Diesel and squat beside him, keeping the gun in the Devils’ direction as I quickly looked him over.
He stirred as I sat and put his head on my lap, taking my hoodie off to use on the gash on his head.
“Tell Skeet I want to talk to him,” Hunter called out, and I waved the gun in his direction.
“I’ll fucking do it, cocksucker. You’re dead to me,” I warned, amusement flashing across his face.
“I know.”
Diesel groaned, and I was grateful when the last of the Devils left with Marco and Hunter trailing behind, meaning I could put the gun down and let my nerves show.
“Hey, don’t move,” I said as I grabbed my phone, trying to call Skeeter, but his phone was off. I tried Slash, surprised when his rang through.
“We were just talking about you, Killer,” he said smugly, and I sighed as I pulled the hoodie off Diesel’s wound to check it.
“Where are you guys? We need help.”
“What kind of help? What’s wrong?” he asked, the teasing in his tone vanishing.
“We got ambushed. The truck’s going to need a tow, and D’s hurt.”
“By who? Are you okay? Where are you?”
There was cursing then Skeeter’s voice reached me. “Talk to me, baby girl.”
“We can talk when you get here. We’re in Pine Valley. You know the stop sign with all the bullet holes in it? We’re just past there. I’m okay, they’re gone. D’s got a gash though and I don’t think the truck will move, so I can’t get him back by myself.”
“I’ve got it,” Diesel mumbled, trying to sit up but I held him down with my arm. “Donovan, I swear to God—”
“Lie still, for fuck’s sake. What are you going to do? Fight me off?” I asked dryly, hearing car doors slamming down the phone.
“Let. Me. Up,” Diesel growled, glaring up at me as best as he could.