Chapter 15
GUNNER
My phone on the nightstand rings, pulling me out of my sleep. With a reluctant groan, I unwrap myself from around Zinnia and reach out to snag the damn device. I blink and peer at the screen showing Hammer’s name.
“Fuck,” I grumble. If he’s calling in the middle of the night, then somethings going down. Swiping a finger across the icon to answer, I bring the thing to my ear before speaking quickly, not wanting to wake Zinnia. “Yeah?”
“You need to get Zinnia and Delilah to the clubhouse,” he growls warningly.
I become alert and jerk upward, only to tense as I glance down to find a still sleeping Zinnia. “What’s going on?”
“Cy’s been working nonstop and found movement. Dagger, Savage, Bruiser, and Ruger are on the way. You need to be ready,” Hammer states and hangs up.
Motherfucker. I silently snarl, pulling the phone from my ear.
“Gunner?” Zinnia’s sweet voice fills the room as I let out a frustrated breath and drop the phone to the bed. She sits up, bringing the sheet with her shielding her tits from my sight. “Is everything okay?”
Not wanting to hide anything from her, I give her the truth. “No, baby, it’s not. I need to get you and Delilah to the clubhouse.”
“Basa?” she whispers, her eyes widening in fear.
“Yeah,” I grunt and cup the side of her face, “but he’s not going to touch you. No one is taking you from me again. You understand?”
Zinnia nods and licks her bottom lip nervously. “I understand, Gunner.”
“Good.” I lean in and give her a kiss. “Now, I need you to get up, get dressed and be ready to roll in just a few minutes.” I climb out of bed and bring her with me. “Soon as you’re dressed, do me a favor and go get Delilah ready, okay?”
“Okay.” She nods and quickly moves to where she’s got her clothes situated and dresses in a pair of leggings, a tank top, and throws a hoodie on over it.
If the situation isn’t crucial to get to the clubhouse right now, I might’ve bent her over and fucked her, considering I know she didn’t put any panties or a fucking bra on.
Damn, my cock twitches, but right now isn’t the time for getting a hard-on . . . not when I gotta get my woman and daughter to safety.
I dress quickly, slide my holster on, and finally, my cut.
I grab both my guns from the nightstand, check the clips and slip them in the proper places.
Finally, I put my boots on and head in search of Zinnia and Delilah.
I find Zinnia stepping into the living room, holding a sleepy Delilah in her arms. My daughter’s head rests on my woman’s shoulder, and if I had time, I might let that soak in, but we’ve got to get to the truck and get on the road.
The sound of my brothers’ bikes can be heard coming down the road, and we’ve got to get moving.
“Ready?” I ask.
Zinnia nods and holds Delilah closer.
Fuck, the woman is already as protective as a momma bear is of her cub when it comes to Delilah.
Jerking my chin to the door of the garage, I motion for her to head in that direction.
Zinnia carries Delilah, and I open the door for her as we both get to it.
I step ahead of her to check the area though I know it’s secure.
I help her down the steps, not wanting her to trip.
While Zinnia puts Delilah in the back seat of the truck, I pull my phone out and text Dagger letting him know we’re heading out.
I don’t wait for him to respond. I know my brothers are waiting for me.
Once Zinnia has Delilah buckled in, she climbs in the passenger seat and does the same putting her seatbelt on. I follow suit getting in behind the wheel, but I don’t bother with the safety belt. I need to be able to maneuver without the hassle of the damn thing.
I start the ignition and hit the garage door opener. The moment the doors up, I put the truck in gear and back out to the street. I spot Ruger jerk his chin at me, and I nod, shift to drive, and hit the gas.
I just need to make the drive to the clubhouse, and my girls will be safe.
Dagger and Bruiser ride ahead of me while Savage and Ruger ride behind. We take the road heading to the clubhouse with ease, and my nerves are at an all-time high as we get closer. My gut tightens, and I know something’s going to happen. I can feel it.
Nearing the clubhouse, I know I’m right when an SUV plows into my side of the truck, sending the truck spinning. Pain radiates in my head, and I curse whoever is behind the wheel of the other vehicle.
Gunfire fills the surrounding area, and my daughter’s screams mix with Zinnia’s. Everything happens at once when someone throws a flash grenade and a smoke bomb. I try to get out to protect my girls.
Smoke fills the cab of the truck, and I hear the sound of a door opening, followed by screams. A gun goes off, and pain hits my thigh as a bullet grazes me.
Fuck, that hurts.
“Daddy,” Delilah screams from the back seat and I fight past the pain to get not only to my daughter but to my woman. Though from the sounds, she’s fighting an attacker.
Another flash grenade goes off, and everything becomes disoriented. My ears are ringing, and I can barely focus on the screams surrounding me.