I freeze.
Tiffany freezes.
The roar grows louder.
Not thunder.
Engines.
Motorcycles.
A lot of them.
Tiffany’s eyes widen. “Oh, shit.”
I swallow. “Is that?—?”
“Yeah,” she whispers, a wild, feral grin spreading across her face. “That’s them.”
My heart lurches painfully.
Tony.
He found us.
Before I dare let hope settle, the warehouse trembles with the force of multiple engines pulling up outside—a whole fleet.
Shouts erupt.
Footsteps pound.
Doors slam.
Chaos blooms through the building.
Tiffany works faster leading us to the back wall and window where we saw the shadow of a ladder. “They’re here. Pop’s here. We need to move now before Eric uses us as shields.”
Fear grips me again. “What if they get inside first?”
“Then we get behind cover,” she says. “We don’t make ourselves targets.”
Another engine revs.
Then another.
A deep, unmistakable voice bellows outside:
“You fucked with the Hellions mother fucker. You picked the wrong one.”
Tony.
My chest breaks open.
“You good?” she breathes.
“No,” I whisper honestly. “But I’m ready.”
“Then let’s go.”
