“You have been a pain in my side for long enough, Lane,” Lucius said, spitting on me.
He yanked out a pistol. In my barely conscious thoughts, I kept focusing on three people. My father. Shannon. And Angela.
The first two, I’d see soon enough. The last one, I regretted I only got but a few fleeting moments to spend with her. She was a wonderful woman, someone I had severely underestimated and misunderstood.Forgive me, Angela. You’ll be better with someone who isn’t in this world.
“Farewell,” he said.
I closed my eyes.
I heard the gun rang out.
And then I heard a hell of a lot more gunshots follow.
“What the fuck?!?”
I opened my eyes, seeing Lucius look to his right. My eyes followed, and I saw a sight that was impossible to believe.
About three dozen bikers had shown up, raining fire upon Lucius and the Fallen Saints.How... who the hell... the Black Reapers came?
But...
Did the spy change his mind? Or... the hell?
I hurried off behind a nearby motorcycle before Lucius had a chance to finish what he started, but I didn’t think he even bothered with me. I never heard a bullet strike the ground near me, nor did I feel anything hit my leg or back. When I got behind the bike, I peered around to see a sight that, two minutes ago, seemed impossible.
The Fallen Saints were fleeing. A few had been killed, but none stood their ground or remained. Lucius, noticeable in his red cut, sped to the front, having the protection of some twenty bikers between him and the gunshots.
“What the... fuck…” I said.
But I was nevertheless grateful. I rose to greet Axle, Butch, and whoever else had come to help me.
And yet, before I had the chance to do so, all but two of them had pulled off. No one I recognized was remaining. It wasn’t Axle or Butch.
I approached slowly, noticing that their cut was a little bit different than the Black Reapers. These were not... but they were similar...
Gray Reapers?
What the hell?
“Thank you,” I said, struggling forward. “But... who are you?”
My vision was blurry, my body hurt like it never had, and I wasn’t sure I could so much as hold a pencil, let alone drive a vehicle.
But what I saw next was something I never, ever would forget.
The closest biker pulled off his helmet, put it by his lap, and stared at me.
“I did this as a favor.”
My eyes couldn’t believe what I saw before me. It was impossible. It had to be impossible.
But if this was, in fact, an illusion, it was a damn good one.
“Cole?”
But if it was my brother, he didn’t say anything else. He put his helmet back on, revved his engine, and drove off with his companion.
“What the fuck?”
