Strolling closer, I tap my primary target on the shoulder. “I’ve seen this bitch before. She’s a reality show drama queen and belongs to a bro’ up north… Kade something or other. This is her game. She tells him some guy touched her and he starts shooting. I’ve had her. She’s a shit fuck and not worth the trouble.”
The biker narrows his gaze at me, lifts one side of his mouth, and pokes me in the chest. “I never seen you before in my life. Why would I believe you?”
I shrug. “Suit yourself. I’m out of here.”
One of the guys playing pool shouts out, “he’s telling the truth, boss. I’ve seen her upstate, at his garage.”
Time stands still, club members crowd us, and as the music stops, the leader scowls and scratches his chin.
Turning, he focuses his annoyance on Lanita. “You’re lucky I owe Kade a favor.”
Then, he shifts his lecherous grin to Sam. “You stay.”
As he tries to cop a feel, the former Fed knees his groin. Eyes bulging, he backs up but he’s too late.
She punches his nose, sticks her thumbs in his eyes and as he howls, she aims her pistol at his dick. “Maybe some other time.”
Landy snatches her weapon from her purse, I grab mine, and we join forces at the bar. Back-to-back, military style, we make our way through the building, across the parking lot, and arrive safely at Sam’s gold Chevy.
“Drive.” I push Suds’ wife behind the wheel and slam the door.
Inside Angel’s, bikers must’ve changed their minds about letting us go and fight each other to be the first to make chase.
“But…” Sam eyes her friend, unsure what to do.
“Fuck. Go! We’ll be right behind you.” Bending low, I bang on her hood, place my woman behind me, and race to my SUV.
Seconds later, pebbles fly, and I peel out using the Impala’s white exhaust as a smoke screen. In the rear-view mirror, motorcycles swarm behind us on the curvy road and despite my foot to the floor, they close the gap.
With bullets pinging the back of the vehicle, the tied-up guy comes awake in the cargo area, and at his screams, my no-longer-a-partner swivels in her seat. “Who the hell is that?”
“A new friend.” I swerve to avoid a craterous pothole, but the maneuver slows me down.
His shouting gives me an idea. Reaching under the dash, I pop open the hatch, and the closest biker lowers his weapon. I have little to celebrate because like killer bees, motorcycles roar to the right and left of my back tires.
A shot breaks the back side window and as I push down my passengers head, I shout over the engines. “Swing your door open on three. One, two…”
I lift up on the accelerator and slam on the brakes. “Three.”
Bikers crash into our sides and back bumper. As I fight to regain control, she stomps her left foot on my right, grabs the wheel, and drives us toward the parkway’s do-not-enter sign. When the backend of my vehicle finishes fishtailing, we’re going the wrong way, facing two lanes of oncoming cars.
Shit. I push her away, bounce over the grass meridian and twist in the opposite direction. By dumb luck, the traffic increases on their side, and they can’t follow fast enough without getting killed. At the next exit, I pull off the parkway and when my heart stops pounding, drag the asshole out of the back.
I cut his feet free and point my gun down the road. “Run.”
Once he’s gone, I hop back in my seat and turn to Landy. “Are you out of your fucking mind?
~ Chapter 16 ~
Landy
“Excuse me? We didn’t request, nor did we need your help.” I don’t appreciate his tone. If not for my quick thinking, we’d be dead because of his white knight syndrome.
As we drive toward Atlantic City, I text Sam and she responds she’s fine, except for dealing with the fallout of her husband’s wrath.
I type into the Google search bar: ‘why do men behave like Neanderthals?’, but for once, it has no answers. I guess I’m on my own.
Sighing, I try to explain our rationale to the angry man behind the wheel. “We had everything planned out. If things went south, she was going to pull out her FBI badge while I put a gun to the big guy’s head. Then, I was going to insist he walk us to our car. I’m pretty sure it would’ve worked out fine.”
