Her arms were down at her side, pumping as hard as she could, cursing herself for not joining Gabe on his morning runs.When this is over, and if we’re still together, I will.Strange moment to take comfort from a future thought that involved Gabe, but she did.
She wished her legs were longer. Making it to the front of the hangar, she wanted to spin in victory. She saw a black SUV pull into the driveway as she tried to move faster, sweat coating her brow.
Was that Gabe’s car? It looked like it.
“I’m over here—” A gloved hand clamped around her mouth.
She kicked back, trying to remember the self-defence course she had taken, but her arms were grabbed from behind.
“Fuck you!” Ivy screamed behind the glove, trying to bite. With all her strength, she leaned back into the grasp. This sucked.
A wave of nausea came over her as the gloved hand was removed from her mouth, and they lifted her off her feet. Four guys, one her.
“Ivy!” He started sprinting towards her, his long legs moving him closer.
The guys dragged her inches closer to the plane, with the open door six feet away.
A black pickup truck and a motorcycle rolled into the drive. The three cars surrounded the plane, the motorcycle parking right in front of the loading stairs.
The Bandit Brothers had come for her.
Ivy screamed as the man holding her punched Gabe in the mouth. Suddenly Nick appeared on her other side, kicking the guy holding her.
And when she started screaming, she couldn’t stop. She twisted as Logan planted a round kick to one of the guys holding her and then punched the guy who had hit Gabe.
Quinn tackled the other guy behind her, and it might be four to four, but it wasn’t even, not by a long shot.
Fists flew, blood flew, and cracking of bone and cartilage sounded.
One of the men got up from the ground and charged at her.
Erik kicked the man, wrestling him to the ground. He then grabbed her and flung her off to the side. She stumbled, righted herself and sat her butt on the grass.
Her body trembling, she stayed there, frozen.
“Princess, you’re safe. We got you.” Gabe’s voice was filled with tenderness. He took her arm, pulling her to her feet.
“Guys, we gotta book it,” Erik said. “I don’t think one of them is down for much longer. Let’s go.”
Gabe jogged, keeping her steady, while Quinn took her other arm.
“Nice and steady,” Quinn said. “But fast, let’s move!”
Her pulse raced as they ran to the car. She skidded, found her footing and got herself in the backseat.
“See you!” Quinn said, closing her door shut.
Nick got in the driver’s seat, and Gabe sat next to her with Erik in the passenger seat.
Logan’s motorcycle roared past them as he drove towards the plane and the men they left.
“Jesus! One of the fuckers is shooting at us,” Erik said.
“Go, Nick!” Gabe yelled.
Ivy closed her eyes as she heard tires squealing on the pavement. “Hope Logan is okay.”
“Marrock will be fine,” Gabe said. “It’s you I’m worried about right now.”
