My hand is back on my Glock in an instant. “Don’t have one. I’m a free agent.”
How the fuck does he know about Zilphia?
Somebody’s running their mouth, and whoever it is, they’re fucking dead. Maybe Lil’ Loco is right, the brotherhood has an infestation.
“My brother didn’t receive a proper burial!” Silas booms, his heavy accent becoming more pronounced. “His remains were discarded like an animal! Five hundred thousand and the girl, then we can call it even.”
Every muscle in my body tenses. Zilphia isn’t my old lady and doesn’t have the privilege of club protection. She’ll never be worthy of that title. I cut my gaze to Zeus, quickly scanning his grim features. He’s going to accept the offer.
Nah, fuck that.Zilphia is my kill, I’ve more than earned it.
“Don’t do it, bruh,” Cricket whispers from my left. “She ain’t worth it.”
“Zilphia is mine.” I yank my gun from my holster and aim at Silas.
Pop. Pop.
Lil’ Loco tackles him to the ground, saving the bastard from having his ticket punched. Then all hell breaks loose.
Bullets slice through the air. Bodies scatter. Blood spills.
“I told you not to do it!’ Cricket shouts.
“Shut the fuck up and shoot something!” I roll forward and come up on one knee, finding my target once again and letting loose.Missed!“Goddamn it!”
Silas and his people retreat toward their vehicles. I line up one more shot.Just give me one clean view of that bastard’s skull.Pursuing is too dangerous. I can’t die, not today.
“Fall back!” Zeus orders.
“Come on, man.” Cricket taps me on the shoulder. “We gotta bounce.”
I push to my feet and haul ass toward my bike, extending an arm behind me as I return gunfire. Bullets fly all around me, missing me by mere centimeters.
“Fuck, I almost got hit!” Cricket shouts, running along beside me.
The gang piles into their vehicles and zooms out of the field, leaving a few casualties behind. I keep shooting, hoping a bullet finds Silas between the eyes.
“They’re gone, Sandman,” Snake states, wiping the sweat from his brow. “Fuck, I didn’t plan on almost having my ass shot off today.”
“You’re a God,” Cricket replies between labored breaths. “Plan on almost getting your ass shot off every day.”
“Jigsaw, how bad?” Zeus calls out in a clipped tone.
He’s crouched beside a fallen brother, his large hands firmly pressing against a chest wound. “Bad. We gotta get him to the doc ASAP or he’s going to bleed out.”
“We got two dead,” Draco says, shooting me a death glare. “And it’s your fault.”
Zeus barrels forward, his gun aimed at the center of my forehead. “You set this club back a fucking decade. No one will trust the Gods.”
“What the hell are you doing, Zeus?” Snake shouts, his dark gaze darting between us. “He’s your son. Your flesh and blood!”
“And a pain in my fucking ass!”
“They’d be right not to trust the Gods,” I sneer, standing my ground. “How did Silas know about Zilphia? Someone’s feeding him info.”
“Anyone could’ve given him that intel!” Zeus roars in my face. “Everyone knows you’re obsessed with that girl! It’s clear as fucking day!”
“Then kill me.” I spread my arms wide. “Because anyone who tries to take her from me is gonna eat a bullet.”
