Trick harshly removes the guy’s hand that is close to Raegan with a shove.
“The same could be asserted for you, Brock. What, Hector found a new play toy and tossed you away?” Trick counters and has his hand on the inside of his jacket as he moves his body blocking us from this guy and his buddies.
Can’t we ever go out and not have some type of issue that ruins our night?
“You’re a funny one, aren’t you? Tell you what, move out of the way and let us have that sweet little thing, and you’ll get to leave here unscathed,” Brock haughtily offers.
“Not a chance,” Trick spits out.
There’s a total of three guys who are with Brock when the air around us changes. Voices in the background fade away and a ripple of danger fills the space, it’s like the calm before the storm. A movement catches from the corner of my eye. I see a reflection before everything happens at lightning speed. One of the other guys from behind Brock whips around and stabs Trick with what I assume is a knife in the gut. Raegan reaches around for her waistband and pulls out a gun and fires at the guy sending him down to the ground. Trick who still has the knife impaled in him starts to slump over, but Raegan catches him and has him lean on her for support. The sound of screams ring out as everyone scatters away as I give Trick some assistance to try to help stabilize him to keep him from folding to the ground.
My legs feel weak, and I think my body is frozen in place. I just spent four years in a remote area where gangs and groups tried to overtake small villages for power, so seeing blood and people with bullet holes or slashes on their body’s is nothing new. But being part of the cause of those holes and slashes is totally surreal. I feel as though I’m having an out of body experience right now. My brain hasn’t caught up with everything that is transpiring in front of me.
Brock and the other two guys all have their weapons drawn and are pointing them at us.
“Now, now bitch, we don’t want any trouble. Come with us and we’ll let your friends be. Someone very important wants to have a word with you.”
Trick is struggling, but manages to pull out his gun and is pointing it at the men now. Off in the distance sirens are blaring making the crowd erupts from cover and starts to flee from the scene.
“Brock, man, we gotta go!” one of the guys yells as the sounds of the police gets closer.
Brock gazes back over to Raegan and then licks his lips.
“Soon, bitch, soon.”
They scurry off somewhere. We try to lug Trick over to Raegan’s car.
“Talk to me, Trick!” Raegan yells as we get him in the passenger seat. I hopped in the back as Raegan slides across the hood and gets in the driver’s seat. I find a shirt next to me and hand it over to Trick to apply pressure to his wound that still has a knife in it.
“I’ll be fine. I don’t think it hit anything too bad. Let’s head back to the clubhouse, and I’ll send a prospect back for my bike if the cops don’t impound it.”
Raegan starts the car and heads out the way we came and away from the cops who have started to arrive and are trying to stop some of the cars from leaving. We’re heading back towards the bridge. I can see it’s a little ways in front of us. I can hear labored breathing coming from the front seat and know we need to get him to a doctor soon. Pulling out my phone from my back pocket, I swipe it to the main screen. As I’m about to press Havoc’s name, I hear a gasp from Raegan.
“Oh, god! Get down!”
Before I can even manage to follow her instructions loud popping sounds and the shatter of glass from the back window explodes through the car. I hit the floorboard in the tiny space back here and drop the phone to cover my head with my hands.
“Raegan!” I yell over the whizzing sounds of bullets coming at the car. I feel wetness dripping down on my head and reach up to my hair. Red! Blood! Oh my gosh, we’re hit. I almost throw up from the iron smell the small space is putting off.
“Sutton! Sutton, are you okay?” Raegan screams as the spray of bullets lets up. She’s swerving the car to dodge anymore possible assaults to us.
“I’m good.” I visually check then start to touch over the top half of my body. “There’s blood everywhere.”
“Fuck! Trick,” she screams, and the car swerves as she tries to reach over to him in the passenger seat. “Trick, say something!”
I watch as Raegan reaches over again and checks his neck with a shaky hand. I look around the headrest and the image in front of me will give me nightmares for the rest of my life. Trick’s head is slumped forward, but the holes in the back of his head are what my eyes focus on. It looks as though half his head was blown off.
“He’s dead! Sutton, oh god, he’s dead!” I can hear tears in her voice. “Call for help!”
I blindly search for my phone that fell on the floor and find it up under Trick’s seat. With trembling, bloody hands, I press the button on the screen and wait for their answer.
“Are you okay?” I ask as it rings and rings. “Are you hit?” We’re approaching the bridge at an alarming fast rate.
Come on, come on, Havoc, please answer!
“My shoulder’s—” she starts to say, but another spray of bullets light up the car, and we lose control hitting the side of the wooden bridge. Raegan tries to right the car, but we’re sent off to the other side and the barrier breaks, sending us flying over the side of the bridge and into water below.
We’re going so fast the impact of the car hitting the water feels like we’ve hit a semi-truck. I’m thrown around the backseat as the airbags deploy. When my bearings start to come back to me, I realize the only sounds are my heavy breathing. The car is taking on a bit of water, and I know once the water reaches the windshield the car will be submerged. We’ve got to get out of here and quick before we go down to the bottom of this lake with the car and drown.
