“Is she still breathing?”Blitz asks.
“Through her mouth,” I wink at him.
Blitz comes to stand across the bar from me, hooking his knuckle under my chin, pulling me to meet his kiss.“I’ve got shit to do.Play nice.”
I pull back just slightly.“I always play nice, just not always fair.”I nip his bottom lip before dancing away.
“Oh, sweet Sparrow,” he chuckles, before turning to leave the great room.
“Wait, you're supposed to be handling this.”Rhino laughs as Blitz heads back down the hall towards the conference room.
He stops at the mouth of the hallway, looking over his shoulder.“It would appear to me that she’s got it all under control.Shit, there isn’t even any blood on the floor.”
I laugh at his answer as I pour myself a drink and go back to sit on the couch.I hit play on the movie and ignore all the people in the room.It doesn’t take but a second for Ainsley and Tasia to come join me back on the couch.We spend the rest of the day cuddled on the couch watching, napping, scrolling, and just being lazy.At some point, the feeling of being lifted off the couch brings me out of the blissful dream I was in.Turning to bury my face in a hard chest, Blitz’s smell washes over me and has me drifting back to sleep.
∞∞∞
It’s been two days since the interaction with Ivy and the message from NOS.She is fine if not pissed off.The original planned day to meet NOS was delayed and the guys are pissed because the meeting was pushed back.Blitz has also spent the last two days going over the plan for today.They’ve taken most of everyone with them, leaving only Hermes, Anvil, Satchel, and the three new prospects to watch over us.There is a group going with Raider and Terro, and then another that is going to be coming from a different way as a surprise attack.That is all he was able to safely tell me.
We spent last night locked in our room worshiping each other.I cried in his arms because the fear of losing someone else that I love was nearly my undoing.Blitz spent hours promising me that everything was going to be fine.That with the Knights clubhouse being blown to hell, we had the advantage.My gut is telling me it isn’t going to be that easy.
Though at this rate, I don’t know if it’s truly my intuition or my anxiety.
Ainsley and I are lying out on the back patio reading with the heaters on and two prospects hovering.When the sound of motorcycles come rumbling down the road, I bolt upright and look around because it doesn’t seem right.The guys haven’t been gone long enough.
Satchel burst through the back door.“We’re under attack.”
My heart sinks and my head spins.I freeze, unable to move or act.This can’t be happening.Losing any one of the people in this building would be the absolute death of me.A gentle hand on my back causes me to jump and suck in a breath.Looking up to the stocky prospect who is now standing next to me.
“We need to move,” his tone is easy and cautious.
“I can’t move.I’m frozen,” I decide to be honest.
“Do I have your permission to pick you up?Being in the open isn’t good.”
Him asking to pick me up causes me to finally pull myself together.“Sorry, I’m good to go,” I tell him as I head for the door.
We’re coming down the hall towards the great room when a boom rattles the clubhouse.We all stop moving for a split second before we’re being rushed into the great room.Everyone else is already there.Hermes comes out of his room, following us.
“We need to get everyone into the panic room.They just blew the front gate open,” Hermes says quickly.
The sound of gunfire has my blood running cold.
Anvil smirks.“Guess they didn’t know we now have two top-ranked snipers as part of the club.”
The gunfire outside the clubhouse continues as we’re being rushed into the panic room.I’m sitting on one of the bunks, holding Sunny’s shaking hand.Anvil scans everyone, winks at Sunny, and closes the door.Just as it shuts completely, the sound of rolling thunder hits me.
Fifteen
Blitz
Leaving Charlie in bed is one of the hardest things I’ve ever had to do.Knowing that by the end of the day, she would be forever safe and mine helps to calm me.She’ll never have to worry or look over her shoulder gives me the strength and ability to leave her here.We meet in church, going over the final plans before moving to load up on our bikes and get ready to roll out.We’re about forty-five minutes into our ride when it hits me like a fucking sledgehammer.I signal for us to pull off and to notify the others to stop and wait.
“Blitz, are you good, man?”Terro asks as soon as my helmet is off.
“I just need you to hear me out,” I implore them.
“We’re listening, but we have to get a move on.”Raider nods.
