He snapped his head in my direction. “You mean no one’s been moved yet?”
“Where the hell would we go, Diego?”
He sank into his seat. “We’re fucked.”
I let him have his moment. He deserved it, after all. After everything he had done for us and everything he had sacrificed, he had every reason to be worried. But, if the point of his arrest was to kill him, those four members would’ve bled him like a stuffed pig in that holding cell without a second thought.
Which meant there had to be another reason for detaining him.
“What do they get by pinning the shooting on you?” I asked.
Diego scoffed. “They get another one of their betrayers behind bars. That’s what they get.”
“Is there anything else, though? Is there information you might have that worries them?”
Something clicked behind his eyes. “Drive faster. I need to talk with Stone. Look out, Frost!”
Two cars pulled up beside us before they donned sawed-off shotguns. Windows shattered as my car swerved left and right, trying to knock the guns out of the assailants’ hands. I didn’t need to look at them to know who was trying to gun us down, though. And I quickly understood why they had tried to pin that fucking shooting on my newest brother.
It was to get him out of the darkness and into the light.
“Hang on,” I growled.
“I’ll call Stone. We need back-up, and quickly,” Diego said.
I slammed into the car to my right and careened it off the road. But another person popped up in the back of the other car and peppered my side of the mustang with bullets. I gritted my teeth as I swerved again, but the car maneuvered out of the way.
Sending me flying down an embankment.
“Hold on,” I murmured.
Diego yelled at Stone through the phone while I managed to get us out of the ditch and back onto the road. I weaved in and out of traffic, trying to lose the tails that had stalked us out. Even if the police knew where the crew was holding up for now, I didn't want to lead these assholes back to the place.
All I wanted was to get out of the shootout alive.
“Frost!” Diego shrieked.
“Will you shut the hell up and grow a pair!?” I roared. “There’s a gun beneath your seat. Get it and put it to good use.”
He stared at me for a second, but he didn’t wait for long. He pulled out the two pistols I kept beneath every seat in my restoration project and held his arms out across my chest. I rolled my window down and he started shooting, causing the other van beside us to careen right into a tree.
But the skidding of tires behind us caused me to look in my rearview mirror.
“Looks like they’re not done yet. Diego, can you get into the back seat?” I asked.
He unbuckled his seatbelt. “Yep. I’m good.”
The roaring of bikes in the distance filled me with hope as Diego shot out my back window. The amount of work this car would need after all was said and done made me sick to my stomach, but I knew it wasn’t anything I couldn't fix myself. I put the pedal to the metal, pushing my car over a buck ten as bikes flew past us driving in the opposite direction.
And as bullets flew, cars abandoned the main road we were on left and right.
“Sucks to be you guys, ha-HA!” I exclaimed.
“Oh, fuck,” Diego murmured.
I turned off onto a side road. “What? What is it?”
He sighed. “I don’t know what I just saw, but I think West got grazed by a bullet.”
