I gripped the steering wheel and whipped the car around. Diego went flying around in the backseat as burnt rubber kicked up around us. Hell, no. There was no way these assholes were getting away with shooting one of my guys. Even if he only got grazed, that warranted a bit of revenge.
So, I spun my tires to kick up more smoke before I took off.
“Keep shooting, Diego!” I exclaimed.
I slammed into cars with the front of my own, knocking them off-kilter. A couple were shoved into a deep ditch while others crashed into lights and electricity poles. I whipped my car back around and Diego jumped out to tend to West who was sprawled out in the middle of the road.
And after we dragged the man into the backseat of my car, Diego locked eyes with me in the rearview mirror.
“I’m driving his bike back. Get him to Notch,” he said.
I nodded. “On it.”
Then, Diego hopped out and scrambled to get to West’s bike.
“You okay back there, man?”
He groaned as he held his arm. “Been better, if you’re honestly asking.”
I chuckled. “Hang on as tight as you can. Neither Notch nor I can do anything until we can get back to the warehouse.”
Notch wasn’t the only medic on the team. I had spent my years in the Army as a combat medic, so I knew how to handle myself while under pressure. Some of the guys in my club needed that sort of knowledge, Diego especially. But that type of knowledge also came with time.
And experience.
The more our men flooded the streets, however, the more the cartel backed off. Until soon, there was no one tailing us back to the warehouse. I pulled right up to the front door and parked my banged-up, beat-up, shot-up mustang before helping West out of the backseat.
Then, I got him to the kitchen table before I rummaged around for supplies.
“Fucking hell,” I murmured.
Notch burst through the door. “Where is he?”
West cleared his throat. “Kitchen!”
I stood as Notch came into the room. “We’re out of stitching supplies. We have to re-up.”
“Shit,” he hissed as he inspected West’s arm. “That’s a pretty good graze, too. Glue won’t fix this.”
“What do we do then?” West asked with a grunt.
Notch looked over at me. “I’m going to give you the number of a contact I have at the hospital in town. It’s an old EMT friend of mine. They can snag us some supplies.”
“Fine by me. What’s the contact’s name?”
Notch scrolled through his phone. “There, I sent his number. His name’s Will. Just tell him what you need, and he’ll set up a meeting inside the hospital.”
I pulled out my phone and checked the text. “Great. I’ll get on it.”
“And hurry!” West exclaimed.
Two
Lexi
“Thank you so much for doing this, Chloe,” I said as I opened my apartment door.
My best friend soared inside. “Hon, you know I’m down to watch Natasha anytime you need me to. She’s my god-daughter, after all.”
