I pointed. “That.”
With bodies littering the ground at our feet, I watched our clean-up crew drag them toward the van. Brielle cried softly against Mav’s shoulder, a sound I hoped to never hear again so long as I lived. It broke something inside of me. Something cold and hard. She didn’t deserve to cry like that. To be exposed to the masses while blood splattered all around her.
She was better than that.
She was better than the life we led.
“Holy shit,” Dante said breathlessly.
“Where are we going?” Mav asked impatiently.
I pointed to the short, white bus that had been abandoned at whatever defunct junk yard we had found ourselves in. Blaze already had himself tucked up underneath the vehicle, checking things over with that keen eye of his. If anyone could fix that thing and get it to run, it was him.
“How long!?” I called out.
Blaze slid out from beneath the chassis. “Ten, fifteen minutes!?”
“Perfect,” I said as I turned to Dante. “Let’s help the clean-up crew get those bodies in the back of the van.”
“What do you want us to do?” Mav asked.
My gaze scanned over a shivering Brielle. “Get her away from the van. Maybe take her over next to Blaze. Once he’s got that thing cranked up, throw her in the bus and come get us.”
“On it,” he said as he brushed past me.
“Wolf,” I said as I reached out and grabbed his arm before he passed by me.
“What’s up, boss man?”
I slowly looked over at him. “When you get this van across the border, light that son of a bitch on fire. We can’t have our DNA anywhere near this thing.”
He wiggled his eyebrows. “Sounds like Daddy gets to have some fun.”
I rolled my eyes and released him. “Just do it.”
“You know I will, boss man.”
Damn near twenty minutes passed by before we all got into our respective vehicles, and not a siren was to be heard. Good. Well, not good, because that meant those assholes were intent on killing us and leaving us for dead. But good because the last thing we needed was to content with the fucking police. I climbed into the driver’s seat of that bus with Dante and Mav riding in the seats behind me. Blaze took up a spot near an emergency exit window, where he perched with his guns at the ready. I watched as the clean-up crew pulled out of the junkyard with the van full of bodies. I saw Joules and Jax use any tools they could find to toss the dirt and sand around, covering up the blood stains their bodies left behind.
And when every last one of my men was free from the junkyard’s confines, I stepped on the gas.
“Let’s get the fuck out of here,” I growled. “And someone get Doc on the phone!”
* * *
Pulling into the dirt parking lot of the clubhouse rushed a feeling of relief through me that damn near made me nauseous. We were working three steps behind our enemy, and I hated that feeling. The entire time, that bitch had been one step ahead of us. Planning. Conniving. Setting things up so that she benefitted from everyone else’s chaos.
I hated people like that.
Without a word, I parked the bus. I tore up from the driver’s seat and made my way for Brielle. She sat there, slouched in her seat with my leather coat still covering her body, and she stared mindlessly out the window.
“Ready to go inside?” I asked.
But all she did was lean her body in my general direction.
“Good girl,” I murmured as I scooped her up.
“What do you need us to do, boss man?” Blaze asked.
