It was a fucking ambush and we didn’t have time for backup, so I did the only thing logical in my brain, serve and protect.
Bullets passed me, as I bolted through the door. Shards of hard acrylic and wood scraped through. I didn’t feel anything but the adrenaline pumping through my veins. Screams from passing patrons filled the streets, everyone running in the opposite direction.
Their screams mixed with the sounds of bullets flying in the air brought flashes of desert, my own men covering on top of bodies making sure the patients' safety was their priority. Yells of the commanding officer telling us to hold tight, calling for backup, static filling the air, it was like I was there again.
One person, in my mind, walked toward me and I yelled for them to get back. A bright eyed blonde angel extended her hand. The shout of my name pulled me back, demanding voices to get down again, but I shook it off, and unholstered my gun, getting down to the ground to shoot at the speeding vehicle. Something that would distract them or slow them down.
I knew we didn’t have time to call for back up, I did what I had to do, what I felt wired to do.
Protect.
I fired off a few rounds, and until one clip was emptied. When the SUV halted and drifted around to come back charging back toward us, I stood up. Not backing down from a fight. It was like a western standoff, waiting for them to make the next move. Skaggs kept yelling, cursing me for being a dumb motherfucker.
Wheels squealed, the smell of burnt rubber hit the pavement. The black SUV charged with a roar of their engine. As I stood in the middle of the street, I fired off more rounds into their windshield, quickly realizing that it wasn’t making a dent.
Bulletproof. Fuckers came prepared.
The SUV never let up on speed, and I waited until the last second before jumping out of the way. The rough concrete didn’t cushion my fall, but the sound of more bullets flying through the air had me scrambling for brief cover. A slight sting spread across my upper arm. My eyes looked to see where they were, and with one hopeful shot, I fired off the rest of the last clip, hearing that I punctured one of the back tires.
It was the faintest of released air sound, enough for me to know I hit something. The SUV kept going around the corner and disappeared into the busy streets. I rushed to my feet to run toward the corner to assess where their damage was, but all I saw was the SUV speeding off.
“Son of a bitch,” I muttered. I hung my head in defeat.
We needed some answers, and all we got was more questions. A warm drip trailed down my arm, the crimson essence spilling onto the white long sleeve.
Someone wasn’t going to like this.
Chapter 27
Amelia
The ache in my pussy never went away.
Every fucking step I took, it was a like the ghost of a memory. The grins from Jennie and Sarah didn’t help either. Shooter never stopped reminding me that I was his, but I never returned the sentiment after that night in the studio. I was afraid of something happening that I would feel trapped again.
Though the more I was around him, those thoughts would disappear. I felt he wasn’t playing around. It reminded me of the devotion I saw from Hound when Melody;s around and how Melody's looked at him like she couldn’t live without him. I thought that was Shooter and how I felt about him.
“Amelia, room five needs labs drawn again, the lab said it was hemolyzed.” Dr. Andres popped up beside me. “I need to see what their CBC is.”
“Yes ma’am on it.” I popped up from my chair. The slight pain in my vagina made me wince. I thought I was broken. I hummed a little, a random tune that was stuck in my head from the radio from the drive to work.
“Should I be worried about you?” Andres asked. “You seem a little too happy.”
I shook my head. “Well, at least it’s not due to a medication change,” I replied, carding into the computer for labels. She made a certain noise like the kind that says “I don’t believe you, but if you say so. It’s none of my business, but it kind of is.”
“Why would you need to be worried? I’m here and I haven’t pulled any doubles yet.” Which was something I tried to do, but not raise any red flags for Shooter to stalk me. Not when Tony came to my place a couple days before with less than happy news. Chris kept racking up the bill and I knew that it was getting out of control. He had disappeared since I left to find Shooter.
They “reassured” me that I was still in the good graces of their boss. The look in their eyes was filled with pity. I just wanted the debt to disappear and move on with my fucking life.
But life loves to throw curveballs when you don’t know how to hit it out of the park.
“No. You just look lighter. And I like your hair recently,” she complimented. “Whatever is happening, maybe it’s for the better.”
I started playing with my hair, not noticing that the length had been getting longer. It’s been years since my hair was able to be put up into a ponytail or even pulled back a little. The ends of my hair were starting to be in my peripheral and a subtle smile lifted on my face.
Shooter was becoming a safe place for me, unlocking every desire. So, yeah, I couldn’t help but smile.
The morning flew by, and I was counting down the hours until I could rest and possibly be in the arms of the man that was quickly becoming who I was needing.
