She leaned across the console between us and planted her lips on mine. Her little moan as I deepened the kiss was enough to send the signal to my dick that I wanted to be inside of her, but I didn’t know what she’d gone through.
She needed to rest.
She needed to be safe.
“You drive this fucking van straight to the clubhouse. I’m calling Maree right now, and she’ll be expecting you.”
Orla nodded. “I promise.”
I kissed her again, my lips crushing against hers hard.
“I’ll see you in a few.”
I got out of the van before I changed my mind and called Maree to tell her to expect Orla or go looking for her if she’s not there in two hours. She agreed and I hung up. The van took off, speeding straight to the clubhouse, while I ran back into the fray.
Hawk was up against the wall, a knife protruding from his leg while he fought his attacker. I grabbed the fuckhead by the back of the neck and yanked him off Hawk, throwing him to the ground and putting my boot into his face. He grunted, blood spewing out of his nose. Hawk grabbed the blade from his leg and slammed it down into the guy’s neck.
“You need to get to a hospital,” I yelled at him. “That’s deep, and Morena ain’t here to help you.”
He nodded. “Fuck, I think you’re right.”
“Go,” I told him. I found Ace finishing off a couple of bikers.
“What the fuck are you doing here?” he rounded on me.
“She’s on her way back to the clubhouse, no way in hell I’m leaving you alone in here. Hawk’s down, he needs to be seen to. Foley’s gone.”
Fear shot across his face, and I saw the look of defeat in his eyes. This wasn’t over.
“Rebel’s on his tail, but I don’t see him wanting to take us on after this. He’ll go into hiding.”
A fucking beast broke through the room we were in and came for Ace. I pulled my gun up and shot him in the head. He fell back, dead against the wall, leaving a smear.
“We’re almost done,” Ace said. “Not many left, but I know they have reserves somewhere.”
I nodded. “Yeah, Dempsey said there were heaps of guys here, but we easily dispatched in the matter of twenty minutes. He must have another place set up.”
“We need to get back to Kilkenny,” Ace said. “Figure out what to do next.”
I nodded. “Any casualties?”
Ace grunted. “Yeah, we lost a couple of Nomads. Joshua is down, but Kirby put him in a car. We need to get him and Hawk to a hospital.”
“Where are the girls? Too far to take them to Morena?”
I knew there would be questions if we brought them in with wounds like these. That’s why we had an on-call nurse to help us.
“We’ll call Morena’s doctor friend to come and help us.”
Ace nodded. “Yeah, call him on the way. We need to go. The cops won’t be far off, and Brogan won’t have any jurisdiction up here to help.”
We moved through the house, stepping over bodies of wounded or dead bikers and rounded our men up. Savage was enjoying beating the crap out of someone in the yard. Viper was already rounding up Kirby and some of the Nomads when he saw us making our way over.
Ace ran to the car and drove the guys back to Kilkenny, calling Corey, Morena’s doctor friend, to let him know to get to the clubhouse. Viper, Savage and I jumped on bikes, leading the pack back to Kilkenny, a path of destruction in our wake.
Orla
The sun was beating down on my face from the window, making me open my eyes. Stiffening, I felt a vice-like grip around my waist, and immediately I tried to find a way to get away.
