Page 84 of Gang of Roses: Rebel

“They would’ve been on us by now if we didn’t,” Kash replied.

Kash took the lead, guiding us through a maze of narrow roads before turning onto an old gravel path hidden behind a row of abandoned warehouses. Thick trees swallowed us as we rode deeper into the property until a weathered metal gate came into view. Then Kash tapped a button mounted beneath her handlebars. The gate slowly rolled open. One by one, we rode inside before it closed behind us.

The safehouse looked like any other rundown warehouse from the outside, but that was the point. Nobody would ever guess millions of dollars had passed through those walls. The moment we killed our engines, silence settled over us.

For the first time since we walked into the bank, I could finally breathe. Dice climbed off her motorcycle first and ripped the silicone mask from her face.

“Damn, I couldn’t wait to get this damn thing off.”

Kash pulled hers off next, shaking her blond bob before walking straight toward me.

“Let me see your arm.”

“I’m fine.”

“The blood running down your sleeve says otherwise.”

I looked down and sighed. “Shit.”

Dice walked over and lightly smacked the back of my head. “You always trying to play tough.”

“I am tough.”

“You also got shot.”

Before I could argue again, Kash grabbed my injured arm and carefully pulled my hand away from the wound. Blood immediately soaked through the torn sleeve.

“Damn,” Dice muttered. “That ain’t no scratch.”

“I said I’m good.”

“The hell you are,” Kash replied. “Sit your stubborn ass down.”

For once, I listened.

The three of us made our way inside the warehouse, where Crow was already waiting near a folding table talking to Donnie and Declan. The moment Crow saw the blood, his expression hardened.

“Who the fuck shot Rain?”

“I’m alright,” I answered.

“I wasn’t asking you,” he said before turning to face me. “What happened?”

“A bullet grazed me,” I said.

Crow jaw tightened. “It wasn’t supposed to happen.”

“It didn’t,” I replied with a small smile. “I’m still standing.”

He looked like he wanted to argue, but instead he slowly nodded and then kissed my lips.

Dice dropped onto the couch with a tired groan. “Can somebody please get me a damn drink?”

Donnie laughed. “You asking or demanding?”

“I’m exhausted. Figure it out,” Dice pursed her lips.

Kash disappeared and came back carrying a first-aid kit. “Roll your sleeve up.”