Page 108 of Loyal
I speed through, and Savage lets me speed by him. I know he will be hanging back. Not because he doesn’t like to fight, but because he’s a hell of a sniper thanks to his time in the military, and his long-range gun is probably in the truck with Dex.
I catch movement out of the corner of my eye, but I refuse to look over. My throat is tight as I squeeze the handlebars.
Good girl.
I watch Farrah fight for her life, and make no mistake, that’s exactly what she’s doing. If I didn’t tell her what to do, if she didn’t put up a fight, she would be long gone and we would have been none the wiser until she never showed back up.
Thank fuck I gave her that bracelet.
“Loyal! Fang is waving at you,” Sami yells.
I glance over and see him pointing to the back of my bike, eyes wide.
Somehow without even hearing him, I know what he’s thinking. I need to stop here. Leave her behind. She can’t be too close. I know he’s right, but if I kept going forward, I could make it there faster. Fang points over to my other side, and I look over.
The truck with the prospect and Dex rolls up next to me.
“Go! I got her!” he yells.
“Don’t you do it, Loyal. Don’t you dare fucking stop,” she yells right as the first bullet flies.
Fuckin A.
Was that friendly fire or enemy fire?
Laying off the throttle, I slow down as she pounds on my back.
“No, keep going! You can’t stop! She needs us!” she sobs.
I come to a stop.
“Get off!” I yell.
“No, go!”
“Stop fucking arguing, Sami. You told me you would listen, so fucking do it!” I snap, losing my cool.
For a split second, I feel bad, but then I hear the sound of a ricochet.
Nope. She needs to stay as far back as fucking possible.
The prospect jumps out of the truck and pulls her off of my bike, kicking and screaming.
Pushing the throttle, I rush forward until I reach the fight. When I come to a stop, I drop my bike, not giving a fuck, and pull the gun out of the small of my back.
Farrah’s dad is trying to drag her up the stairs of the plane again as several goons he must have hired block the way. I look around and watch as my brothers surround the plane. Someare even coming from the other side, approaching from behind, which is a blessing and a curse.
Goddammit. We can’t fire. Not directly toward Farrah and Billy and not without the risk of taking out one of our own.
Think dammit, think!
A whizzing sound makes me look up, and if I wasn’t so tense from the situation, I might chuckle as I watch drones come into play. Dex is at it again. Trying to control a situation from every angle possible. We just need to buy him enough time to end this positively. Without too many bodies. My eyes dart to the front of the plane, and I see that there is already someone sitting in the pilot’s seat. Even from a distance I can see when the red dot appears in the middle of his chest.
Thank fuck. At least Savage is in place. I know he doesn’t plan on taking out the pilot, not unless Billy manages to get Farrah on the plane.
Farrah.
My eyes dart over to her, and it’s almost as if she can feel my eyes on her.
