Page 84 of Single Mom's Biker Brigade
“Yeah.”
“Cody?”
A shifting of clothes, then a muffled, “Yeah” helped me relax my grip on the steering wheel.
“Good. Let’s wrap this up.” I pulled into the side road leading to the meeting place where Callie and Diesel were with Wade and slowed the truck.
A shot cracked the air. Colt dove to the side, pushing Cody down into the seat as Cody whimpered.
Fuck. A man I didn’t know except through a single picture I’d found online dropped to the ground and didn’t move. Wade.
Deeper in the shadows, Diesel and Callie disappeared behind their car.
“Callie.” Colt raised his head from the backseat. “Hawk?”
“Fine. Pinned down. Shot took out the middleman. Cleanup hit to keep from muddying the ground.” I’d never ordered one, but I understood the call for it. “Cody, get in the floor and lay down. Windows are bullet proof.”
“Mama?” He sniffled. “Colt, what about Mom?”
“I’ll get her.” Colt threw himself from the truck before I came to a complete stop.
“Colt.” My voice couldn’t carry through the thick windows, and he’d slammed the door behind him. Fuck. I ground my teeth. “Cody, you good? I need to go after Colt and the others. No one can get you in here.”
“Lock the doors?” He peeked up over the seat and blinked those huge hazel eyes.
“Sure.” I opened the door and ran after Colt.
A second shot skimmed past my ear.
Colt staggered and slapped a hand to his shoulder.
“Colt.” I dove for him, taking him to the ground and rolling so I took the impact on my shoulder instead of his. We crashed into a pile of boxes. I rolled to my feet and hauled Colt by hiswaist behind a dumpster, ripping off my jacket and shirt, then wadding up the thin cotton and pressing it into the wound.
He twisted to stare up at me. “Get Callie.”
“I will, you prick. Stop running into every fucking dangerous scenario. I’m beginning to think you have a death wish, and you have too fucking much to live for to keep doing this shit.”
“Sorry.” He tried to push to his feet. “Come on.”
“The only place you’re going is back to the vehicle.” I pressed both hands to his shoulder, covering the entry and exit wound. “That was a warning shot. Living men can finish plans dead men can’t.” I pressed tighter against his wound, until he went white around the mouth.
“Okay.” He used his good arm to slide into a sitting position.
Diesel peeked over the hood of their car.
I pointed at the truck, and he nodded.
“Callie.” Colt gritted out her name through clenched teeth.
“Diesel has her, man. He won’t let anything touch her.” None of us would. “They’re on their way. Nowrun.”
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CALLIE
Diesel put the truck in motion almost before I had my door shut. He’d flung me into the driver seat, followed me in, and pushed me with his hip until I hit the other side with a startled oomph. He drove straight toward Hawk and Colt, whipping the truck around at the last second to give them a clean break into the backseat.
“Mom?” Cody peered at me from the floorboard, his eyes gigantic. “You’re okay.”
