Page 86 of Single Mom's Biker Brigade
Diesel pressed harder on the gas, taking another left, followed by a short right that whipped us into an alley that I’d always thought dead-ended. He hit the middle and yanked around for another right.
“Close Crane.” Hawk gripped the phone and barked out a series of orders that made no sense to me.
They didn’t have to. For maybe the first time in my life, I didn’t need them to explain to me what was happening or how we would get out of this. I trusted them to see it through.
The SUV whipped into the alley behind us, keeping the exact same distance.
“Keep it close but not tight. We can’t let this devolve into a rolling gunfight.” Hawk mouthed an apology at me when Cody whimpered.
I squeezed his arm where it rested on the console. “It’s okay. I understand.”
Colt’s head fell back against the seat, and he listed to one side.
I caught him and helped brace him with my shoulder in case he passed out.
Thirty seconds later, we crossed an intersection.
“Close on Church. Now.” Hawk swiveled to look in the mirror.
A truck pulled sideways across the road behind us, blocking the bikes. The first bike braked hard enough the rear tire came up off the pavement. Tires squealed as the second tried to turn and laid their bike down. The SUV stopped.
“Sixty seconds till they find their way around.” Diesel used every single second.
A second set of headlights appeared ahead of us, at the junction where the service road met the county highway.
My stomach dropped. How had they gotten ahead of us?
The SUV reappeared on our tail.
Diesel gripped the wheel. “Hold for a sharp left.”
“What?” I barely had time to ask before he ripped the wheel left. We passed the incoming SUV, and it flashed past in a dark blur I recognized as an unmarked police unit.
Hart.
Thank fuck. Dust plumed in his wake, and he barreled toward our tail without any hesitation. “Sutter’s Pass police department. Stop where you are.” His cold voice came across his vehicle’s sound system in a loud roar. The SUV wheeled around, driving off road to make the turn and hightailed it toward town.
Hart pulled his own U-turn and pulled up alongside Hawk’s window, climbing out wearing a vest and his radio in his hand. He’d been prepared for this. I should’ve known, but I’d been a little preoccupied. He leaned forward, taking in the interior with a frown. “Keep moving. I’ll hold them off until you can get home. Expect a medical team in ten. I need plates and riders, but I’ll check in when I’m done.” He tore off down a side road that looped back onto the county road and might put him on the highway in time to catch the bastards on our asses.
Diesel floored it, getting us home in record time. Hawk called in our approach, and four people met us on the porch. Two I knew, Holly and Dylan. Holly had been an Old Lady with the club long enough to have white in her hair and bigger balls than half the men. She took one look at the sorry state we were in and held out her hand. “I’ll take the boy. We’ll hole up in your room. Take care of them.” She didn’t give me much of a choice. I could have argued, and I wanted to. Cody needed me. He also needed to decompress, and Holly had one hell of a hug that made everything feel like it would be okay.
“I’m okay.” Cody wiggled in my arms. “I want to go with Holly so you can take care of Colt.”
One of these days, I’d have to tell him that Colt was his father. Not yet. Not until Colt gave me the go ahead.
Colt climbed out of the truck under his own power and stood near the bumper with his good hand braced on the tailgate.
The bleeding had slowed but not stopped. “Sit before you fall down.”
“I’m not going to fall down.” But he slid down until his ass hit the bumper and stayed there. “Ow.”
I put pressure on the wound and stood between his knees. “Thank you.” My voice shook. I sucked in a gulp of air and kissed his cheek.
Hart rolled in and leaped out of the SUV with a tablet in hand. He marched toward the front door. “Show me what you got.”
Colt groaned and I helped him to his feet while he muttered under his breath about not missing out on the good stuff.
Diesel led the way to the main table, where he tossed the recovered photos on the table.
