“What the fuck?” Larkin yelled out.
But the Rebels were already moving. They weren’t firing, but they were getting onto their bikes. Jetter grinned at me one last time before they began to retreat.
“Hold your fire,” Larkin said as Clutch and Spoil got ready to shoot.
The armored car kept barreling toward us. The Rebels got out of the way as the car spun to a halt about ten feet in front of us.
“Run!” Larkin commanded.
We scattered, and just in time. The doors to the truck burst open and a group of Rebels jumped out, armed to the teeth.
My world exploded into gunfire.
The noise ripped its way through me, shaking my bones. Ford grabbed me and dove aside, into a large concrete drain pipe. The others found their own cover and began to fire back at the car.
I watched as Larkin pulled the pin on a grenade and tossed it out into the open. Instead of exploding, red smoke rushed out of it.
Then the real gunfire began.
Larkin’s plan was simple. He had assumed that Jetter was going into this a little overconfident, that he’d make some sort of dramatic move. The night before, Larkin had placed a bunch of Demon members all around the property, and the smoke was their signal to attack.
Men poured out of hiding places. The Rebels dropped back to use their armored car as cover, but they were way outnumbered. Larkin rushed out into the open. “Stop the bikes!” he yelled.
Ford grabbed me and we made a run for it while the other Rebels were pinned down. Ford threw me onto the back of his bike and hopped onto the front. Clutch and Spoil joined us as we tore our way past the armored car, riding fast after Jetter. Clutch and Spoil went ahead, leading the charge, while Ford and I brought up the rear.
I wasn’t thinking, couldn’t think. There was only the chase and what was happening. The sound of gunfire sank away as we caught sight of Jetter and his crew just ahead.
We tore after them, running red lights, weaving through traffic. They were ahead and we weren’t gaining, but they weren’t getting away. All we needed to do was stay on them. We were clearly better armed than they were, though we were outnumbered.
Up ahead, the Rebels were getting close to making it onto the overpass. I knew if that happened, we might lose them.
Suddenly, from a side street, five more bikes tore out onto the street, nearly ramming into the Rebels. My heart soared when I saw the insignia on their backs: Demons MC.
The Rebels turned away from the overpass in an attempt to escape the Demons. We kept pace, but the other group was right on the heels of the Rebels. I heard them begin to exchange gunfire back and forth.
Suddenly, Jetter looked back at me. I swore we made eye contact. A second later, he tossed the briefcase aside, letting it scatter onto the pavement.
The guys up front swerved and then stopped, going over to the briefcase. The Rebels sped ahead as the Demons collected the drugs.
We pulled over onto the side of the road. Thade grinned at us, holding open the case.
“Got the shit, as ordered,” he said.
“You let Jetter get away,” Ford said, angry.
“Orders were to get the drugs. Larkin wanted us to let them go if possible.”
“Why?”
Thade shrugged. “I don’t fucking know. I just follow orders.”
Ford kicked the guardrail, pissed. “Fuck,” he said. “Fuck that bastard.”
“Come on,” I said to him. “We should get back.”
He nodded, grunting. We got back onto his bike and pulled off, heading back toward the construction site.
The sound of gunfire had ended by the time we got back there. What was left of the Rebels were being loaded into their armored car, though it looked like none of them had survived. Ford parked his bike and found Larkin directing the effort.
“What the fuck, old man?” he roared at him. “You let Jetter get away.”
“Watch yourself, Ford,” he warned.
“You ordered the guys not to go after him.”
“Yeah,” he said, getting in Ford’s face. They were about the same height, and I’d never seen Larkin that angry before. But I had to admit, it was pretty intimidating. “We don’t need everyone to get arrested.”
“Fuck that,” Ford said. “Jetter should die for this.”
“We get the drugs?”
“Yeah, we got them.”
“That’ll be enough for the Snakes to come down on him,” Larkin said.
Ford took a deep breath and stepped back. “What happened?” he asked.
“We killed the fuckers.” Larkin shrugged. “I guess Jetter was trying to snatch the girl, got a little too cocky.”
“Fuck,” Ford said. “I knew she shouldn’t have come.”
Larkin put his hand on Ford’s shoulder. “Relax, brother. We won today.”
“Doesn’t feel like it. Feels like we let a fucking piece of shit live.”
“Go back to the clubhouse,” Larkin ordered. “We’ll meet you there, debrief later.” Larkin turned away and addressed the Demons members that were busy cleaning up the scene. “Hurry the fuck up,” he yelled. “Cops won’t stay away forever.”