Roy turned his attention to me, spinning his blade for creepy effect.
I fumbled in my anxious state, but managed to draw Kyle’s gun and cock it at him.
His eyes met mine. He smirked. “Damn, darling. You’re a feisty little thing. I like that in a woman. It’s gonna be all the more satisfying to break you.”
“Get away, or I’ll shoot!”
He didn’t seem the least bit fazed, though. “The only way you’re gonna stop me here, is to kill me.” He looked me up and down. “You ain’t ready for that.”
Dammit. He had me hesitating. I wasn’t prepared to take it there, no. I’d never… I wouldn’t… I couldn’t kill someone.
He snickered. “Now, put the safety back on, then toss it across the road. You don’t and I’ll change my mind and make this murder, not maim.”
I saw the Rogues starting down the road, a bunch of them having gotten past the spikes obstacle.
“Ash, get out of here,” my dad wheezed. “Now!” he yelled, the effort causing him to cough violently and choke up blood all over his t-shirt.
Oh my God. I was wasting time arguing with Roy. My dad was suffering every moment he continued to be stuck underneath his Harley.
I flipped the safety back on and tossed the gun into the bank beside the truck.
“Good decision,” Roy said.
He moved closer to my dad and adjusted his grip on his blade.
“No!” I screamed.
A rolling thunder sounded, startling Roy enough that he jerked back, his eyes darting around wildly.
I smiled to myself. Motorcycles! I knew it was Iron Kings this time, because the sound was coming from the west, the direct route down from the clubhouse where all the boys had been for the club barbecue.
Roy recovered all too quickly and he came at me.
A ferocious roar sounded from my dad. I heard a hefty bang. I couldn’t see past Roy’s body blocking my view, but it sounded like my dad had pushed the bike off himself. Holy crap. He was strong to begin with, but when he was emotionally charged, he was something else entirely, like a frigging super soldier.
Roy ignored it and closed in on me.
I drew my Taser.
“Cute,” he commented.
I tightened my grip, bracing myself.
He was barely a couple of feet out from me when a shot rang out.
His upper body jerked and he roared in pain, clamping his hand over his right shoulder. The blade he’d been wielding slipped from his hand, clattering to the ground. Cursing, he fought to make it the remainder of the way to me, but then he wavered on his feet, and collapsed to his knees, blinking rapidly. It looked like he was trying to fight past the shock of being shot, trying to summon that whole mind over matter thing.
I looked out to see my dad staggering towards us, his gun in firing position. “Nobody hurts my daughter,” he growled. “Piece of shit.”
A convoy of Iron Kings motorcycles came flying down the road then, the opposite way, heading straight for the incoming Rogues.
The assholes panicked, turning tail as fast as they could make a three-point-turn on the narrow road. Iron Kings gave chase.
Just as relief began filling me that this awful nightmare was finally over, someone burst from the bushes. It was that maniac, Wolf, the Rogues notorious VP.
His eyes were absolutely crazed. He raised his gun at my dad and fired.
Terror gripped me.
“No!” I screamed.
The bullet went wide plunging into a tree trunk a foot from my dad.
Thank God. Wolf had missed.
The bushes rustled, someone running at a rapid pace tearing through them.
Before Wolf could recalibrate his aim to take another shot, a body slammed into his side brutally hard, ripping him off his feet.
I gasped when I realized who it was.
“Finn!” I cried, wincing as they both hit the road with a bone-jarring thud.
My dad wasn’t taking any chances and he reacted quickly, lunging at me and forcing me against the side of the truck, his big body covering mine like a shield.
I was able to see around him. I needed to know Finn was okay.
But the second my gaze landed on them, I wished that it hadn’t.
Brutality didn’t even cover it.
Growls, curses, and angry shouts came from Finn as he wailed on Wolf.
Fists, boots, and elbows assaulted him.
He pistol whipped him across the side of his face and blood spurted, oozing down from his right eye.
His body went limp and Wolf was clearly out of the fight, but Finn wasn’t done.
He snatched up the blade that Roy had dropped, smashing his boot into Wolf’s skull in the process, then drove it into Wolf’s arm. Wolf shrieked as he twisted it, then pulled it out with a rough jerk.
He fisted his hand in Wolf’s cut, holding his reeling body up. Then with his other gripping the blade, he sliced a deep gash down his torso, literally ripping him open.
Bile rose in my throat.
“Dad,” I rasped.
“Finn!” my dad yelled. “That’s enough!”
But Finn didn’t seem to hear him at all.
“Let go of me, Dad. He needs me.”
He hesitated for several moments, but a stomach-churning scream from Wolf had him relenting and standing back.
I cautiously approached Finn as my dad watched on high alert.
“Baby,” I called out.
Finn stilled, but only for a second.
I moved closer. “It’s over. I’m safe now.”
He jerked his knife wielding hand back, blood all over the blade.
And then he went to bring it down again.
I knew if he killed Wolf in cold blood like this, guilt would strangle him later on, once he’d calmed down and was thinking clearly.
So, I acted fast and pressed my hand to his back.
He stilled like before.
I ran my fingers up and down in a soft, soothing motion.
A disgruntled growl came from him. He didn’t want to let up, but my touch was affecting him and bringing him back to me.
I grasped
