I don’t know or care why the fuck he’s here shooting up the place but he’s going to meet his maker who can worry about that shit. Stepping out from behind the cabin I squeeze the trigger and fire off a few rapid rounds.
His body jerks but the fucker falls behind part of the cabin which gives him cover. I curse loudly but I need to dash back behind the cabin when a damn bullet whistles very close by my fucking head. What the fuck? Who is here besides Cannon?
“Who the hell is shooting?” Kadence whisper hisses from behind me.
I flash an angry look over my shoulder. “I told you to stay fucking put.”
“And I decided not to be a sitting duck but a participant. I can shoot, Colt. And I have steady and good aim.”
We don’t have time to fight because bullets are hitting my damn cabin. Another thing that worries me is the nonexistent return fire coming from Alfie. He’s sagged against my truck.
I glance at Kadence and grab my damn heart in my hands when I ask, “Can you return fire if I jog around the cabin to surprise them from the other side?”
“Fuck, yes,” she grunts underneath her breath.
I reach out to grab her neck and slam my mouth over hers to taste her lips in a fleeting kiss before I push my boots on the ground to race around the cabin. With my gun aimed forward I reach the corner and don’t even glance around but jump out and start to fire.
Their eyes are still locked to where Kadence is firing, making them sitting ducks. A young guy with a prospect cut on with the Deranged Hounds patch is now getting drenched by blood from the bullets I fired into his back.
Cannon has a last breath to spin around and aim his gun at me but a bullet enters between his eyes and at the same time his skull shatters from the impact of a second bullet as my woman shoots the fucker as well.
Knowing the asshole is dead, I let my eyes travel over my front yard to make sure all threats are gone. Kadence comes rushing toward me. I holster my gun to wrap an arm around her and pull her close to inhale her sweet fragrance, making sure she’s still with me and we’re still alive.
Fuck. Alive. Is Alfie still breathing?
CHAPTER EIGHT
– KADENCE –
“Alfie,” Colt grunts and locks eyes with me. “Call an ambulance, right fucking now. Then call Weston.”
He lets go of my waist and rushes off toward his truck. I now notice the blood coming from underneath his truck and the body behind it. Holy shit. That’s Alfie? I grab my phone and am shouting for help before I disconnect when I know they’re coming. Only to make a second call to let Weston know but he doesn’t pick up.
I’m about to call Roper when I hear the rumbling of bikes and see the dust surrounding them up the road. Not knowing who the fuck they are, I rush toward Colt and Alfie and have my back to them and my gun raised at the bikers riding up.
I lower my gun slightly when I notice it’s Weston, Roper, Joaquin, Garrett, and Ledger. But I shift my aim when behind them Rowen and his VP, Koda, appear. Filled with anger I fire off a round in the direction of my brother.
“Get the fuck off my damn property,” I bellow.
My brother’s bike comes to an abrupt stop. He kicks out the kickstand and jumps off his bike, holding both hands palms up.
“I called it in the second we knew Cannon was out for blood and wanted to drag you off. The fucker is insane, we had no clue he would go nuts when he heard he couldn’t have you. He drove off with a prospect in tow and dropped off the radar. I swear we had nothing to do with it, sis. We drove like hell on wheels to get here because I was afraid he would go to you. When I couldn’t reach Colt, I called Weston. I swear we didn’t know.”
I fire another round next to his boot. “This is all your fault.”
“Noooo.” The tormented plea coming from Joaquin rips straight through my chest.
Shit. Alfie. The blood. His sagging body. He didn’t return fire. Joaquin’s sobs.
He’s dead?
I raise my gun to justify his death but the gun is covered with a hand as it’s guided down. “You don’t want to do that.”
My eyes trail up the arm of who is preventing me from shooting another bullet at my brother. I let Weston take the gun from me and I mindlessly nod.
“I just…it’s his fault. Alfie, he’s…” A sob rips from me.
“From the looks of it, Alfie is still breathing. And I can’t let you kill the president of another MC on club grounds,” Weston says with a firm tone. “Even if the fucker is your brother. In the end he did do right by you. He stepped up and put you before the club, Kadence. He was ready to end Cannon himself but he was already heading here and couldn’t get to you in time.”
I let my head drop. He’s right. “Sorry, Prez,” I tell him, even if he’s not my president, but in this moment–me being Colt’s old lady–I know very well he is.
Not that I forgive my brother, but I trust Weston and the words he just gave me.
“Go help your man, the EMTs are here,” he orders and I spin around to run toward Colt who is helping to keep Joaquin away from Alfie; the EMTs need to do their
