Page 6 of Ash (Dragon Riders MC 3)
He snickered. “Better than not being prepared again, am I right?”
I shrugged as I turned my attention back to the compound in front of us. It had taken us some time once we arrived back in Hillridge Springs to track this place. I wasn’t sure what this place was or what it meant to the Golden Jags, but I wasn’t about to start asking questions now. This crew seemed to be following the idea of throwing ourselves out onto ledges we had no business being on, and I needed to get used to rolling with that shit.
So, I watched for any signs of—
“There.” I pointed.
Link scooted up next to me. “Where? What’s happening?”
I pointed again. “Three o’clock, two men with guns. And I see lights flashing down the road.”
“Think they’re bringing in another shipment.”
“I’d assume so. Just don’t know of what. These the drug guys or the trafficking guys?”
He shook his head. “Fucking hell.”
Took the words right out of my mouth.
If they were bringing in more drugs, then we didn’t have much to worry about. But if they were bringing in more girls? Or worse, more guns? We’d be in a hell of a lot of trouble. We were already outmatched two-to-one, judging by my count. And the last thing we needed was for them to have superior firepower.
“Still see those lights?” Link asked.
I shook my head. “No. Doesn’t mean it’s not coming, though.”
“Are you saying we should strike while we’ve got the chance?”
I peeked over at him. “I’m saying we should’ve struck ten minutes ago when we had that free window I spotted. But this’ll do.”
He grinned. “On my mark, then.”
I watched as Link slowly inched his way from bush to bush. It had been a long time since we’d scouted shit like this. But it always worked. We always expected the worst but hoped for the best. So, even though we were only staring at one massive cabin, we also understood that there could be more abandoned cabins around with more people inside.
Golden Jags and women alike.
I crouched there, waiting for Link to get back to me. Because once he was at my side, I knew we’d storm in. I pulled one of my guns from my left hip and checked the clip to make sure it was fully loaded. Then, I did the same for the gun on my right hip. I checked the two smaller ones I had strapped to my ankles, and I made sure the knife blades in each of my pockets were ready for a brawl. I always packed heat. Whether it was gun-heat, knife-heat, or two-by-four-heat, I always made sure I had a weapon ready in case I needed it. And tonight, was one of those nights where I’d need every single one.
Light flashed again in the corner of my eye and I grumbled.
“Come on, Link. We don’t have much time.”
It had taken us a few hours to track down this damn trailer. But Link was right: it didn’t look like the trailer had been moved since it was parked. There were no tire tracks, mud tracks, or indentations in the ground that might tell someone a vehicle had been moved multiple times. Hell, the damn thing itself barely had any dirt or grass on it. And we were in the middle of the fucking woods!
“Got some news,” Link whispered.
I nodded. “Make it quick. That delivery’s getting close.”
“Sly was able to wrap around this place and stay in the dark. He counts at least seven other cabins.”
I slowly looked over at him. “You’re kidding.”
He shook his head. “Nope. Not even a little bit. But Sly also figured out where the girls are.”
“How’d he do that?”
“He was able to get close enough to hear a couple of the guys talking. They’re in this main cabin, in a room towards the back.”
I nodded. “So, we can probably assume the windows are sealed.”
“Locked doors, too. At the very least. I’m sending you and Sly into this main building. Your job is to find those girls and take out as many asshats as you can in the process. The rest of us are going to charge around and see what we’re up against with these other cabins. They might have other girls here.”
“Or junkies looking for a fix as well as a place to stay.”
He shrugged. “Either way, that’s the plan. You ready?”
I nodded. “Yep.”
I watched Link dig around in his pocket before he pulled out his phone. His thumb slid across the screen for a few seconds, then I heard the softest swooshing sound. I stared at him while he watched his phone. I withdrew one of the guns on my hips and readied myself for the firefight about to occur.
But Link put his hand against my wrist.
“Don’t fire unless you have to. The last thing we want is to accidentally hit someone.”
