Page 53 of Cole (Dirty Misfits MC 4)
While Josie ran the guys on pointless errands, we finally found our chance. Both of the guys were inside searching at the same time for something, and Astrid quickly scrambled into the driver’s seat of the van. She slid open a small set of windows that led from the back of the van to the front of it, and through the small opening she slid guns, ammunition, and magazines the size of my fucking forearm.
And as they all pieced their guns together, I found myself not only lost, but useless.
I’d never fit in with these people. Ever.
“Keep going,” Josie hissed.
I quickly got back to my sounds of labor and doubled over outside. And when I did, I found something remarkable. Taped to the undercarriage of the van was a massive shotgun, and while I wasn’t sure if it was loaded or not, the damned thing looked intimidating enough. I heard boot falls rushing up behind me and I made a split-second decision. I heard the girls getting into their places as I ripped the duct tape off the shotgun.
“Hey, what are you doing!?” Thing Two called out.
And just as the men rushed up to me from behind, I ripped the shotgun from beneath the van and aimed it right at them.
Before cocking it like I had always seen in the movies.
Holy shit, that actually works.
“Good job, Molly,” Josie said as she aimed her gun at Thing One.
“Keep it pointed right at them,” Astrid said as she looked down her sights at Thing Two.
But off in the distance I heard the dull roar of a sound that had quickly become familiar to me. I heard the dull roar of bikes traveling in our very direction, and as we kept the guys there with their hands held high, we all heard the lone bike pull into the warehouse parking lot.
Before another asshole wearing a black leather jacket grinned at us.
“Told you so. I knew you guys weren’t the right guys for the job.”
I swiveled and aimed my shotgun at him. “And who the fuck are you?”
The guy chuckled as he swung his leg over his bike. “You don’t have the balls, trust me.”
I grinned. “Sure about that?”
The guy nodded. “Girls who spread their legs and get pregnant by a guy they’ve only known a few days never have the balls. Right, guys?”
Thing One and Thing Two chuckled and nodded their heads, but the instant I heard one of their guns cock, I held that damned shotgun up against my shoulder and took aim.
Before shooting that absolute fuckwad that had just rolled up on his bike… in his fucking knee.
Twenty-Five
Cole
I pulled up to the clubhouse and cradled my stomach as I stumbled up the stairs. I knew that a couple of my ribs were, at the very least, fractured, which made breathing an absolute chore. But the second I busted into the clubhouse and found the guys already scrambling, I realized just how much these bastards had caught us off-guard.
However, when Tanner laid his eyes on me, he rushed to my side.
“Cole! Holy fuck!”
I collapsed with a groan against him and he helped me over to the couch. “I need some ice and some water for Cole! Hurry!”
The guys quickly gathered around me and someone worked my jacket off. Tanner leaned me back in the recliner while Brooks stuck a straw in a water bottle for me, enabling me to drink as Tanner poked around at my ribs. I had taught all of the guys basic first aid. You know, basic tactics on how to keep themselves alive and well in emergency situations.
I tried not to show the entirety of my fear on my face as Tanner helped me sit back up in the recliner.
“The good news is that they aren’t broken. But they’ll feel like it for a few days. You took a damn good beating,” he said.
I gripped his shirt and pulled him close to my face. “She’s pregnant, Tan.”
He blinked. “What? Who?”
“Molly, the girl they took. My girl. She’s—”
Brooks slid my grip away from Tan and crouched beside me. “That girl you were crazy about there for a little while?”
Finn chuckled. “You mean the girl he’s still crazy about.”
I shot him a look. “This isn’t funny. None of this shit is funny.”
Porter dipped down into my gaze. “How far along is she, Cole?”
I shook my head and tried my best to count the time that had passed. “Six, maybe seven months?”
“Jesus,” Brooks said breathlessly.
But Tan was the one that reassured me. “We will find them, Cole. You know we always do. We just have to take a moment to reel in our panic before we get to work. Right, guys?”
“Do we have any way to track these girls at all? Possibly by cell phone, or some shit like that?” Archer asked.
