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Payden
Guns
Payden
Help. At work. People dead
I stare at her words, then call her phone. She picks up on the first ring.
“Logan? Oh, fuck. I’m in trouble, the office… the office is under attack. There’s a gunman shooting everyone… Deidre…”
“Where are you in the buildin’?”
“Under the conference room table, but they’re f-firing. It’s close, Logan, it’s really close.”
“There’s more than one gunman?”
“Y-yes, I think so.”
I grab Dozer, heading upstairs to put him in my apartment, and grab my gun. “I’m on my way. I’ll call nine-one-one.”
“I-I did that already.”
“Good girl. Is the door locked?”
“Yes, but I need to get out. I need to make a run for it?—”
“No, Payden, stay where you are. Can you hide anywhere else in there other than under the table?”
It’s the first place they’ll look.
“There’s a cupboard…”
“Good, climb in and stay there.”
“B-but…”
“Do it,” I say, retrieving both my guns as I pull my holster over my shoulders and secure it in place.
“Please, hurry, I haven't heard the sirens y-yet.”
“They’ll be comin’, Angel, and so are the MC. I’ll text you when I’m there, stay off the phone.”
“Okay.”
I swallow. “Payden?”
“Y-yes?” she sounds fucking terrified.
“I-I’ll be there soon.” I hang up, then dial Cash.
This is gonna take the entire club.
Payden
Half an hour earlier
