Page 13 of Tanner (Dirty Misfits MC 5)
“Gotcha,” Tanner whispered.
From what I could see through the mangled mess of horror, there were men crouched behind their blacked-out bikes with their guns trained right at the front door. I wondered why the hell we couldn’t escape out through the back. But when I trained my shotgun through a window off to my right, I fired a shot that knocked a guy back before he flipped over the railing.
And went plummeting down the hillside.
Ah, there is no back exit.
“Wow,” Tanner said as he reloaded his gun, “nice shot.”
I cocked my gun one more time, readying the last chamber. “Told you I can take care of myself.”
He chuckled. “I never once doubted that. Now, you stay behind me so we can get to my bike. Finn, Archer, and Cole are on crowd control until we can get you out of here. So, once we get to my bike you hang on for dear life.”
I nodded. “Ready when you are.”
“Perfect.”
He slammed his foot into the door and it burst open, causing a rain of fire to beat down upon us. Gunshots rang out so quickly and so heavily that it melded into one massive ringing sound that rattled my ears and rumbled my ribcage. I popped off another shot with my shotgun before I opened the chambers, watching the empty slugs fly.
And after reloading it, I popped the chamber back into place, gave the gun another cock, and pointed it at the first little bitch I saw cowering behind his bike.
“Gotcha,” I whispered.
I fired off both shots at the man who had his hands over his head and he fell onto his side. He cried out in pain before someone ripped the shotgun out of my hands and helped me onto the back of Tanner’s bike. Everything happened so quickly that I couldn’t catch my breath. One minute, I was mowing down people with a shotgun, and the next minute I clung to Tanner while he cranked up his bike.
Then, we sped off toward the road.
Hunks of gravel kicked up and more men yelled behind us. I giggled as I wrapped my arms tightly around Tanner’s body, and for the life of me I couldn’t stop trying to feel him up. He wasn’t the scrawny little kid anymore that I had loved back in high school. He had muscles now. He was a man now.
And the way his muscles undulated beneath his skin set my soul aflame with desire.
“Obviously you remember how to shoot,” Tanner yelled back at me.
I nodded against his leather jacket. “Yeah, I do!”
He moved my hand to his hip before I felt the butt of his gun. “Take it! We’ve got a guy behind us!”
My eyes bulged as I craned my neck over my shoulder, and sure enough there was one lone guy behind us on a fucking blacked-out bike. He donned a shiny leather jacket that looked damn near brand new, and for some reason he sported a very expensive pair of sunglasses on his face when there were nothing but clouds in the sky.
And I couldn’t have ripped that damn gun from Tanner’s holster quickly enough.
“Now, when he sees the gun, he’s gonna start weaving. Watch his weaving pattern and—”
I closed my left eye and trained my gun right on the man. Sure enough, he started weaving, anticipating the bullets that were to come. But little did this asshole know that my father taught me how to shoot before he became a drunk. Before his military service took all that he had and left him with nothing.
And after anticipating his movements, I led my shot before I fired.
Sinking that damn bullet right into his shoulder.
“Got him!” I exclaimed.
Tires screeched and the man cried out while car horns honked around him. I watched him dart down an alleyway before the sound of a crash was heard, and I quickly turned back around before wrapping myself around Tanner. I holstered his gun back against his hip and drew in a deep breath. I closed my eyes, thanking my stars that Cheyenne wasn’t with us.
Then, I heard Tanner chuckling. “I see you remember what I taught you.”
I giggled. “It’s funny that you think you taught me everything about shooting.”
He paused. “Wait, what? I did. Remember, our first few dates were to a firing range?”
I barked with laughter. “You mean shooting my parent’s beer cans and liquor bottles off a tree stump in your backyard?”
“I mean, yeah. You already knew how to shoot back then?”
I nodded. “My sister told me that the way to a boy’s heart is letting him teach her things. Letting the man feel like he’s got something to give her. Something to provide. So, I faked it.”
He snickered. “Well, what else did you fake?”
I grinned. “Wouldn’t you like to know.”
We traveled for a couple of miles before the gunfire faded in the distance. Sirens kicked up in front of us, and when I watched a police cruiser whip a sharp U-turn in the middle of traffic, Tanner pulled off onto the side of the road.
