Page 48 of Finn (Dirty Misfits MC 6)
She nodded. “Now, where do we go from here? I talked, so that means no jail time, right?”
I squeezed her hand. “Call me tomorrow on a number I can save into my phone so I can reach you if I need you. We can talk then about how the hell to get you out. But, for tonight? I want you to go somewhere else. Get out of town, find a random hotel with a security guard, and hunker down for the night. Can you do that for me?”
Pop! Pop! Pop!
People in the diner started screaming as gunshots rattled around in the parking lot. Beth ducked so quickly beneath the booth table that I wasn’t sure where the hell she’d gone after that. I drew my weapon and cocked it as I gazed out the window, trying to figure out where exactly those bullets had come from.
Then, gunfire rained down as if a storm of guns had just pulled up.
“Ah!”
“Help us!”
“Someone call 9-1-1!”
“Where’s my baby? Where’s my son!?”
I ducked beneath the booth and found Beth with her knees curled up to her chest. She sobbed into her knees with her entire body shaking violently, but we didn’t have the time to do this. We were sitting ducks and we had to get to a vantage point before these asshats stormed the diner and snatched both of us up.
“Beth,” I murmured.
People screamed around us as a window shattered on the other side of the diner.
“Beth!” I exclaimed.
She whipped her head up. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. They threatened everything. I-I-I have a son I gave up for adoption. They know where he is. They said they’d take him. I’m so sorry.”
I clapped my hand over her mouth. “We can talk later, but right now we have to move, so come on!”
“Wait, wait, wait!” Beth exclaimed. “Shouldn’t we call 9-1-1?”
I narrowed my eyes. “Give me five minutes.”
I slid my cell phone out of my back pocket and dialed emergency before I quickly rattled off what had kicked up to the young man on the other end of the line. Gunshots backdropped my yelling voice as I tried to get over the commotion, and when the young man finally told me that help was on the way I hung up the phone.
Beth’s eyes widened. “You’re not supposed to hang up!”
I gripped her hand. “Shut up and come on before I knock you out and drag you out of here.”
I had to separate myself from the club before the police arrive, lest they find out that I was working with some fucking crew. I tugged Beth from beneath the booth before another window shattered, and I felt the bullet whiz by my shoulder. Beth screamed out in terror as I tugged her toward the kitchen, weaving a pathway to the back emergency exit.
And when we slammed through the door, alarms went off, signaling that we were safe.
“Well, well, well,” a man said as he stepped out from the darkness of the tree behind the diner, “you must be Detective Sloane Riley.”
It didn’t take a genius to feel Beth tense against me. It didn’t take a genius to see this man’s leather jacket and clock the scars on his face. I held my head high as he walked toward us, his hands in his jacket pockets as bullets peppered the diner of innocent people.
It clicked so naturally it almost made me sick.
“And you must be Chops,” I said.
Nineteen
Finn
“You think anything’s gonna happen?” Tanner asked.
I kept my eyes on Sloane through the window of the diner as I perched on my bike. “No clue, to be honest.”
Archer cleared his throat. “Fucking hell, these damn sinuses will be the death of me.”
Cole tossed him something from the back of his bike. “Take that. It should help until we get back to the house.”
I grinned. “Ever the momma of the group.”
Cole chuckled. “Not my fault you pansy asses don’t know how to take care of yourselves.”
A chuckle ricocheted around the guys and I folded my arms over my chest. So far, so good. At least, until I saw Sloane lean forward. Beth looked like she was about to shit a fucking brick because of all the panic washing through her veins, but once I saw Sloane unraveling that cardigan from her waist I reached for the gun at my side.
“What?” Porter asked, “you hear something?”
I nodded. “Sloane’s reaching for her gun. There has to be a reason.”
And in a flash, all of us were armed.
Beth and Sloane looked so engaged in conversation at that point, and it was the only reason why I didn’t waltz up into that damn diner and pluck a booth out for myself. I still didn’t agree with someone not being in there with her, but I knew better at this point than to fight with the fucking woman. She was hell on wheels and played for the right side of the team, which made her unstoppable.
