Page 49 of Finn (Dirty Misfits MC 6)
I just didn’t like that I wasn’t within arm’s reach of her.
“You think this is a trap?” Brooks murmured.
I drew in a deep breath. “I think Sloane isn’t the kind to simply posture. So, yeah, I think we need to prepare ourselves for a good ol’ fashioned shootout.”
Porter groaned. “Everyone got full magazines?”
I heard the guys checking their guns before they nodded their heads. And that was when we heard it.
Bikes rumbling down the road.
“It’s showtime,” I said breathlessly.
Brooks snapped his fingers. “You know what to do. Get into positions. We go with Plan C for now, but pivot to Plan A if necessary.”
Once we had our orders, we dumped our bikes in the shadows of the diner and took our places. I crouched down behind a couple of cars while the rest of the guys placed themselves tactfully around the diner, with Cole climbing onto the roof. The man was a fucking money some days. Hell, he didn’t even need a damn ladder to get on most rooftops.
And when we saw him perched and ready for action, the Black Flags themselves rolled into the parking lot.
Cole was the first one to take a shot, and I watched as his bullet pierced the shoulders of three guys before they fell off their bikes. I mounted my gun on the hood of a car and plucked another one in the stomach, sending him gurgling on his own blood as he tumbled to the ground. No use in waiting for them to fire shots, we knew this was an ambush. And if they got inside to those girls, we didn’t have a chance in hell of tracking them down.
So, I’d make sure they never stepped foot inside that fucking diner.
All of the guys pulled out guns from beyond their black leather jackets and started aiming them at the windows of the diner. Jesus fucking Christ, they weren’t going to shoot us, they were going to start shooting civilians. I looked back at the diner door and watched Brooks pop up, firing off rounds that took men to the ground before he ducked back down.
I tried to book it for the door so I could go find Beth and Sloane. But, the second I stood from behind the car a bullet whizzed by my head.
Taking me back to the ground.
“They’re going to kill everyone in there!” Porter yelled.
Brooks called out. “Plan A! Move, move, move!”
With the Black Flags having their prospects at their sides at all times, we were outnumbered. For every one of us, there were at least three of them, and that meant some serious fighting if we were going to get out of this alive. I rolled along the gravel parking lot, taking out ankles and knees as I ducked behind cars to try and save my own hide. I looked over at the shattered windows, listening to children crying and women screaming as they peppered the diner’s existence with bullets.
I shot at one of their prospect’s hands and caused him to drop his assault rifle, and it bought me enough time to scurry for the front door. And as I ripped it open, I caught just enough of Sloane’s backside to see her dart into the kitchen with Beth.
“Everyone, stay down! Don’t move a muscle! We’re here to help!” I exclaimed.
But, before I could start toward the kitchen, a plethora of gunfire rushed through a window to my right, sending me to the floor with my cheek pressed against the dirt-laden tiles.
And I prayed with all of my might that Sloane had an escape plan once she made it out the back exit.
Twenty
Sloane
“And you must be Chops,” I said.
He held out his hands. “Are you really gonna shoot an unarmed, innocent man?”
I snickered. “You’re hardly innocent.”
He clasped his hands behind his back. “Then, show me the proof.”
I sighed. “I’ve heard a lot about you, you know.”
He barked with laughter. “I hope it’s only good things.”
“I’m sure they’re good on your scale, but definitely not on mine.”
His dark stare gravitated to Beth. “Thank you for setting things up so nicely for me.”
Looking back, I shouldn't have done what I had done. My training told me to stay put in situations like this. My training told me to wait for help to show up before I made a move. And my training certainly told me that if I ever came face to face with a wanted man, to be prepared to shoot. But, I decided to give the man the benefit of the doubt as I tucked my gun away. I figured, if anything else, I could wrestle him to the ground. I mean, I’d taken down men four times my size. The key was to use their momentum against them.
The issue was that I played by a rulebook, and Chops didn’t.
