Page 51 of Finn (Dirty Misfits MC 6)
I furrowed my brow. “How the hell did you know to reference him specifically?”
He took a step toward me and leaned in so close that I smelled the plague on his breath. “I know everything, you stupid bitch. I even know exactly where your little CheyChey is. And after I’m done burying you in some shallow grave out there in the desert, I’m going after her. She’s got the perfect features for one of my client’s, and she’d make me a fucking killing. Now, move, or you die now.”
I stood my ground. “You won’t lay a hand on my niece. I’ll kill you myself before that happens.”
He smirked. “With what gun? You won’t be able to move to the gun strapped to your back before I plug you with bullets. Then, you won’t be alive to save your precious little niece, now will you?”
And just as I went to try my luck with prying that gun out of his hands, bullets cracked through the air. I felt one buzz by my right shoulder before another slipped right between my legs, and that was a little too close to Chops’ bits for his liking. He ducked straight to the ground, covering his head like a fucking coward.
Which enabled me to draw my weapon, rush behind the tree, and sabotage Chops’ bike before I prepared myself to fight.
Twenty-One
Finn
Glass rained down to the floor as I bear-crawled into the kitchen. I had to get to Sloane. I had to get to her before Chops did. But, the ear-piercing shout of a woman echoed in time with the emergency exit door alarm and caught my attention.
Maybe that means Sloane and Beth made it out.
I rolled onto my back long enough to see one of those Black Flags idiots shimmying his way through a shattered window. The poor woman sobbed into the top of her son’s head as they cowered beneath the table. It was a scene I knew I’d never forget. These selfish, devilish, good-for-nothing motherfucker bastards didn’t give a shit who they had to run over in order to get what they wanted. Even if there were children at stake. Which meant I didn’t give a shit about his life or when it ended.
So, I took aim and shot him right through the top of his head.
I didn’t have enough time to kick the man’s body back through the window, but at least he was no longer a threat. Then, I continued my journey into the kitchen. Once I was through the swinging double doors I leapt to my feet and had my gun on a swivel to make sure no one popped out and clocked me.
There were no windows back here, sure. But, there were plenty of places for those assholes to hide.
And with the emergency exit alarm blaring, that meant the sounds of their movements would be covered up.
“Here, take this,” a man whispered.
I peeked down and watched him hold a glistening silver knife up toward me. The thing was massive. I mean, one good whack with this fucking butcher’s knife could take off anyone’s head. And I was thankful that he had given it to me. I nodded my thanks and gripped the handle, then used the top of my gripping hand to steady my gun as I held it right out in front of me.
I slowly crept toward the emergency exit, hoping to catch Sloane and Beth before anything else happened.
But, when I eased myself through the cracked door, the first thing I saw was Beth’s lifeless body on the ground.
“No, no, no, no,” I murmured.
My eyes darted around before I saw movement in the shadows. There was a massive fucking tree in the middle of the damn desert that sat out in the backyard of his diner, and by some miracle the thing was still living. I wasn’t sure how, and I didn’t care. What I did care about was the fact that it looked like the two shadows were fighting. Possibly wrestling.
Then, as I came down the steps and inched toward Beth’s body, I heard voices.
Sloane and Chops, to be exact.
You won’t take her. I won’t stand for it.
I gave my eyes time to adjust as I aimed my gun at the bigger shadow. I wasn’t sure what the hell was going on, but I didn’t care. All I cared about was getting Sloane out of there alive. As the wrestling and the fighting mounted, I used their noises to cover my own as I got closer. And when I knew I had Chops in my crosshairs, I continuously pulled the trigger of my gun.
Before I watched that coward of a man hit the deck.
“Bingo,” I murmured.
I saw Sloane dive for something before she scrambled behind the tree trunk and I looked around to see where the hell I could take up my own position. I found two massive dumpsters sitting by the staircase that descended from the emergency exit door and I leapt toward them, scrambling to get inside. The garbage wreaked of day-old cheeseburgers and molded ice cream, and I tried to hold back my gagging as much as I could.
