Twisted Steel: An MC Anthology: Second Edition Elizabeth Knox (cheapest way to read ebooks .txt) 📖

my arm is out the window. I put my front against the seat so I can look out the back window at what is going on around us. I shoot a few rounds and both cars swerve, one of them riding into the side of the road before they make it back to the road.

We may know this back road but that didn’t mean that it was safe to have a gunfight on. There are sudden drop-offs, the dirt isn’t completely solid in some places, and there are possibilities of rockslides. Not to mention the tightly packed trees in some areas. If we went off the road there is a good chance that we would plummet straight down or get stuck in a position that they would be able to catch us.

“Get Cody and Brendan here! Now!” I order as I shoot a few more rounds out the window before I duck back in and hide behind the seat. When I look down in the backseat, Dela is still on the floor. Her arms crossed over her chest and a look of complete annoyance on her face. I expected her to be scared or screaming instead she is lying there mad.

“Boys, we need back up now,” Spark speaks through the hands-free.

“Where are you?” I hear Cody ask but I hear his heavy feet running. There are more behind him. Brendan and Winnie no doubt coming along as well.

“We are about four miles out from the compound. The back roads . . .” Another round of gunshots whizz by the car, one of them make contact with the back windshield and the glass explodes into the car.

“Fuck! Move your ass!” I yell, the wind now whipping inside the car, tossing glass and clothes around.

“Holy shit! Are those fucking gunshots?” Cody growls into the phone and I hear him starting up his bike. “Hold on, just fucking hold on. We are on the way!” He stops speaking but doesn’t hang up the phone. The rumble of the bikes is pouring through the speakers in the car.

“Damn it, Wyatt, hold on!” Spark braces himself and when I look back up to the back again. I see one of the cars picking up a lot of speed. Too much. He’s going to ram us.

“Dela!” I call for her just before the car behind us rams us hard. The back tires rise off the ground and the bed of the truck dents in.

“Dela, get the fuck up!” I call for her again. If they hit the back again, she could be crushed on the floor there.

She moves fast, the fear that I expected to see before finally blossoming on her face. She crawls over the middle console and into the front seat with me. I turn to sit right so she can sit on my lap. It’s not the safest position for us to be in but at least my body would be between her and the bullets.

“Just give me to them. They don’t want you,” she speaks fast, stuttering all the way.

“What. Fuck that!” Spark fights with the steering wheel to keep the truck on the road. That last hit must have fucked up the chassis. We are drifting slightly to the right.

“He won’t hurt me. As long as I’m with you he will try to kill us all but if you let me out, he will leave you alone. I know him and all of his acolytes.” She looks me right in the eyes as if this were a viable solution.

“No, there is no fucking way that I’m just going to drop you off on the side of the road for the fucking cult to come get you. I told you once already that I was not going to let anyone get you so if I have to give up my life to prevent that shit from happening then that is just what the fuck I’m going to have to do. Don’t say that shit to me again!” I push her head down so that it is further covered by my body. I turn in my seat and let out a few more shots. I hit nothing but at least the car behind us has to slow down a bit.

“How much control do you have?” I bark at Spark.

“How much you need?”

“Enough to get on the side of them?”

“No can do. I can turn us around?”

I nod knowing exactly what he was talking about. It’s tricky especially with Dela basically curled up in my lap but it would buy us some time.

Spark grabs the emergency brake and swings the car so the front is facing the car behind us at the same time putting the truck in reverse so we don’t lose much ground. The sudden movement is enough to surprise the fuck in the car behind us and before he can stop, I pop off two shots, both of them landing right in his forehead. Their car swerves right then left before it careens quickly into the trees on the side.

Spark rips the wheel to the right and turns us around again so that we are facing the right way. The truck sputters and groans as the frame twists and warps at the speed we are making all of these maneuvers. “Shit, it’s going.” Spark uses all his might to fight the steering wheel.

We are going to crash, the only question is are we going to crash in the trees or are we going to crash down the fucking edge. “Dela, we’re going to crash. If you wake up before I do. Hide under my body. If I’m dead you take this fucking gun and you shoot anyone who comes near here you understand. My brothers are almost here so they will find us. You get to them. That is your only fucking option you understand me?” I shake her one good time.

“Wyatt.” She grips onto my shirt, her breath coming fast.

“No, stop the bullshit! Do you understand?” I scream at her