Dusty’s eyes widened at me. His index finger pointed sharply at the kitchen backdoor.
I shook my head, noticing Big Gun’s bald head behind the facing couch. “We gotta move,” I mouthed at Dusty, telling him with my fingers I had one bullet in my gun.
“Fuck,” he said under his breath as Big Gun jumped to our side. He gestured with his piece for us to go.
More men rumbled through the door. They were ours. Their gunshots flashed as one of them boomed, “Save Prez.”
Dusty took my hand and dragged me the same way I got in. Just as we reached a point a couple of feet across from the front door, the men barricading it fell dead. Then five of Wrench’s Skulls and their Prez himself barged in.
Exposed, Dusty shielded me with his body. “Run.”
Big Gun jumped over the couch, tackling two of the men. The surprise startled them, and they started shooting in every direction. Dusty, still shielding me, aimed successfully at two other men, sending them to their hell. I shot the last of Wrench’s men with my only bullet.
Dusty had nothing between him and Wrench except for the piled bodies on the floor. Dusty squeezed his trigger only to find out at the worst time ever he, too, was out of bullets.
He pushed me back to give me a head start. “Fucking run!”
I dragged Dusty by the hand, urging him to run with me. Adrenalin pumped in my veins, letting the blood from my wound stream faster. It countered the waves of nausea I had from bleeding and delayed my inevitable unconsciousness and bleeding out.
“Go with her!” Big Gun’s bellowing scream clogged in his throat as Wrench put a bullet in his head. Then the gun was pointed at Dusty and me.
“No one is going anywhere. You two are coming with me where I make a fucking example out of you,” Wrench snarled, taking a step toward us. I took in his ugly, old face. He had a scar across the left side of his cheek, another under his right eye, missing teeth and a heavy beard. His eyes steel blue. His gray hair long and greasy.
This whole place was gonna blow up in less than a minute. The first bomb to start was right in this fucking house. I had to do something. Anything. My eyes darted around, landing on a kitchen knife on the bar.
“Not gonna happen, fucker.” Dusty swooped down on Wrench, sending him flat on his ass on the porch. I grabbed the knife and bolted to the door. Wrench still had the gun in his hand, and just as Dusty was lunging at him again…
Bang.
“Dusty!” Terror shot through me as smoke trickled from Wrench’s gun and Dusty’s President patch turned red.
Wrench gave me a sickening grin as he pointed his piece at me. My eyes yawed between him and Dusty’s bleeding body on the porch.
The last piece of my sanity shattered. I kicked the gun off Wrench’s hand without bothering if it’d go off in my face. Then, screaming wildly, I burst and pinned the motherfucker down with my weight even though he was double my size. With all my force, I swung back the blade in my fists and stabbed the son of a bitch straight in the heart. Countless times.
Something grabbed at my foot, snapping me out of my spree. It took me a moment to register it was Dusty’s hand.
“The bomb,” I reminded myself in horror. Dropping the knife, I got off Wrench and dragged Dusty by the wrists down the porch steps…
Boom.
I swirled in the air, my arms flailing, heat searing my back. Then I hit the ground smashing my ribs.
Pain throbbed through every cell of my body, but I was glad I didn’t pass out. I tried to get up, immediately falling on my ass. “Dusty!” I yelled in succession, dragging myself around in the smoke.
The clubhouse burst in flames before my eyes, and I screamed at the top of my lungs, watching what I had done with my own hands.
My big fucking plan.
I had my revenge. I razed Rosewood to the ground. I killed them all. Every last one of the Night Skulls. The good and the bad. Even the one guy that sacrificed his own life for me. I killed Dusty.
“Ahhhh,” I wailed in unbearable pain, crying my eyes out. “Dusty!” My body gave and coiled up on the blazing ground, ready to fucking go to the hell I deserved.
CHAPTER 48
Cameron
“Princess!”