“We need to find them. Find out where all the little fuckers are hiding. We can’t risk getting distracted,” Micah said.
I didn’t miss the jab at me. I glared over at him.
I’d been known to bring men down to their knees with just a look. But Micah simply stared back at me.
“What’s up with you two?” Dominic asked.
I tensed, waiting for him to fucking tell Dominic about Ryleigh. I didn’t know how the man I’d come to think of as a brother would react to the news. Would he see it as a betrayal?
Or just a man obsessed? But Micah surprised me when he shook his head. “Nothing.”
Dominic didn’t look like he believed us, but he didn’t seem too concerned that there was something we weren’t telling him.
It just showed the level of trust he had in us.
I met Micah’s eyes and looked away.
Perhaps I should tell them about Ryleigh. Tell them I could ensure her loyalty to the club.
I could because not having her loyalty to me, to the club, was not an option.
I had already decided she was mine.
That should be enough.
I opened my mouth to say just that when something moved from the corner of my eyes, catching my attention.
Micah noticed, too, because he shoved me down on the ground, along with Dominic, and yelled, “Gun!”
Bullets flew on the ground around us before our men got out their guns out and shot blindly at the trees covering the bastards.
Micah got off us, and Dominic and I scowled at him before pulling out our weapons.
“We need to take cover and draw them out,” I shouted.
Both men nodded, and we found a metal slate from the wreckage big enough to cover the three of us.
Bullets continued to fly, and I was beginning to think those little fuckers wouldn’t come out when the first one made an appearance.
I didn’t recognize him.
Nothing on his clothes told me which gang he belonged to, which made it all the more frustrating. Was the Mansen Brotherhood the only gang we needed to keep an eye on? Or were there other up-and-coming cockroaches that had gotten too cocky?
More men came out after the first one, which turned into an all-out battle.
We took a step away from the slate and got closer to them.
“I want one alive!” Dominic shouted.
Micah covered me, and I ran directly toward one of the fuckers.
His eyes widened when he saw me coming, fear making him sloppy. He shot at me and missed.
After he fired a third missed bullet, I got close enough to tackle him to the ground, wrestling the gun away from him.
He looked at me with wide eyes as I pulled my arm back and punched him on the jawline, knocking him out cold.
I watched the fucker for a beat when a sharp sting cut through my bicep.