“That’s wealthy coming from you.”

“I’ve owned as much as all the pieces. I need Ivy, however I can’t have her, and I refuse to harm both of you to get what I need. How rather more fucking selfless would you like me to be?”

Grey laughs. “I knew it was gonna be an issue. I simply fucking knew it.”

I do know what he thinks, however the issue is totally in his head. If Ivy was my girl, there isn’t a goddamn factor that anyone on this Earth might do to make her depart me. I’d battle soiled as hell, with all the pieces I’ve to maintain her, to verify she knew precisely the place she belongs. “It’s solely an issue since you’re making it an issue.”

“Straightforward so that you can say. You’ve by no means been the third wheel between a twosome such as you and Ivy. It’s such as you neglect that anybody else exists if you’re collectively. I really thought she’d neglect about you in your absence, however I used to be flawed. Take her. Significantly. I can’t be with a girl who has one other man on her thoughts.”

“Man, I can’t do this to you. You’re my brother, dickhead. We’ve been via an excessive amount of shit collectively for me to only take your woman like that. I’m not about to lose our friendship over this crap.”

“Ivy’s not crap.”

“You bought that proper.”

Silence falls round us once more. There’s no fucking level attempting to fake the reality isn’t the reality. Grey retains his eyes on the highway, his darkish eyes darting to every of the three mirrors each few seconds. He’s diligent, and I understand that in my absence he’s grow to be a succesful biker and an asset to the MC. Not that I ever had any doubt, however it’s simply one thing I discover.

Even because the thought crosses my thoughts, I hear a well-known sound. I’ve heard it dozens of occasions throughout my time in Angel Harbor. “You hear that?”

Grey frowns and appears at me earlier than checking every mirror. “What?”

“Bikes. A number of of them,” I say simply because the sight of them fills the facet mirrors. Grey sees them, too, and punches the horn to alert the blokes on lookout. Slayer and Saint heed the warning, dashing up in order that they have time to organize for the ambush.

My hand is on my piece as Grey punches it, the van shifting a hell of rather a lot faster with out the bikes weighing it down. We put a long way between us earlier than they strike.

Bullets slam in opposition to the van arduous and quick, a barrage of lead that we duck and dodge. Grey retains the van on the highway whereas I shoot out the window, clipping one biker in a well-known leather-based kutte as I dodge two extra weapons aimed in my route. “Fuck, that was shut!”

“No shit,” Grey shouts over the gunshots nonetheless following us on the freeway. “That is your doing.”

“I’m not the fucker capturing at you, so fuck, no, it’s not me!” I yell at him shortly earlier than turning my consideration again to the opposite bikers who’re gaining on us once more. Two bikes lay on their sides forward of us, Slayer and Saint doing their half.

“In your proper,” Grey calls out as I depart the passenger seat to open the sliding door on the facet.

“Thanks,” I shout and slide the door open, aiming at point-blank vary earlier than I pull the set off. Blood and brains hit my face at fifty miles an hour, and just like the fucked-up asshole I’m, I smile. “Acquired ’em.”

“Fuck!” Grey cries out, and I look over my shoulder simply as he jerks to the best and grips his shoulder.

“Grey!”

“I’m hit,” he grunts. “My shoulder!”

“Shit. Fuck.” I slam the sliding door and go to Grey. “Cling on.”

The van is slowing down as his foot slips off the gasoline, the ache beginning to overwhelm him. “I’m tremendous,” he grunts and shoves me away. “Simply take the fucking wheel.”

I roll my eyes because the van slows even additional, pulling him towards the passenger seat and aiming my gun at one other bike that’s approaching quick.

“Cling on, man.” The biker is coming quick, and I line up my shot, ignoring how the van veers to the left. “Three. Two. One,” I depend and pull the set off a second earlier than the bike slides proper beside us. His head jerks, and the bike swerves earlier than tipping over.

“Good shot,” Grey grunts and helps me settle him within the passenger seat. I take away my kutte after which my t-shirt, balling it up and holding it in opposition to his left shoulder to gradual the bleeding.

“Thanks. We gotta get you to the ranch.” Shit. Fuck. I can’t let something occur to Grey, not on my watch. Ivy would by no means fucking forgive me.

“You apprehensive about me, Stone?”

I smile, risking a look over at him. “Yeah, asshole, I’m. Simply since you’re a dickhead doesn’t imply I need you lifeless.” I apply extra stress to the wound and slam on the gasoline, passing Saint and Slayer in my rush to get Grey medical consideration.

Too many fucking minutes later, we’re on the ranch and speeding right into a small constructing on the property, the place Nova is prepared for us.

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