Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 68583 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 343(@200wpm)___ 274(@250wpm)___ 229(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68583 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 343(@200wpm)___ 274(@250wpm)___ 229(@300wpm)
Soft pops were filling the air right along with the dongs.
Pop. Dong. Pop. Pop. Dong. Pop. Pop. Pop. Dong.
“Someone’s shooting with a silencer,” Copper growled.
That’s when understanding dawned. “Holt!”
“Cutter’s got him,” he promised. “I heard him crying. He’s okay.”
The chiming of the bells abruptly stopped, but the soft pop, pop, pop didn’t.
Following every soft pop there was a kick of dust that rained down on us.
That’s when I remembered the concrete planters.
I’d chosen this specific location outside the courthouse because of the Black-Eyed Susans and Zinnias that were filling the concrete garden beds.
There was six feet of dirt and concrete between us and the shooter.
“Is everyone okay?” I cried out.
“The judge has been clipped,” came some man’s reply. I wasn’t sure who, since it sounded so damn tense. “SWAT is on their way. Police band is saying that it’s someone in an armored vehicle.”
“Thanks, Carter,” I heard Webber reply. “What are you doing here, anyway?”
“Saw y’all getting married, and kissin’, and all the phones come out, and I stopped to let y’all get the pictures without me and Boss in all the background shots.” He paused. “Thank God I did. I think he might’ve taken me out otherwise.”
I focused on something that wasn’t so important, which was the man I had no clue who it was.
“Um, who’s Boss?” I asked. “And what’s your name?”
I don’t know why I felt the need to know the man’s name, but he was stuck here with us and I wanted to make sure that I knew all the players.
“Garrett Carter, K-9 officer. Boss is my K-9 partner,” Garrett Carter answered. “Nice to meet you, ma’am. Congratulations.”
I had the insane urge to laugh.
I swallowed hard and said, “Thank God none of the other kids came.”
Since it was so last minute, and we hadn’t told anyone until a couple of hours before, all the kids had alternate places to be.
“I still technically count as a child,” Webber’s daughter, Eedie, said. “Seventeen’s still a child, right?”
“Correct,” Webber growled. “I shouldn’t have let you skip school.”
I loved Eedie.
She wasn’t around much since she lived with her mother, but when she was around, I could see the love that Webber had for his daughter.
I wasn’t sure of the dynamic between Webber and his ex-wife, Elizabeth, but it was bad enough that they still fought to this day about what was best for their daughter.
Then there was Eedie.
She was sweet, and so go with the flow that it was relieving.
I had a feeling if she wasn’t, she’d have some issues.
From what I’d heard from Webber and the guys, Elizabeth was a real shrew. This particular incident wasn’t going to go over well with her.
“Your mother is going to use this against me and never let you out of her sight again,” Webber grumbled, echoing my thoughts.
“Mom doesn’t even have to know,” Eedie pointed out.
“Dadadada,” Holt cried. “Dadada.”
There was some shifting as Cutter moved closer, and then another barrage of bullets and dust.
“Dadada,” Holt continued on.
Copper shifted off of me slightly, and then Holt was pulled into our arms.
I snuggled my baby tight, then pressed a kiss to Copper’s throat.
“SWAT is here,” I heard Garrett Carter say. “And a few more bikers just came out of nowhere according to the SWAT team. They disarmed him, but he ran and got into an armored vehicle.”
Said armored vehicle took off, and the BANG of metal hitting metal could be heard.
“He’s taking out all the police cruisers,” Garrett continued. “Shit, he’s taking those cruisers out like they’re made of Play-Doh.”
I glanced over to see a few of the guys now peeking over the top of the planter, trying to get a better view.
“Cakes and, holy fuckin’ shit. That’s Bodie!” Cutter supplied.
I’d heard all about Knight as well. He and his wife, Elaine, had moved overseas because Knight had been stationed in some faraway country for the last year.
They’d been dear to the club, and the club had missed them like crazy.
I couldn’t wait to meet them.
“Threat’s gone,” I heard Garrett say. “Though, not sayin’ he won’t circle back around. Hate to tell y’all but your bikes are toast.”
Copper got up and helped me to my feet, Holt firmly in his grasp.
I wiped the dust and dirt off of Holt’s body, then looked behind me to see where all the men and women were staring.
The bikes that we’d rode in on were totaled.
The armored vehicle had flattened them on his way out. That’d been the crunch of metal on metal that I’d heard.
My gaze went to the ground where all the bullets had hit, and my stomach soured.
“What the hell?” I asked.
“My sentiments exactly,” Keely murmured.
Dima, Keely’s husband, looked enraged.
He was holding his tongue, though, likely because of the cops that were so near.
Garrett had stayed with the downed judge, who looked to only have a flesh wound on his arm that hopefully wouldn’t cause him too much trouble.