Motherfucker.
The guy had said the right thing to flip Nash’s switch, and he lunged at the guy who stood over him, punching him hard in the balls. I caught it out of the corner of my eye, and knew I had to also make a move because the guy with the gun to my head turned the gun and aimed it at Nash. If I didn’t do something, Nash would die.
As I lunged forward in the seat and wrapped my arms around his waist to try and push hi
m over, a gun sounded, and blood sprayed everywhere.
Jesus.
Who the fuck had been hit?
It all happened so quickly that I struggled to get my bearings, until I heard J’s voice boom, “Fuck you, motherfucker.” And then another gun shot before J’s hand reached out to mine, and he pulled me up. “You okay, brother?” he asked, looking me over.
He’d taken out both guys for us, and I surveyed the bloody mess on the floor. Looking up at him, I said, “Thanks, man. I was beginning to wonder how the fuck we were gonna get out of that.”
His eyes held mine, and he said gruffly, “You would have done the same for me.”
I nodded. “Yeah.”
He nodded back at me, and then slapped me on the back. “I think we’ve got everyone now. The boys are just doing a final sweep to make sure.”
“How many were there?” Nash asked as he stood.
“We took out two other guys.”
We walked back the way we’d come in, meeting the others along the way. “The house is clear. We got everyone,” one of Blade’s guys informed us.
“Okay, let’s get the hell out of here,” J said, and we all moved as fast as we could back to the vans.
As we drove towards the clubhouse, I hoped like fuck that Scott and his team were successful. Who knew where it would all lead if they weren’t.
* * *
“Fuck, where’s Scott?” Nash asked as he paced the clubhouse bar.
We’d been back for an hour with no word from Scott or Blade who was with him. Nash had been pacing for the last fifteen minutes, and I was beginning to get worried. I would have thought they’d be back by now.
“Nash, can you give it a rest?” J snapped, clearly agitated by Nash’s pacing.
They glared at each other, but Nash eventually sat.
My phone rang, and we all zeroed in on it. I checked the caller ID and frowned when I saw who it was.
“Harlow. What’s up?” I said as I answered it.
“Are you with Scott, Griff? I’ve sent him some texts and tried to call him a few times today, and he hasn’t answered any of them. It’s unlike him, and I’m getting worried.”
Fuck.
That was unlike Scott. Even when he was busy with shit, he always made a point to at least reply to a text from Harlow.
“I’m not with him, but as soon as I see him, I’ll let him know you’re looking for him. You good for now?”
“Yeah, I’m okay. Thanks, Griff,” she said as she hung up.
I turned to J and Nash. “We need to head over to where the delivery was taking place. I’ve got a bad feeling about this.”
They both nodded, and we rounded everyone up to come with us.