Adrenaline Rush (Death Chasers MC 4)

Her eyes level mine. “Herrin knows your girlfriend is in town. Keep an eye on her, Rush. When he found out, they said he shot the messenger and every friend of said messenger, aside from one. And that’s only because I found out he existed before Herrin did, and I beat him to the kid. I sent him off with some money that will buy him and us some time, since Herrin will be seeking out that possible loose thread.”

I glance to the doors, idly noting Kara hasn’t come out yet.

Just as I start to go to them, they burst open, and Kara comes stalking out with wide, horrified eyes. “You’ll never believe what I just saw two people attempting to do. It was epic failure. Even the role-playing kidnapping group burst out laughing and soured their intensely dark erotic theme.”

I exhale harshly, and I turn my head back to find Sarah’s eyes twinkling in amusement. “I don’t see how she’s related to Herrin.”

“She used to be more relative. She’s a little out of practice,” I inform her.

“Sucks to have your job then,” Sarah says like she pities me.

“This is what I’ve been trying to explain, but Drex is a fucking idiot. You know that.”

“He’s not an idiot. He’s just a barbarian,” Sarah argues. “Barbarians are only good leaders if they’re paranoid. Eve’s helplessness has given him the fear he lacked, so he’s getting better. Just keep him reeled in, since Snake isn’t in the right headspace to do it.”

“You two haven’t dated or anything, have you?” Kara interjects.

I can’t help but smile. Mostly because she sounds jealous.

“No,” Sarah and I say in unison.

I try not to visibly shudder at the thought, because she may very well leave me with three incisions of varying height, width, and depth on my dick for that too.

Just as Kara starts to speak again, a telling series of pings rattle the building’s bulletproof exterior, and I hiss out a breath as I dive for Kara, ignoring the sting across my thigh.

Kara’s eyes are wide as she freezes, because she’s too fucking out of practice to react when bullets are fucking flying.

I dive on top of her, and I roll us under a car as the bullets rain harder, windows bursting all around.

“I think these are for me, but I could be wrong!” Sarah calls out from another car. “I pissed some people off earlier today, and not everyone knows who I am!”

“You need to send a fucking memo or some shit, because I’ll kill you myself if she dies because of you!” I shout back.

“Fair enough, but good luck with that. A great many man more skilled than you have tried and failed,” she says as she grins.

In the next instant, she rolls out from under the car, while I pull out my own gun and fire at the two I can from this angle.

“Who the hell is she?” Kara snaps.

“Someone I should probably be nicer to, but right now she’s pissing me off,” I bite out.

My bike is at the end, far away from the bullets, but too far to run while they’re raining. I hate waiting under the car like a bitch while Sarah cleans up the mess.

There’s an alarming amount of laughter, because Sarah does sometimes get giggly when killing things. More so lately than she used to.

“My bitch mother always said you can tell a person’s character just from their collection of friends. Never mind the fact that her friends were sucking dick for a fix in my bedroom floor,” I mumble more to Kara as Sarah makes a joyful squeal of delight around a series of screams and assault rifles.

“How far away are we from the nearest police presence?” Kara hisses.

“It’ll be over in a minute,” I assure her. “The police are staying out of all this shit. They don’t get paid enough to deal with crazy motherfuckers on this level. ATF is who you should be concerned with, because it’s just a matter of time before they quit letting this go on.”

“This sort of thing happen often these days? Because I don’t remember this level of fucking open warfare!” she hisses.

“Yeah, well, shit escalates quickly around here right now. Too much shit at one time,” I grind out.

It goes so silent so abruptly that I’m worried I’ve somehow gone deaf. If not for Kara’s quiet pants, I’d be positive that’s what’s wrong.

“Is she alive?” Kara whispers as she darts a worried glance up at me, just as I look down.

I hear the whistling in the distance to the peppy tune of I Feel Pretty.

“Fucking crazy bitch,” I mutter as I finally start moving away from the car we’ve been halfway tucked under.

Kara’s eyes are covered, and I frown when I look down at her.

“What are you doing?”

“I don’t want to see dead bodies if I can help it. I’m really out of practice, and this shit is seriously out of control. You can’t just drop a girl into a boiling pot of Halo water when she’s been out in the cold for so long.”