Outlaw's Ride: An MC Romance by Carter Steele (books recommended by bts .txt) 📕

point of the spear, always going in first and doing the most damage. This time was different. The coup was personal for Billy Bones who felt that he was overlooked by his father picking his brother to lead the mafia instead of him, so he wanted his crew to be on the front lines of the attack. Patrick went with him to ensure the events unfolded exactly the way he wanted them to. That was all fine with us. Aside from our payday when all this was over we didn’t have any real dog in the fight. They wanted us on support and clean up no problem.

I waved Sarah over to us to get her out of harm’s way, but she couldn’t see us. I then tried shouting her name but the gunfire coming from inside was too loud.

“On our six,” Mac shouted tapping Dreamer on the shoulder.

Dreamer whirled and in a few quick bursts dropped three armed men who’d probably got called in from valet to help defend the house. They weren’t alone either. More guys came up from the tree line for support, and drunk, angry Italians began staggering out of the house. Everyone was firing and bullets peppered statues, water fountains and stone walkways.

I glanced back at Sarah and saw her huddled on the ground. She was caught in the crossfire and had nowhere to go.

Shit. I had to get to her before she caught a stray bullet.

“Buck, cover me!” I shouted.

“Cover you? Why—” he asked incredulously, turning to stop me. “Get back here you dumb fuck!”

He was too late. I had bolted toward Sarah before he could grab me. He unleashed a string of curses at my stupidity for charging into a firefight, then brought up his rifle and did his best to clear a path for me.

Curled up in the fetal position on the lawn with no cover whatsoever Sarah’s mouth hung agape with screams that would never come. All I could think during my mad dash was what an idiot I was. Was I trying to get killed? How the hell would I be able to help my brothers if I was gunned down doing something so damn reckless? I didn’t know this girl, and she flat out told me to stay away from her. I didn’t owe her a goddamned thing.

What the fuck was I doing trying to save her life then?

A thousand more excuses as to why this was fucking insane came to mind, but none of those thoughts slowed me down for a second. Sarah needed my help, and the devil take me, I was going to help her.

“I got you!” There was no optimism in my tone as I bent down and scooped her up. Now we were a slower and larger target and I could practically feel the wind coming off the bullets that flew past us.

Sarah looked up at me with wet, scared, but grateful eyes. But who has you? Those pretty brown eyes seemed to ask.

I tried desperately to push that question out of my head as I ran. I was now cut off from the rest of my MC and had to make a tough decision as to where to head next. I decided on east, where the dead valets had come from. The hope was that I might be able to hotwire a car for her to drive to safety then head back and help my brothers.

When I got to the fence that separated the estate from one of the driveways I looked back and realized that going back wouldn’t be an option. The other girls had fled from the storage room that Sarah had opened for us originally. My MC surrounded the girls and led them in the opposite direction back towards where we parked our bikes. The fighting outside was dying down but all it took was one lucky shot and there was a lot of open ground between me and the rest of my MC. I knew it wasn’t going to be feasible to reach them before they left.

“Sorry guys,” I grumbled under my breath. It felt like I was doing this kind of shit a lot lately. The only thing that gave me any kind of solace was that they looked like they were doing just fine in their retreat. That was of course thanks to all of Dunkin’s military training.

My ass was going to get reamed out for this little stunt when I caught up with them later.

“Are you alright?” I asked Sarah after I helped her over the fence.

Sarah was visibly shaking but managed a small nod. That would have to be enough for now. My head was on a swivel scanning for possible dangers, and for a way to get the fuck out of here.

The parking lot was some sort of service vehicle staging area. It had only stretch limos and stretch hummers. Neither was anything I was familiar driving, but fuck it. It looked like I was going to get a crash course from Figure-It-The-Fuck-Out University.

I looked around for a valet box with keys but couldn’t find one. There was shouting and gunfire getting closer so decided the hell with subtlety and grabbed a rock to bash one of the windshields in.

That was when I saw it.

A new black Harley cruiser safely nestled away behind all the vehicles. Now that I knew how to drive!

I grabbed Sarah by the arm and we both dashed toward the bike as a new set of headlights made its way up the path towards us. Don Accardo’s reinforcements, no doubt. We dipped low behind one of the limos until the car passed us. The car’s headlights cast long shadows on the drive up, and for a brief instant one of those was ours. They must’ve missed us otherwise we’d have been dead to rights.

Fuck that was close!

I looked at Sarah with war drums pounding in my chest where my heart beat should’ve been. She’d managed to close her mouth, killing the