Rift.
Book one of the "Veterans" MC series.
Mason Ashford is a former marine, also known as Rift, his road name. He is a hard around the edges man. Involved in the VETERANS MC, he has a family that he wants to protect. He always jokes around, but un...
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Gunshots echoed throughout the whole building for about half an hour now. That was after the bastards that held us here left to ‘take care of business’. Anna Monroe had waited for them to leave, but snagged quietly the last one of them, slitting his throat as she took his knife from his left thigh, cutting free of her bindings and then ours.
I didn’t know what I was supposed to do. I was panicking and Anna saw right through my tough girl act as she pointed her costume designed ‘Deagle’ at the door, assessing the situation with her hearing. She knew she couldn’t step outside of the room. She was afraid that something might happen to us.
The three of us, Nova Levine, a 40 year old stunningly beautiful woman and mother of a ten year old boy, Cecilia St. James, a 32 year old crazy latina who also birthed a boy that is now five years old, and I, knew that Anna Monroe was a killer. Someone not to be messed with.
She has always been cold, and conversation with her was just frustrating because it felt more like you were talking to yourself instead of a person. But we all cared about her. She was the one that has helped all of us in this situation we had been in for almost six years, well six for Nova and Cecilia and two for me.
Sure Nova is a trained former Marine and Cecilia a nightstalker, but none of them were as skilled as the almighty Anna Monroe. And she wouldn’t let us take any risks anyway. She said the older women had kids to raise, and me, a 22 year old dumbass, couldn't even stand looking in her eyes and not piss my panties. Her words, not mine.
She was right though. She might have taught me how to defend myself, but even that has been hard to do over the past two years.
“We’ll be fine.” Anna grunted as she shook her head at me. Looking over at Nova who had both Ricko her son and Franco Cecilia’s son behind her, a semi automatic gun of some sort in her hands. “I know.” Nova whispered as she narrowed her eyes at the door. Cecilia walked slowly up to Anna, a shotgun in her hands and stood a foot behind her, nodding at Anna.
The gunshots had stopped abruptly a few minutes ago and Anna had tensed as she widened her stance, legs apart and firmly planted on the ground. Her gun raised once more as she waited.
