Beretta (MC#1)

Chapter 9- Him

"You're one smart fucker, aren't you?", I'd said smacking Diesel on the back. And we'd followed Rose around town like creepy motherfuckers all day. Nothing. Absolutely nothing even remotely suspicious. Almost as if- as if she knew we were following her.

But that couldn't be possible. We'd been extra careful, taken the least amount of men we could and rented a white minivan. That should've worked in our favor because the hours I spent in that cage were fucking excruciating to say the least. And sniper hadn't brushed his teeth, since he slept at Julia's.

Hours later and we'd been spotted. We'd been spotted and exchanged fire with an identical van all the while the woman that some (Roadkill, mostly) considered a threat was driving right in front of us. She even got attacked by a black jeep. They didn't shoot at her. Which meant they needed her alive and weren't risking it.

She must be terrified; I'd thought firing and glancing at the car trying to ram her gigantic truck off-road. Tough luck with that one.

But her Uncle is in the underworld, I'd mused only moments later when she swerved out and slammed back with more force into the attacker sending him off-road and speeding up.

After that I lost sight of her, focusing on the threat at hand. Firing and ducking simultaneously while forming a semi-circle in front of the President as glass shattered and metal gave way to fire. The prospect driving had been a racer, came in handy as he drove in a zig zag to avoid most of the shots. We'd stashed extra ammo under the seats before moving out the clubhouse as a safety precaution, but it was running out fast.

Then came a turn at an intersection and the prospect took that chance. Shouted, "Brace for impact!", then stopped abruptly, jerking our necks painfully but It had worked.

The van following us hadn't expected us to stop of all things and lurched right into a huge ditch to avoid crashing. Don fired one bullet at the gas tank and up in flames they went. By that point we were driving towards Rose they had exploded to bloody ribbons.

Halting at the sight of her being held at gunpoint and injured in multiple places, I didn't even have time to think of the situation when Rose became the flash. So fast, she flew right at the man and within seconds we had a dead man on the ground killed with nothing but bare hands. Stunned into silence, no one dared say anything for fear of what more she could do. Was she even stable right now?

Diesel was the first to move towards her, Don inching towards him for protection.

"Rose, Can I approach?", He asked hand away from his self, steps slow almost as if trying to pet a wild lion. Or a lioness.

"Rose, It's me- it's Diesel. We met earlier today", No response, eyes unfocused and head slightly tilting in all direction. I quickly realized she'd been hit in the head. Hard, guessing from the destruction behind her. Her beautiful beast of a car now ruined and nothing more than a hug pile of metal.

"She's out, Prez. What do we do?", Sniper asked

"What? She's out? No, no keep her awake. She has a head injury", Prez turned around still on a call turned away from Rose laying in Sniper's arm. Even Don looks concerned for the woman he was cursing this morning.

This is our fault, after all. Those people came after her because she was priority enough for the club to tail her.

I puffed out a breath as paramedics swarmed the scene. Escorting Don, who'd taken a shot and carried rose towards a waiting ambulance.

"Diesel, Blaze. How nice to run into you here?", Ah, fuck no. Not him again. But indeed, it was him- Detective Lawrence, his overly large nose turned up at the sight of us, A fake smile on his pimpled face, hand wrapped up in a blue bandage from the last time we 'ran into each other'.