Train's Clash
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Afraid the men would hear, she bit back what she had been about to say and climbed into the back of Hammer’s SUV where Jonas threw her a searching look over his shoulder.
“It’s a go. Let’s bring our brother home,” Hammer gave the order.
Killyama watched as Train pulled out in the lead with Shade beside him. The other men in the unit followed on their motorcycles, traveling in pairs until the plan would change once they rescued Gavin. Then the men would switch to groups of four and split in different directions.
They had to let the men stop for gas twice. Hammer had planned every detail of the drive, and so far, everything had gone off without a hitch.
As they got closer to their destination, Killyama’s hand went to her gun holstered at her waist. Hammer and Jonas had made her go to the target range once a week when she had decided she wanted to work with them bounty hunting. She had never been so grateful for the enterprise they had instilled in her.
She calmed her breathing the way Hammer had taught her to when she heard Hammer tell everyone, “Lights off” as the Road Demons’ compound came into view.
Killyama held on to the hand rest when Hammer swerved right, braking the SUV to a standstill.
“Go, go.”
Killyama, with her night vision goggles on, jumped out of the SUV, pulling her gun out of its holster in the same motion. She didn’t hear the sound of bullets, but she knew Shade had hit his target.
“Lookout one, down. Lookout two, down. Breacher, up.”
Killyama moved from behind Hammer as he stormed the club, getting behind Jonas as they waited for Hammer to smash the door open with his favorite toy.
He rammed the door with his entry ram, smashing it open.
“Phase one, complete. Phase two, take over.”
She made sure she didn’t focus on the sound of the bullets filling the air, concentrating instead on Hammer’s voice coming from her headset.
Hugging the wall, they went past three rooms before turning a right into another hallway.
“Breacher, up.”
She made herself breathe steadily. They were getting close to Gavin.
As soon as Hammer breached the bedroom door, two men took guard to keep anyone who wasn’t on their team from entering. Then Hammer and Ghost went to the bedroom closet, where Ghost used a small torch that had the padlock dropping to the floor in a second.
“Phase three, complete.”
Shade went down the basement steps first, Hammer following with his MP5/10 held steady in his hand. Then Ghost went down, and then Train.
Killyama prayed for the next order.
“Retriever, up.”
She stayed behind Jonas as they made their way down the wooden steps, forcing back the bile at what she saw.
A dog would have been treated better than Gavin had been. He was filthy and stank in the dank room. He was a man who was so strung out he was trying to fight his way out of Shade’s and Train’s arms.
“Move away, Train, Shade. Let Killyama take him.” No emotion could be heard from Hammer. It wasn’t time for that. They needed Gavin calm until they could get him out.
The men let Gavin struggle away from them. He lost his balance and fell back down onto the bed they had lifted him from.
Killyama moved over to him, keeping her voice sweet and cajoling as she gently patted his face to keep his focus on her. “Come with me, Gavin. I have something to make you feel better.”
His wild-eyed stare switched from the men to her as she took his arm, helping him to place it over her shoulder. Lifting him, she then led him toward the steps.
“That’s right. Just a few more,” she cooed calmly as they took each step slowly.
He docilely followed her directions as Train and Shade led them out of the club.
Jonas was in front of them as they neared the hallway. They had to pass a door that had already been opened and cleared. However, as they passed it now, it swung fully open and a biker started shooting at them.
Killyama pushed Gavin into the wall, not releasing him as she pointed her gun at the biker, firing several shots into him.
As soon as he started falling to the ground, she was moving again, determined Gavin wasn’t going to die in this hellhole.
Once outside, she filled her lungs with fresh air as Train opened the SUV’s back door then ran to get on his bike where Shade was already starting his.
She shoved Gavin inside, jumping in and closing the door as a hail of bullets came down from the upper story of the clubhouse.
Hammer and Jonas got in just as quickly, Hammer yelling, “Phase four, complete! Hostage is secured. Fall out now! Go, go!” as he drove away from the clubhouse.
Killyama kept Gavin on the floor, lying on top of him as she listened to Train’s instructions on the headset.
“They’re coming from our back, Hammer. Ghost, you lead the way.”
Killyama turned to see Train slow to take Ghost’s position, watching as Train’s headlight moved to the rear window.
“Bank left!” Train ordered.
She jerked her head back down when she heard a bullet hit the back of the SUV.
“Son of a bitch hit my car,” Hammer growled into the headset.
“Bank right!” Train ordered.
“Take that southpaw out, or I will,” Hammer ordered when another bullet hit the left side of the SUV.
“Get ready to bank left … Now!”
At Train’s order, Killyama lifted her head again, despite Jonas telling her to stay down. She was unable to stop from watching, fearing Train would get shot trying to keep the three bikers from following.
When Hammer made the hard right, Train followed. His bike was so low he was riding the curve sideways. The hand that was controlling the bike had to be scraping the pavement as Train lifted his gun, hitting two of the three bikers and sending them speeding into a parked car on the street.
“Two down; one to go.”
“I hope the one that will be spitting glass out of his mouth in the ER was the southpaw,” Hammer groused.
“Bank left.”
This time, she held on as Hammer made a hard left, nearly screaming as she feared the SUV would flip over.
When Gavin’s own yell filled the car, Killyama tried to soothe him, murmuring softly to him and forgetting her headset was still on. Staring into his wild eyes with the night vision goggles now off, she tried to think of anything that would calm him.
“We have you, Gavin. You’re safe now.” She pushed back his greasy hair, telling him, “You know, you’re better looking than your brother Viper. I bet the women fought over you. Viper’s married and now has a baby girl since you were taken from him. He’s missed you every day. All of The Last Riders have. You just need to hang on a little longer until we can get you to a place where you’ll be safe. Can you do that for me?”
“Who … Who are you?” Gavin’s voice came out in a way that sounded like he didn’t know how to use it freely anymore.
“I’m Rae.”
“Take me back to my room. If they catch me, they’ll hurt you.”
“Sweetness, no one is stupid enough to mess with me. You’ll never go back to that room again—Viper will see to that. When he gets finished with the Road Demons, their club won’t even be standing.” She didn’t make the promise lightly. If Viper didn’t, she would.
She raised up slightly to reach for the baby wipes. Taking one, she used it wipe the dirt and grime off his face. “That feel better?”