Crash and Burn (Back Down Devil MC #2)(4)

Gaige stood up and before Landon could make a move, a gun came out of the window and started to go off. They were quick shots, aimed, but only hitting parked cars. The SUV then peeled away from the parking lot. It was a message to Back Down Devil.

Landon ran to his motorcycle with Gaige and Shay behind him.

“I’m riding this,” Landon called out. “Nobody is going to f*cking shoot at us. Not after everything that’s happened…”

“Christ, use your head,” Shay yelled.

“I am,” Landon said.

He climbed on his motorcycle and started it. Landon led the way through the parking lot, the thundering calls of the motorcycles trailing off with an echo. Inside Landon’s mind it was a mess of thoughts. Everything from the MC to the bomb that went off and almost took Erik’s life… right down to the woman who dumped a motorcycle outside the parking lot when the bomb went off. Landon tried to help her, but she disappeared. The club had a notion that she had something to do with the bombing, but Landon didn’t believe it. What the hell was the point of believing in anything at this point?

The three motorcycles cut out into the main street and sped along.

Shay and Gaige got on each side of Landon and boxed him in. Gaige waved and motioned to head back to the clubhouse. Landon hated to admit any kind of defeat, but he forced himself to give a thumbs up. He wanted a cold beer and a woman to f*ck all night.

All of a sudden, within a mile of leaving the hospital, the black SUV made a return. It ran a stop sign and came deadly close to crashing into Gaige. The three of them managed to get out of the way and nobody dropped their motorcycles. The SUV fishtailed and soon gunshots rang out.

“Fucking bullshit,” Landon cried out.

He slammed on his brakes. His motorcycle screeched as it came to a stop. He pulled out his handgun and turned, shooting at the SUV. It swerved and went up on a curb, then cut back into the street and passed by the three motorcycles. Landon started moving again, catching up to Shay and Gaige as they stayed right behind the SUV. When Landon got close enough, he started to shoot again. The back window of the SUV exploded and the vehicle swerved.

Landon emptied his clip and Gaige and Shay drew their weapons, ready to keep shooting. Before they could take a shot at the SUV, it cut to the right. It misjudged a turn and hit a pole, sending the vehicle spinning. The motorcycles continued and sped around the SUV and then one by one they turned. Landon hurried to put in a fresh clip of bullets and all three had their guns drawn on the vehicle.

“What’s the plan?” Shay asked.

“Are you asking me?” Gaige called out.

“I don’t care,” Shay said.

“Let them make the first move,” Landon said. “Someone is shot. I can tell by the way they were driving.”

“Okay,” Shay said. “We wait this out.”

The brake lights were on and the guys waited. Landon’s heart raced and he wanted nothing more than to have himself a nice bloodbath right here in the middle of the f*cking street. His mind had been a mess lately and even messing around with women didn’t seem to help it anymore. That left riding and violence.

The passenger door opened to the SUV. A set of hands appeared.

“They’re coming now, “ Gaige said.

“This is a f*cking trap,” Landon said. “I can smell it.”

“Let’s light them up then,” Shay said.

His appetite for violence was always eager.

“Just wait,” Gaige said. “Something is off about this. This isn’t a regular crew. This isn’t experience here.”

The hands out of the SUV were suddenly a body. The person made it only three steps before falling to his face and then he tried scrambling to his feet.

“What the f*ck is this?” Landon asked.

“Shay, pop him in the ass,” Gaige said.

“Aye,” Shay said as he shut one eye.

A deadeye marksman, Shay sent a bullet into the guy’s body. The guy hit the ground screaming.

“Christ,” Landon said. “That’s going to attract attention.”

The three men ran to the SUV with their guns up. Gaige unloaded on the remaining windows intact and with a quick check, the vehicle was rendered empty, minus the driver slumped over the steering wheel, missing most of his head.

Landon stood over the living man. He was young. “Who the f*ck are you?”

“Help!” the young man cried out. “They’re hurting me!”

“Shut him up,” Shay said. “Good Christ, brother.”

“Tell me who you are,” Landon said.

The man screamed again.

“Holy f*ck,” Gaige said. “Shut him up.”

Before Landon could open his mouth again Shay stepped forward and shot the guy right between his eyes.

“Bullseye, motherf*cker,” Shay said and laughed.

Landon looked at Shay. “That’s one way to shut him up.”

“No choice, brother,” Shay said. “We don’t need anymore activity around here.”

“He’s right,” Gaige said.

“Well, now we have to check him,” Landon said.

Landon tucked his gun away and crouched down. He pulled out a knife and cut the guy’s shirt open. Gaige crouched too and helped to tear the shirt off the guy. Shay stood with his gun up and protected the scene while Landon looked at the body along with Gaige.