Heart Recaptured (Hades Hangmen, #2)(60)

“Get the f*ck down!” some brothers shouted, and I realized it was Tank and Bull, ordering everyone to take cover.

“MAE!” Styx shouted, stutter free.

I too only had one thought: Get to Lilah.

Screams and pained crying was coming from all around the yard. People were hurt. Fuck, maybe some were even dead. Pushing up on my arms, I saw Lilah and Mae huddled together on the ground, Lilah struggling to get them to their feet, her face stricken with fear. The fallen gate had blocked our path, the heavy metal wedged against the garage door, our bitches trapped underneath.

Styx’s hand grabbed my cut and he dragged me to my feet, my ears ringing due to the volume of the blast. We both cast a glance around the yard, seeing blood and people scattered all around the place like f*ckin’ confetti. Tank, Bull, Cowboy, AK, Smiler, and Viking were all getting up, holding their guns, uninjured except for cuts and bruises.

“Ky!” Lilah screamed and, when I looked to her, she was holding a limp Mae in her arms.

“No!” Styx roared and took off to where they were caged in.

“Move the gate, now!” I ordered to the brothers, and seeing Styx and me at the gate, they all ran over, gripping the metal, and we lifted as hard as we could.

“Ky, she is not moving!” Lilah cried, and I caught her rocking Mae in her arms. “Her head is bleeding!”

“I-i-is sh-sh-she br-br-breathing?” Styx managed to push out, and Lilah’s shocked eyes slammed to his.

“Lilah, baby, is she breathing?” I pushed gently as the gate began to lift off the ground.

Lilah bent down and a look of relief flashed across her face. “Yes. She is breathing.”

Styx exhaled beside me, and I looked to my brothers. “We need to get this the f*ck off them. Ready, one, two, three!” We all pushed the gate up, tilting it to the right.

“She’s moving!” Lilah yelled, and we froze. Mae’s hands were moving and a pained groan slipped from her lips.

“She was knocked out, man,” I told a panting Styx. “She must have got the blowback from the blast.” The brother was about to lose his shit if he didn’t get to his bitch soon.

“Again! Let’s move this hunk of shit!” I shouted out to the brothers and on a count of three, we managed to lift the gate until it almost was off the women.

The roar of an engine and the squeak of tires suddenly sounded, causing us all to snap our attention to the front of the compound.

“Incoming!” Hush shouted. I looked up to one of the lookouts, where Hush was keeping watch over the road, an AK-47 firmly held in his hands. “Truck, men in the back!”

“Bring the fire!” Bull ordered. “Take out as many of the f*ckers as you can!”

Hush lined up his rifle, raining bullets on the cunts, whoever they were.

With one last heave, we managed to tilt the gate enough for Beauty to crawl underneath to get to Lilah and Mae. Smiler followed. The brother may not say much, especially since his road brother Rider turned out to be rat, but he was ex-special forces like AK and could patch up cuts if need be.

A loud whistle cut through the sound of Hush’s fire and I knew it was Styx. “Get the brothers to their positions! I want these f*ckers to the boatman.” Styx signed and I boomed out his order, the brothers falling back to the garage to retrieve rifles and Uzis to then take their places.

Within seconds, a truck came into view. Several men jumped to their feet in the bed of the Ford F-150, pulled out rifles from underneath a tarp, and began to open fire.

A storm of bullets from the Hangmen pierced their truck. Hearing what sounded a f*ckin’ war cry from behind us, Flame came barreling outta the clubhouse, two M16s in his arms. The psycho f*cker ran toward the truck, no protection on his bare torso, covered only by his cut, his legs covered only by his jeans.

The truck swerved as Flame hit someone in the cab, shattering it’s windshield. It turned, skidding on the asphalt as it tried to speed away. Hearing a female screaming, I looked back to see Lilah crawling out from the gate with Smiler and Beauty rushing to the clubhouse with Mae. Lurching to my feet, I ran toward Lilah just as Tank shouted, “Take out the f*cker on the roof. They’ve got a sniper!”

Lilah froze, her attention focused on something over my shoulder. When I looked back, the sniper had taken aim straight at her. Like some f*cked-up war movie, everything seemed to slow as the cunt fired… right at Lilah.

Running as fast as I could, I dived at her, crushing us both to the ground, rolling to save her from the impact. Lilah gripped my cut, her face buried in my chest, and I held her tightly, praying the asshat from the sunroof had been killed.

I heard Flame thunder out a scream and then suddenly the firing stopped.

All I could hear was Lilah panting harshly against my skin and the murmur of voices and guns loading in the background.

I don’t know how long I lay there with my bitch in my arms, listening to my heartbeat thudding in my ear. Then someone shouted, “Clear!” I exhaled a huge sigh of relief and began searching Lilah for injuries, trying not to lose my shit at her constant whimpering. She was okay. Thank f*ck, or I’d be murdering mad.

Feet pounded near my head. “Ky! You down?”

Lifting up on my elbows, Lilah still curled into a ball at my side, I saw AK, Cowboy, and Hush standing above me. “Nah.”

“Is your bitch?” Hush asked.