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slamming his fist against the glass.

    I screamed as I shoved the transmission into reverse and gunned the engine, watching Joe lurch away from car as I peeled back out of the parking space.  

    Jackson, Connor, help me!

    It was the only thought in my head as I roared away, watching in my mirror as Joe ran for his car.

Chapter 7

    Jackson
    We were out the door like fucking lightning the second we heard the car spin out. I’d seen Abby’s silver Honda hauling down the road past the diner, but it was when we saw the red sports car go peeling after her that I think we put it together.  

    The fucker that’d hired us was after her.

    I thought about last night, and how I know both of us had decided right then that no one was going to touch this girl. And I sure as shit wasn’t about to let it happen now that she’d maybe be staying in our lives a little longer.

    Connor’s bike roared to life a millisecond before mine, and I gunned my engine to catch up with him as we went roaring out of town in the direction the sport car had gone after Abby. I was seeing fucking red, just imagining the piece of shit chasing her - the same piece of shit who’d hit her and then hired to guys to drag her back when she’d left him.

    No way was I going to let that man touch her again. No way Connor was either.

    The bike surged beneath me as we blasted down the highway after them.

    *****

    I saw the dust cloud billow up from over the next hill at the same time Connor did, judging from the roar I heard tear from his mouth over the sound of our bikes. I could feel the blood pounding like a hammer in my ear as we pushed our bikes to the absolute breaking point.

    If she’s hurt I’ll fuckin kill him with my bare hands.

    Fuck, I might kill him anyways if I caught the son of a bitch.

    We crested the hill and I felt my heart lurch in my chest.

    Abby’s car was on it’s side in the ditch at the side of the road about a quarter mile up the road, the wheels still spinning even with the engine off. The red sports car was pulled up behind it, and there, hauling her out of the wreck, was him .

    She was on her knees, his hand holding a fist of her shirt as he towered over her. I watched as he brought his other hand up before bringing it down across her face, and I could feel my entire body explode witnessing it. I could feel the white rage welling up like fire inside of me as my eyes narrowed to dangerous slits.

    Yeah, I was going to kill him.  

    The bikes weren’t even off before Connor and I both went diving off of them, crashing to the ground and rolling as we came up. A second man in a dark suit jumped from there red sports car with a gun in his hand, and I was aware of Connor roaring like a beast beside me as he unloaded the gun in his own hands. The man in the suit went punching backwards, blood exploding out where Connor’s bullets had nailed him as he dropped to the ground.

    The other man by Abby whirled, his hand still clutching her shirt as brought the gun from his belt up and leveled at us.

    “Stay back!” He growled, his pasty skin and his suit looking sweaty in the desert sun. He narrowed his eyes at us, baring his teeth as he pulled back the hammer of his gun. “Not another step or I’ll put one right between her eyes.”

    “It’s the last move you’d ever make, you fucking piece of shit,” Connor growled next to me.

    “Put em down, fellas!” The man sneered, and suddenly he had the gun trained on Abby. “Down or I swear to God-”

    “Alright!” I roared, feeling the blood pounding in my veins. “Alright, easy now.” I glanced at Connor and he nodded as we both dropped our guns to the ground.

    The man narrowed his eyes at us. “Don’t think I don’t know who you two lowlifes are. I hired you to do a job , assholes. You think getting fucking brunch was part of the deal?”

    Abby’s eyes jerked up to ours. “What’s he talking about?”

    “Shut up!” The man who I realized then was Joe DeMona