Page 75 of Caged
“I’ll meet you at the drop. And, I’m bringing Enzo.” Mikhail’s gruff voice comes through my cell loud enough Alexei glances at me from the passenger seat.
Great, more people.
“This is like the President’s motorcade.” I hate it.
“There’s almost half a billion[CJ1] dollars in diamonds in that van. It warrants the manpower,” he growls. “We have too much riding on this. Not only does this cripple Ivan’s power, it’s going to go a long way toward funding our arsenal so we can finally eradicate the Reapers.”
“I get it. See you soon.” I end the call. I don’t have the patience to argue with him. I know he has all of our best interests at heart.
It doesn’t change the fact my gut is sour about this.
“Two on our six, Niki,” Jax calls out through the radio from the van in front of me. He’s driving the goods while Alexei and I follow in my Hellcat.
Fuck.
“Who is it?” Checking out my rearview mirror, I catch a glimpse of black leathers as a biker on a racer streaks past me.
Another passes dressed in red, and they streak past Jax.
“Shit!” Jax yells, making Alexei jump in the seat next to me.
“Are they stopping us?” he asks, waving one of his pistols.
“Put that thing away,” I snap.
Alexei’s lower lip juts out, but he slides it back into his holster.
“Nikolai, are you seeing this?” Jax’s voice climbs in pitch as he slows down.
Veering, I get in the lane next to him.
Damn.
Ahead of us, a large group of heavy motorcycles turn into the road coming our way.
The two-speed bikes cut in front of Jax and turn broadside in the street. As if they’re choreographed, they pull out silenced weapons and start firing at the leather-vested group.
“Are those Reapers?” Alexei bounces up and down in his seat as I roll to a stop.
Jax stares at me through his side window while he parks next to me.
We’re in the back alleys of Vegas. How in the hell did they all find us?
The two helmeted riders back toward us, their guns firing in tandem at the growing horde of Reapers.
There are too many to count.
Some falter and fall off of their bikes, but most push forward, dodging behind their handlebars and returning the bullets that ping off of our cars.
“Okay, Alexei. It’s time.” We both spring out of our doors and start firing. Jax jumps to join us and the three men that were following in the car behind me leap out and add their firepower.
The oncoming crush of men slows, many peeling off into the side roads.
Shit, they might circle us.
Our two saviors continue to defend us, their covered heads swiveling as they work their way closer.
A swarm of enemies almost overtakes them, but the one in red grapples a man by the neck and flips him around, kicking another attacker during the move.