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NATALIE

"Arrgh!"I'm literally growling. I might just be Sandra's big sister, but right now I'm ready to go freaking mama bear on Crusher. "Let her go!"

"Or what?" He sounds completely unconcerned, his gap filled grin wide. "She fucking chose to come here. Even if I let go, she'll stay. I just like feeling her under my hands." Then he looks at the guys flanking me. "You boys know exactly what I mean, dontcha?"

"Take me instead. This isn't right."

"I already fucking had you, sold you, and you know what? You're way too much fucking trouble. Why the fuck should I take you back when I know those assholes are gonna come gunning? I like Sandra much better. She fucking understands what I want."

"Crusher," comes Quickshot's deathly cold voice, the one that sends shivers down my back and not in a good way. I stop struggling, not wanting to distract him, because I don't know what he's about to do. "I'll give you exactly five seconds to let go of her." No need for more of a threat than that.

Cain is the one to hold up his hands to break in. "Everyone, shut the fuck up. You too, Crusher. You fuckers have seen the girl is safe, and it's her choice to be here. I advise that you take your whole fucking circus, pack it up and get it the fuck out of here before we decide to take issue. It won't turn out well for you."

"The fuck? Are you going to—"

Eagle-eye holds up a hand, cutting off Animal mid-sentence. "Cain. I thought you were fucking smarter than this. You wanted a seat at the big boy table? I was fucking ready to give you one, but don’t fuck with us."

Cain laughs, and I don't like it. A moment ago, he seemed a little unsure, but now he’s getting more confident, and that can't possibly be a good thing for us. "It's a good thing we won't have to then."

"What the fuck is that supposed to mean?" King looks around suspiciously. Meanwhile, the Eagles are spreading out, taking positions. The Unwanted are too, their guys getting behind cover where they can, or pulling into the buildings.

Quickshot starts dragging me towards one of the outbuildings. "I'm getting her into cover."

"Coming." Badass and Animal follow, making sure to keep themselves between me and the Unwanted.

I struggle again. "But wait, what about Sandra?"

"They brought her inside. Something's about to go down. We'll deal with her once you're out of the open."

I don't have a chance against his strength.

We're really exposed out here, I realize, especially as the Unwanted seem to be hunkering down. Oh God, is this turning into a shootout? They can't be that crazy, can they? Or the Unwanted that stupid? The Eagles outnumber them at least two to one.

It takes a moment before I become aware of the rumble of engines. Many engines. More bikers? Or something else?

Quickshot throws me forwards towards the lawn behind the outbuilding. I scream and put my hands out to catch myself. The grass is soft, luckily, and before I have a chance to gather myself, he's on top of me and rolling me with him. A moment later, a gunshot cracks, and I scream again.

Quickshot drags me right up against the wall. "Stay fucking close, no matter what you do. Shit's going down."

"We should never have fucking brought her," growls Animal as he puts himself right at the corner of the building. He's got not just one, but two guns out, one in each hand. He glances around the corner quickly, then pulls his head back just as fast.

"At least here we have fucking control over her," snaps Badass. “Otherwise, she'd be fucking out there, charging in alone to rescue Sandra somehow. "I don't fucking like this."

"Of course we don't fucking like it," I scream. "People are shooting at us!"

The engines are getting louder, turning into a constant rumble, followed by the squeal of tires. What's happening?

A black SUV comes charging in through the gate, smashing straight through a row of motorcycles with a crash that makes my ears hurt. Parts and whole bikes scatter around them.

"Motherfucker!" yells Animal.

Those belonged to the Eagles. It makes me sick to think that people I know might be hurt or dying right now. Then three more SUVs follow, and as they spread out in the courtyard, they mow down more bikes I thought the sound of nails on chalkboard was bad, but motorcycles getting dragged along the asphalt is ten times worse. I throw my hands to my ears and huddle up.

When the scraping sounds stop, the SUVs are parked in a square formation so they form shields for whoever's inside. And then there's more gunfire, automatic this time. The building we're hiding behind is made of brick, and as Animal and Badass pull back, chunks of it spray past us as bullets dig into it.

"It's the goddamn Mafia," shouts Animal. "I'm going to kill every motherfucking one of them.