Stolen: Hell's Overlords MC

by Zoey Parker

  I gunned my engine, pulling ahead of the rest of the pack. Everyone sped up to keep up with me. I was pushing the old Roadster as hard as I could, and probably harder than I should have been, but if I had to sacrifice her to finish this job, so be it. It was worth it to me. Sasha was worth it to me. Getting Fang out of the picture was worth it.

  Finally, as night began to take the highway, I spotted taillights up ahead. The trees lining the interstate on either side were fading into the darkness. The only thing I could see was the patch of highway passing underneath our bikes through our headlights. And the taillights in the distance, threatening to get away from us.

  We were riding so close to each other that the glow from our headlights allowed us to see each other just fine. I signaled to Dante to speed up ahead and check out the car. He nodded and dipped out of the pack. He killed his headlights so they wouldn’t see him approaching. He disappeared into the night up ahead as he gunned it to catch up with the car the rest of us were beginning to approach.

  My nerves began to ball up in knots deep in my gut. I wasn’t planning on getting into a gunfight in the middle of the night. I figured that at least the highway was pretty deserted other than the few of us and the other car. If that did turn out to be Fang, the lack of traffic would make handling him a breeze. Still, it didn’t feel right. I felt like so much could go wrong shooting at each other blindly in the dark.

  Dante cut his lights back on as we caught up with him and gave me a thumbs up. It was Fang. I nodded at him and killed my headlights. The rest of my brothers followed suit. Suddenly, we were immersed in darkness. Luckily, the moon was full, and bright enough that we could sort of make each other.

  Without our headlights on, the night around us became much brighter. We could see more details of the road and the surrounding woods. Fang’s car up ahead was a beacon glowing in the night, calling us to it. I took a deep breath.

  As far as I could tell, Fang and his men only numbered three. We were riding up on him six deep. We outnumbered them enough to hopefully keep our losses minimal, or better yet, nonexistent. We’d lost enough men already for one day. I wasn’t looking forward to risking more lives.

  We picked up the pace again, and I signaled to the rest of the guys to hang back behind the car as I rode up close beside it to make sure it was, in fact, Fang’s sedan. I couldn’t get a good look inside. I couldn’t tell where Sasha was sitting.

  I backed off, not ready to risk taking a shot at the car and hitting the one person I didn’t want to kill.

  Dante gestured back at the car but I shook my head and pointed at my eyes. Man, we were on same damn page. That was why he was my second-in-command. He knew exactly what I was thinking.

  He pointed at the back passenger side, and I knew he was telling me Sasha was on that side. I didn’t know how he could have known that, but I trusted his judgment. He knew better than to try to screw me over, especially when it came to her.

  I looked back at the car and started to pull up beside it again. I was honestly surprised they hadn’t tried anything. With six motorcycles right on their ass, it was amazing they hadn’t heard us and realized we were there.

  I didn’t see who shot first, but a couple of shots rang out in rapid succession. Shots were fired at the car, and shots were fired from the car.

  Motorcycle headlights came on. There was no need to try to hide in the darkness, and we had every reason to let them know how many of us there were. The car jerked one way and then the other. I had to jerk my bike to keep from getting hit as the sedan swerved back and forth across the lanes.

  A shot rang out from my left side as one of my men pulled up beside and fired at the back driver side window. The glass exploded and rained down in sparkling shards all over the road. I saw into the car and watched as Sasha ducked to keep from getting struck by glass or bullets.

  Dante had been right, and whoever it was who’d pulled up beside me to shoot out the window was an awesome shot. He took out one of the men who had apparently helped Fang kidnap Sasha. It still didn’t make any damn sense to try to kidnap someone who already worked for him, but that was him, not us.

  I backed off so I could look inside the car as it pulled ahead of me. Fang was behind the wheel. I laughed to myself and finally drew my weapon. I had my target, but the front passenger had his target, too, and I was forced to back off again as he opened fire on us. He struck my brother on the left, sending him and his motorcycle crashing into the median.

  I signaled to Dante and the others that Sasha was down in the back, and a few shots rang out, shattering the back window. The car swerved again.

  I sighed. This wasn’t getting the job done. I shot at the driver side window, blowing it out. Fang jerked the wheel again, and I was sure the car was about to lose control for good when it righted itself again and kept going straight.

  This asshole’s determined, I thought to myself.

  Finally, sick of playing games, I took aim at the front driver side tire. I held my gun in place for a moment, keeping it trained on the tire. I knew what I risked by shooting out the front tire. Fang was certain to lose control of the car, and I was going to put Sasha in a lot of danger by taking that shot, but the longer we kept up this little cat and mouse shit, the more danger we put her in anyway. If things kept going the way they were, it wouldn’t be long before she took a stray bullet anyway.

  “I’m sorry,” I said aloud, and I pulled the trigger.

  The tire exploded, and the car jerked violently to one side. Suddenly, it was flipping, rolling on its side towards the shoulder of the interstate.

  We slowed down, and I checked behind us to make sure no one was coming. A pair of headlights passed on the other side of the median, but they didn’t slow down to observe what was happening on our side of the highway.

  I slid my gun back under my belt as we pulled up to the wreckage. It didn’t look like anyone could walk away from it. Steam came from underneath it. Well, the underside was facing us, as the sedan finally came to a rest on its side on the shoulder of the interstate, between the blacktop and the tree line.

  I held out a hand to keep everyone back at first as we pulled over onto the side of the road. I killed my engine and listened as the others behind me did the same. I climbed off my tired old bike with my hand on my gun. Suddenly, putting it aside seemed a little premature. I wasn’t sure if anyone was going to spring out of the car and start shooting, or if we’d effectively eliminated the threat.

  Gun shots rang out from the car. We couldn’t see the shooter, but they were taking aim at us as Dante and I approached.

  We ducked and stepped back. Bullets hit the pavement around us and zinged past our heads. Whoever was shooting wasn’t a good aim. Knowing Fang and his mean, that was a pretty good indication the shooter was injured, meaning my shot in the tire had definitely given us the upper hand.

  I tilted my head back to the bikes, and Dante nodded. We rushed back over to the bikes, where the rest of the guys were waiting with their headlights off. Fang and his last remaining goon weren’t likely to see us in the dark while we regrouped. We weren’t even sure if both of them survived the wreckage of the car.

  “Did you get a look at who was shooting?” I asked Dante.

  “Nope. I couldn’t even see where they were shooting from,” he told me.

  “You don’t think it’s possible someone else could have shown up, do you?”

  “What, like backup?” He shook his head. “We would have heard them or would have seen them if they had.”

  “Maybe,” I said. “But he didn’t seem to hear or see us.”

  “Yeah, but look around. It’s just us and whoever is left in the car,” he said.

  “Good point.”

  Our brothers stood with their guns ready, awaiting orders. Everyone knew how important this mission was, so no one really seemed to be in a hurry to rush over and just start shooting. They wanted to make sure they were doing the right thing and not putting Sasha in any more danger
than she was already in.

  It felt good to know that when things were really looking bleak, I still had so many men at my back. We were a family. These days, we were a rather large family, and it was probably time to open up a second chapter within the same city or start shipping guys out to other chapters.

  We were practically an army, which was appropriate, I thought, since it felt like we were at war with Fang and his goons. We were about to end that war, though, right there on the side of the interstate.

  Chapter 23

  Sasha

  Gunshots rang out again as the car lay on its side. I flinched, unsure of where the shooters were or who was even shooting. I tried to pull myself together into a ball underneath the body that had fallen on me. I was beginning to grow claustrophobic underneath him, but I realized he provided cover.

  If Fang was one of the men shooting, I figured he would have ignored me if he thought I was dead or if he didn’t see me hiding underneath the man in black from the back seat. I put my bound hands against his against his back and held him above me, creating a pocket of air where I could breathe.

  I wanted to call out for help, but I didn’t want to draw attention to myself while Fang and the other guy might have still been in the car. I sat and controlled my breathing, keeping it slow and quiet, trying to calm my body.

  Adrenaline rushed through me, but it was really unnecessary. I was not about to hop up and try to run anywhere. I wasn’t about to try to fight my way out of the car. I was fine right where I was for the time being. If working for Fang had taught me anything, I knew that sometimes it was just better to sit and wait things out. Sometimes situations really did handle themselves.

  I listened as Fang cursed and called for his men.

  “This fucking glass,” he shouted. “Did you see anybody?” he asked the other guy in the car.

  “No, sir, not until they were shooting at us,” the goon answered.

  “How the fuck did they sneak up on us?” Fang yelled.

  “I don’t know. It looked like they didn’t have their lights on,” the guy said.

  “Hey, are you okay back there?” The body shifted above me as Fang checked to see if he was alright. He wasn’t. I could have told Fang that, but I was trying to hide.

  “I think it’s just us, boss,” the other guy said again.

  “Where’s Sasha? Did she get thrown out of the car?”

  Their conversation sounded so normal and casual against the silence of the night outside. The gunshots had ceased. Everything had come to a complete stop. It was as if the Overlords who had ambushed us had left us here on the side of the road, convinced we were dead. I wasn’t okay with that. I wanted to be rescued. I wanted to be reunited with Cole so I could apologize for everything and start trying to make things right between us.

  “No, sir, I think she’s still inside,” the other guy said. I could feel the front passenger seat moving against my back. A light came on, probably the flashlight app on one of their phones.

  I closed my eyes and held my breath as the bright white light filled the car. I figured if I held very still underneath the dead man lying above me, they wouldn’t see me.

  “I see you,” Fang said, laughing dryly. “Sasha,” he called me.

  I kept my eyes closed and sat as still as I could. If he did see me, maybe I could convince him I was dead. He wasn’t buying it.

  “Sasha, look at me,” he said. His tone told me he wasn’t going to give me the opportunity to be dead. Even if he had been calling out to my corpse, I probably would have answered his commanding tone.

  I looked up from underneath the body.

  It looked like Fang’s goon was holding the phone so Fang could see me. Fang reached down and slid the other guy off of me so he could see me plainly. I didn’t stand a chance now. I had nowhere to go, and Fang knew I was mostly okay.

  “I’m coming back for you,” he croaked. “Don’t go anywhere, Sasha. We still have business to finish. Remember, this is your fault. If you hadn’t slept with Cole and betrayed me, none of this would have happened. All the blood that has been shed today is on you.”

  I tried not to laugh, because the only response I could think of was to say that some of it really was on me. At least my sense of humor was still intact. If nothing else, that was enough to let me know I was okay.

  “I figured you’d have something smart to say for yourself,” Fang continued. “I’m even more disappointed in you now, Sasha.”

  I heard his seatbelt unbuckle as he started to climb out of the car.

  “Come on,” he called back to his passenger.

  “What about the girl?” he asked as he unbuckled and climbed up behind Fang.

  “We’ll come back to get her. She’s not going anywhere,” he called from outside.

  With both men gone, the light was gone, too. Soon, my eyes adjusted to the moonlight spilling into the car from the open windows facing the sky. I could see enough to see the seats riddled with glass that sparkled in the moonlight. The scene was eerily calm and beautiful. Without the weight of the dead man bearing down on me, I was able to finally catch my breath.

  I still couldn’t do much about moving around. With my wrists tied, it was surprisingly hard to grab ahold of anything and use my upper body strength to pull myself up. My ankles being bound made it difficult to stand. I was in trouble if I couldn’t get out of the car before Fang came back, but if they weren’t alone outside, I figured I had a little more time to figure out how to make my body work for me in my current condition.

  Then it hit me. I could use the glass. There were shards of glass all over the car. If I could just get one and run it across the rope and tape around my wrists, I could cut myself free, as long as I didn’t cut myself too terribly in the process.

  Alas, that was easier said than done. I couldn’t seem to find a piece large enough for me to hold it right. I kept dropping them at my feet. Luckily, I still had shoes on. I could hear the glass crunching beneath me with every step.

  “Come on,” I said to the empty car. “There’s got to be something I can use.” I looked around frantically, trying to find something I could use to scrape my ropes and tape so that I could free myself, but all the glass was small, and in my panic, my eyes were losing sight of the details. It was as if the car was growing darker, as if the light was fading from the moon.

  I groaned and slumped against the back of the passenger seat. At least if someone was out there, I had a chance of getting rescued since I’d been unable to do it myself.

  Suddenly, the silent night was split open by more gunfire. I ducked, even though my chances of getting shot seemed significantly lower now. I moved so that I was against the backseat instead of in front of the back window. I looked out the window, but the frame around it had been crushed, and I could barely fit my hand out, much less the rest of me.

  Something hit the roof of the car, and I could hear someone yelling.

  Gunshots starting ringing out pretty steadily. Honestly, it felt like a hopeful sound. The sound of guns meant that Cole and his Overlords were still out there, and they were coming for me. I couldn’t imagine Cole leaving without me, or without at least checking to make sure if I was alright.

  “Cole!” I called out, sure I couldn’t be heard over the gunshots, but I wasn’t about to stop. I called for him a few more times.

  I slumped back down against the backseat and waited as the gunfire seemed to get closer and completely encircle the car. While I listened and waited, my mind wandered.

  What had Fang and his other goon been up to while it had been so silent outside? Surely, they had been doing something. Had they simply been working out a plan of action? Had Fang called for backup?

  I didn’t know much about the cabin hideout. I didn’t know if he had people in the area he could call for backup or if all of his goons were back in the city. I didn’t know if it was really just a cabin or a compound that he just referred to as a cabin. I really hoped it was the former. I wasn’t su
re how close we were, but we felt a lot closer to the cabin than we did to the city. If he had people coming down from the cabin, Cole and I were in big trouble.

  “Cole,” I shouted again, straining my voice against the night.

  “Shut her up,” I heard Fang yell at his goon.

  “Want me to shoot her, boss?” he asked.

  “I don’t care what you do, just shut her up,” Fang answered. “You know what? Fuck it. Shoot her if you have to. We’re going to do that when we get up to the cabin anyway. Might as well handle it now.”

  My heart stopped. If Cole or one of his Overlords didn’t show up, and fast, I was a goner. This was it.