Free Temperance: Biker Romance (The Davis Chapter Book 2) by Davida Lynn Page A

and Bandit nodded. “I see ‘em. Let Stache and Trask handle them.”

    A shot ring out, and a feint flash of white appeared at the windshield. The shot was true, dead center of the driver’s side. The Land Rover didn’t lose any speed, though. It made a very lazy turn off to my right. The Rover moved from the pea gravel to the golf-quality grass. A gun appeared from the passenger side, and I ducked.

    Bandit cut the wheel hard, sliding the back end around just as the guards passed us. The rear of our car contacted the Rover, the shock throwing me against the door. The sounds of glass and metal giving up surrounded us. Gunshots rang out. I kept my head down, and Bandit kept his foot on the throttle. The lights grew above me, and I knew we were under the columns at the front entrance to the large house.

    As he slammed on the brakes, we hit something. The object rolled up the windshield. I had an idea of what it was, but I didn’t want to think about that. The car came to a halt, and when I looked up, the front door was directly to my right. Bandit couldn’t have parked it better if he tried.

    He threw the door open, but grabbed onto my hand when I reached for mine. “Wait. Let me clear this entryway first.” Then he was outside. I stayed low, hearing deep engines and gunshots behind me. My mouth was beyond dry, preventing me from fully swallowing. I couldn’t blink for fear of missing something. I stared into the mirror on the driver’s side. Guards were coming forward, machine guns up and flashing out.

    The car lurched to the side as a body flew against it; then another. I spun around to see Bandit shoved against his car, large hands around his neck. I screamed.  

    The guard had fire in his eyes as he stared Bandit down. I tried to push the door open and help him, but his weight kept it closed. Bandit threw a hard punch into the guard’s stomach, but the hands didn’t move from his throat.

    He struggled, and the two of them rolled down the car. Bandit slammed the guard down on the hood, breaking the hands at his neck. My man landed blow after blow, but the guard brought a leg up, catching Bandit between the legs. I turned to climb over and out the driver’s side. I had to do something.

    As Bandit doubled over, I climbed into the driver’s seat. Looking back, the guard reached through the window and grabbed at my foot. He yanked me, and I let out another scream. I never learned any of the guards’ names, but I knew him. In my head, he was Sergei. Sergei always eyed me in a way that wrapped an icy blanket around my body. I’d never seen him even come close to smile, and he wasn’t then, either.

    The scars from burns at his neck always scared me, and the hatred in his eyes only made things worse. My back scraped against the gearshift as he pulled me towards him. I kicked and grabbed at anything inside the car to get away. My other foot twisted and looped into the release. The door popped open just a hint.

    I kicked at the door with my free leg. Putting every bit of strength into it, the door swung open, catching Sergei in the jaw. He let go of my foot the second the door connected with his jaw. A low grunt came from his mouth, along with some blood. I saw his head dip, and I slammed into the door with both feet again. The door came to a dead stop when it impacted his head, and Sergei crumpled.

    Bandit crawled up the hood in time to see Sergei drop. “God damn, girl.” Blood streamed down one side of his face, but he smiled.

    I panted and my legs shook, but I took his hand as he pulled me from the car. “Always hated that fucker.”

    Even as he gasped for breath, Bandit laughed. He reached down and picked up his gun. Shots rang out behind us. A few bikes pulled up to the front door. Thunder and Lucky skidded to a halt, one of them coming to rest at the first large step leading up to the doors. Bandit pulled me towards the mansion, and just as I turned, another guard stepped through the front door.