Cash (The Henchmen MC Book 2)(8)

By: Jessica Gadziala



I wasn't unfamiliar with bikes. I didn't even dislike them, but something about being without a helmet at high speeds had me scooting forward, clamping my thighs into the outsides of his and pressing my hands tight into his toned stomach. Okay, that was complete and utter bullshit. I held on because he was hot and he called me beautiful in that whiskey-rich voice of his and I really wanted to know what he felt like inside of me, but I also knew that holding him while he drove me home was the closest I was ever going to get to him.

We pulled up to the gates of Hailstorm what felt like too short a time later, pausing for them to be unlocked before Cash just went ahead and rumbled through without being invited to do so.

We had almost made it to the main building when the first explosion went off, sending us and the bike flying through the air.





Three





Cash





I was about to cut the engine, grab her, wrap her around my waist and carry her back to her bed, or a couch, or a god damn wall, slam her up against it, and show her that it was, with fucking certainty, going to happen.

The next second, there was a flash, a sound loud enough to quiet the world, and I was suddenly flying through the air.

There was the barest of seconds to realize Lo was still wrapped around me before we crashed down on the ground several yards away.

Lo let out a groan at the contact as I cursed, trying to scramble upward, untangling my limbs from hers. Another explosion went off, making our bodies jolt at the sound. I pressed up on my forearm over her body, my free hand moving to the side of her face, touching just below a three inch gash down the side of her cheek. It was bleeding toward her ear, but it was shallow, if she treated it, it wouldn't even need stitches. “You okay?” I asked, feeling like I was yelling, but my ears had popped and I wasn't hearing right.

Her mouth didn't open, but her head nodded, her eyes hazy for a moment. Then, I watched the realization dawn on her: Hailstorm, her home, her compound full of her people, had been bombed. Her eyes went huge and she was suddenly moving upward, slamming her hands against my chest until I moved back, sitting my ass on my heels so she could get up and I could look around.

The good thing about Hailstorm, from an entirely logistical point of view, was it was made of fucking recycled shipping containers, meaning- it was all but indestructible. Fire-proof, wind-proof and, apparently, bomb proof. There weren't even any residual fires blazing.

“Lo!” I called as she scrambled upward and started running. But she either didn't hear me, or didn't care, as she ran with a slight limp, favoring her left hip where the brunt of my lower body weight crashed down on her, and falling down beside the prone bodies of a group of her men.

Even from a distance, I could see they were alive, breathing. I stood slowly, turning and looking for anyone else hurt, taking off toward the side of one of the buildings where I saw what looked like long dark hair peeking out from a corner. My first thought was: Janie. Granted, I didn't know her much, but what I did know, I liked, and I felt my heart skip faster as I made my way to the body.

I fell down at her side, at once realizing first, that she was much sturdier in frame than Janie and, second, that she was also breathing. There was a nasty gash across her forehead where she had collided with the side of a solar panel stand.

“You alright?” I asked, brushing her hair out of the way as Lo flung herself down beside me.

“Gale? Shit, you're bleeding...”

“She's fine,” I said, reassuring her though her voice was calm, even, like she was down in the trenches of war all the time and blood didn't phase her.

“What the fuck is going on?” Lo asked herself, looking up around her grounds with intense eyes.

“Lo, you need to go get some triple antibiotic on your head if you're...”

“Yo, you're a Henchmen, right?” another voice asked and we both turned our heads to see a tall, good looking black man standing over us, a streak of blood over his white thermal, but looking otherwise unharmed.

“Yeah, why?” I asked, getting to my feet as Lo helped Gale up, watching us.

“Shit, man,” the guy said, shaking his head.

“What is it?” I asked, feeling my entire body tighten.

He inclined his head at me, turned, and pointed down the hill. I followed his direction, looking, and seeing... fucking... fire at the place that had to be The Henchmen compound.

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