Karl
The muzzle flash lit up the cab of the tractor-trailer and the gunshot echoed throughout the truck stop. Me, Happy, and two F&B MC bikers were parked on the other side of the lot, watching everything unfold.
We hadn't given either of the girls a gun, specifically because of this. Which meant it had to have been the Volkov truck driver. My heart caught in my throat as I realized what must have happened.
“Holy s**t,” Happy yelled beside me.
A few moments later, the truck rumbled to life and began to tear out of the lot. In the opposite direction of our planned ambush.
“Let's go!” I shouted, visions of Jassy hurt and bleeding out from a gunshot flashing in my mind as I kicked my bike alive and drove off after the careening semi. All thoughts of guns and profit were gone form my mind
