FoA S3 Chapter 18

They have you.

Z and Connell advance on the three of you, guns in hand. They are beyond pissed, but that doesn’t even matter. What kind of psychos try to get it on like that in a gross cabin with prisoners in the next room? You’re going to die. You feel like you’re going to puke.

“I think we just do it here, right?” Connell asks. It’s a simple, reasonable question. It’s also a dirty cop deferring to her boss. You knew that things might not end prettily when you committed to the Free Gurls, but you didn’t picture it ending like this.

“Not until I know who the fuck this bitch is,” Z says, swinging her pistol over to aim it right at your face.

“She was the other ho at the motel,” Connell replies.

“She’s no crack whore. Neither is this one,” Z adds, glancing at Vicky. She appears to think for a second. “Fuck it,” she says, her finger curling around her trigger.

The sound of an approaching engine makes her look up. Vicky shoves you into Joey, and you both tumble to the ground. Connell fires and Vicky cries out as the rumble of the engine becomes a roar. Fang hurtles around the corner on her Kawasaki. She’s wearing her helmet, and she processes what she’s riding into in a split second. As Vicky’s blood patters to the ground and you land on top of Joey, Fang sends her bike skidding across the gravel and hits the ground, rolling to her feet and pulling her pistol. She opens fire, forcing Connell and Z to scramble for cover.

You crawl to Vicky, who is clutching her shoulder and gritting her teeth.

“Let’s go!” Fang shouts, changing magazines. She opens fire again.

“I have the truck!” you call out, shaking the keys. You help Vicky stand and push her ahead of you. Joey’s coming too.

Shots continue popping off behind you as you pile in and start the engine. A moment later you’re jerking and bumping down the road much too fast.

The Free Gurls are resourceful. You made that call from the landline and they came looking for you. The warm feelings that you have toward your club are overshadowed by your concern for Vicky. You also don’t really know how to get back to Gurlberg from here, and you have no phones or means to try to find out. But a lucky turn takes you to a numbered two-lane highway, and although she’s in bad shape, Vicky’s able to tell you to take a left.

You obey the speed limit after that, and Vicky slides down in her seat.

This isn’t a good place to get pulled over.