On the Devil's Path {a SOA sequel}

Chapter twenty seven

"Cheap shot." I said with a smirk.

I was trying to act tough, but really I was hurting and it was bad. The first guy kicked the back of my legs and I dropped to my knees. I heard a gun cock and felt the barrel press against my skull. I let out a slow breath and closed my eyes as I leaned back into it.

This was it. I was going to die. Right here in the middle of nowhere. Obviously, this wasn't the first time I've been in this situation. Hell, in the last year this is the 3rd time I've had my life threatened. In all of the other times, I've never been afraid. I've never cared. But now, I was terrified. My body was trembling and my breathing was rapid.

I was going to die. I was going to die and McKayla would never know how much I really loved her. I'll never see her beautiful face again. Never feel the warmth of her touch or the softness of her lips on mine. I've messed up everything good in my life and now, now I can't even make it right.

Seconds ticked by. Nothing happened.

"Just fucking do it!" I shouted finally.

I clenched my fists and squeezed my eyes as tight as I could and held my breath.

POP

The gun fired to my left. All my breath left my lungs in a rush and I fell onto my hands.

"Not today, Dirtbag." The one with the gun said.

The next thing I knew, I was being hauled up by my arms and led down the road and shoved into a van. My hands were zip tied behind my back and a black hood was pulled on to my head.

The pain in my body was too intense to focus on anything but the throbbing. I knew we were driving fast because I was being jostled around the floor of the van. Finally, after what seemed like hours, the door slid open and I heard a lot of shooting. The van made a sharp turn and I was pushed out. I hit pavement and skid to a stop.

I could hear my name being called and hands on my back. The hood was taken off and I saw I was back at TM.

"Jesus Jax. You alright?" It was Tig.

I just groaned and he cut my hands loose. As he was helping me to my feet, I saw her. McKayla was standing next to Clay, her eyes locked on me. I saw her breathe a sigh of relief before touching Clay's shoulder.

"You need to go, now." She told him.

When he didn't say anything, she continued.

"The shots Clay, the cops gotta be on the way. Get out of here and I'll take care of it." She said.

I watched in awe. She was stepping up and handling this just like Gemma would have. I have never loved her more than I did in that moment. Clay finally nodded and everyone started to clear out. McKayla turned to go inside and that's when I saw it. The left side of her white t-shirt was covered in blood.

"Oh fuck, are you hit?" I called to her.

She kicked her eyebrow up and shook her head. Before I could stop myself I was moving towards her. My hand went to her side and I gently touched it, looking for a hole.

"What? Jax, no. I'm fine. It's not my blood." She said to me.

She touched my face and forced me to look at her.

"It's not my blood." She said again slowly.

I nodded and cradled her face. She leaned into my touch for a moment before pulling away. Opie and Chibs came out and I helped them into our van. Once everyone was gone, I could hear sirens screaming down the street. I glanced at McKayla and unzipped my now torn up hoodie and slipped it onto her shoulders, covering up the blood on her shirt.