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My eyes widen at the mention of these names. I’d heard of them. Lynch had told me about them a long time ago. But I always thought of them as stories. Not really people.
Fury and I round the building to make our way inside. We barely take another step when we hear it. The whistling sound of something coming. Looking up, I let out a surprised cry at the sight of it.
“Fuck,” Fury snarls, wraps his arms around me and takes me to the ground shielding me.
The blast comes, and debris rains down on us. I scream Lynch’s name, fear seeping through my veins at the thought of losing him. I fight Fury in hopes of going after Lynch. I need to make sure he’s okay. That he’s alive, but Fury refuses to budge. He contains me as I struggle to get up.
Shouts come from every direction, and I don’t know if they’re good or bad. What I do know is that I need to get Lynch. To make sure he knows how I feel about him and know he’s alive.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
LYNCH
“Camilla,” I shout, shoving at the destruction surrounding us. Blood seeps from the wound in my head, and I look around to see my brothers getting to their feet.
We’d barely gotten the warning from Fuse’s system when it hit. There was no chance of getting to Camilla, and now, I need to find her. Was she still outside with Fury when we were hit? In my room?
The structure of the clubhouse was a mess. Part of it is still standing, and the rest is a crumbling mess. The racing of my heart, the blood pumping in my veins, it’s enough to roar in my ears. It’s hard to focus on anything else.
Another explosion rocks the ground beneath my feet off to the side. All I can think about is finding Camilla and making sure my brothers are all okay. If Chains hadn’t said something after I finished explaining the plan I had, none of us would have known to expect something. He’d already told the prospect to get the strays somewhere safe. The ol’ ladies he said, were already somewhere safe and being guarded for the time being.
“Everyone good?” Chains yells, brushing dust off. He’s got a cut on his cheek that I’m pretty sure is going to leave a nasty scar.
“I’m good,” Breaker coughs, helping Brake to his feet.
“Same,” Brake grunts, arm wrapped around his middle.
Tyres scrambles to his feet while Fuse sits up with his arms braced on his knees, head bent like he’s trying to catch his breath.
Pitch Black is lifting some debris off Speed, and just beyond them, I see Spark’s and Frame’s bodies, both of their necks in awkward positions as Axel checks their pulses. Axel lifts his gaze and shakes his head.
Fear starts to seep in, and I push through the debris to find Camilla, seeing but not seeing, the death of some of those I call brother. Movement catches my eye off to the side, and a breath rushes into my lungs as if the very air were a sledgehammer ready to knock me on my ass. Fury has his arm wrapped around Camilla helping her through the debris.
“Camilla,” I growl, unable to contain the emotions coursing through me. Seeing her, I don’t give a shit about anything else other than getting to her in this moment. She doesn’t look hurt, not like Fury does. He had to have shielded her from the explosion. Crossing the distance, it’s all I can do not to trip over the debris to get to her.
“Oh God, Lynch,” Camilla says, her breath hitching as I get close enough to take her from Fury and wrap her in my arms. Eyes on my uncle, I take him in. “You good, Fury?”
“I’m good, son.” Fury grimaces and steps forward.
“Is everyone else okay?” Camilla says, burrowing into my side.
I give her a squeeze and hold my uncle’s gaze. “Frame and Spark are gone.”
“Pedal didn’t make it either,” Pitch Black says, joining us with my brothers slowly moving in behind him.
“I’m going to kill the fucker for this shit,” Chains snarls, looking ready to murder someone, and I’m pretty sure I know who.
“I’m with you there.” I nod. Now that I know my woman is okay, I’m ready to go after who’s responsible.
“Let’s get to the safe house, and we’ll talk there. Get those who need to be bandaged up patched up and figure out the best way to execute your plan. If it were ever a good time, now is it,” Chains remarks.
It’s now or never. I have to agree with him on that.
Pulling down the drive to the safehouse, it’s not really a house but rather a converted warehouse that sits off the water just over the Mississippi line. It was purchased by Brake’s partner/ol’ man, whatever it is Lawson prefers to go by, in their tri-couple marriage to each other. He bought it in his name for us, but it was club property. This was a way to shield the club for times like now, that is, if the person coming at us doesn’t know about Brake’s relationship/marriage or doesn’t know about Lawson.
We’d been damn lucky that the bikes hadn’t been damaged in the explosion. Half the club had been hit, destroying the main room of the clubhouse, the room we meet for church, a few other parts of the clubhouse, but not all of it. We’ll rebuild and make it better. Some of the houses had a bit of damage from the debris, but nothing that can’t be repaired. My brothers will be back in their homes in no time, and the club will be fixed.
My house is another story. I haven’t seen it yet. It’s not something I’m looking forward to. It’s just a house, but it was bought for my woman.
