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“What?” Dean steps into the room behind them, pushing to the front to see for himself.
“He shot her,” Dane reiterates, his tone hard.
Dane sweeps me up, apologising as I whimper at the movement.
“Dylan did this?” Jem presses, trailing after him as he carries me out of the room.
My stomach aches, that fierce burning dulled down. That doesn’t seem like a good thing.
As we move through the Reapers’ clubhouse, I see the chaos, the destruction wrought by my family, by my man. Too bad it was all in vain.
There’s a chunk of the building missing, completely blown out, and the ceiling has come down in this section. Dane navigates around the destruction, carrying me as if I weigh nothing, while my brother and Dean follow on his heels.
I start to drift, my eyes feeling heavy. I’m exhausted. Even the act of blinking seems like a monumental task.
As we get outside, I see a group gathered around a bunch of men on their knees. I recognise Racket immediately. The others are Reapers, if the backs of their kuttes are to go by.
I see Logan, Adam and Wade with guns pointing at them, Weed and Charlie too. Jack loiters on the edge, pacing.
There are Devils there too. Axel and Foz are holding a big man between them, who I think is the Reapers’ president.
And Maverick, head of the London Chapter, is standing in front of the proceedings with his arms crossed over his chest.
There are other Devils too, not just London and Manchester. I see kuttes with Birmingham, Bristol and Newcastle on the back.
“What happened?” Logan and Adam both demand, rushing to Dane’s side.
Logan takes one look at the blood on me and closes his eyes. I see so much pain in that gesture.
“You get her to the hospital, now,” Lo tells Dane.
“That’s where we’re going. Where’s Leech?”
Leech is the Devils’ doc.
Foz pulls his phone out and speaks into it. Dane doesn’t stop to hear the response. He keeps moving with me. We reach the rows of bikes and I see a problem. How are we getting anywhere? I can’t ride.
I don’t need to worry, though. Dane strides over to a car in the car park and puts the window through. Dean climbs in, and leans down into the front foot well, tugging the wires down.
I cry out, my attention diverted as Dane places me on the back seat. He tries to do it carefully, but my wound pulls anyway.
“Sorry, baby. I’m trying to be gentle here.”
I nod. I know he is. He leans over me and I see the blood smears on his face which makes his expression all the more haunted.
“Don’t leave me. Promise.”
I want to promise it so badly, so I shift my head a little into a nod. He presses his forehead to mine and cups my cheek.
“I love you, Kenz. Please don’t leave me.”
When his eyes meet mine, I give him that back. I mouth them. “I love you too.”
He kisses me and it’s the sweetest kiss I’ve ever had from this big gruff man. It steals my breath more than the wound in my stomach.
“I love you,” he repeats.
I nod, because I know he does.
“Out of the way,” Leech’s voice snaps through our moment. “Let me see.”
Dane pulls back out of the vehicle, and Leech moves into his place.
“This is quite the mess you’ve got yourself into, love,” he tells me. “We’ll have you patched up in no time.”
I can’t help but think he’s deluded, but since I can’t say it, I just smile to myself and let myself float into the abyss as the good old doctor continues talking at me.
