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“From his own account, the worst he’d suffered was being shot in the arm,” Spencer said.

No one could hide their concern. How much danger was Woodley in? Was he strong enough to heal himself? Harris knew his sister was right; there was nothing more they could do until Woodley began healing on his own. One good sign was the fact that he wasn’t getting any worse; the bleeding had slowed, and his breathing had evened out, but he still hadn’t regained consciousness.

“Fuckin’ gangbangers,” Stryker growled.

“When we tracked them down, they claimed they thought we were a rival gang moving in on their territory,” Fletcher said. “That’s what they wanted us to believe.”

They’d been in the second SUV and took off after the Lincoln as the first raced back to the rental with a wounded Woodley.

“Pines Village has the highest rate of gang violence in the entire city,” Spencer stated.

“Yeah, it would make sense, but upon further questioning, it became clear that they’d been hired,” Fletcher snarled.

“It’s obvious someone from the Noah Group has eyes on Apollo. They have one of his members, and must’ve followed him to our meeting site,” Spencer said.

“They took the opportunity to send a clear message about fucking with the group, not expecting it to backfire on them like it did.”

“I want to burn this group to the ground,” Jennifer said, her voice vibrating with anger.

“When will Jason be touching down with Mrs. Greer?” Harris asked, desperate to get their healer here as soon as possible to help Woodley.

“They're still over an hour out,” Spencer said.

The second they made it back to the rental, Jason left to fly to Fire Lake to pick up Mrs. Greer from the ranch.

“Will he make it that long?” Brick asked.

“He’d better,” Harris stated for multiple reasons, the least of which was his plan to spend time over in Pines Village clearing out a few hot spots and make them think twice about working for the Noah Group ever again. Hell, he still might either way. They’d hurt the man he cared about. He just hoped Woodley survived so he could tell him.

Brick’s phone rang, and he looked down at the screen. “Apollo,” he mouthed at the rest of the team as he answered his cell and placed it on speaker. “This isn’t a good time,” he stated.

“We can help,” Apollo said.

“Help with what?” Brick asked.

“Your man’s injuries.”

Harris frowned. How the hell did they know about the shooting? Were they involved? Did they know they were being followed? Why wouldn’t they warn us?

“What injuries?” Brick hedged.

“Do we really want to go down this road? I have the ability to monitor any other test subject I come in contact with. I know one of your men is hurt; I could feel Conor’s concern loud and clear.”

“What canyoudo to help?” Brick said curtly.

Hell, Harris thought, they might not be ready to trust the guy completely, but if Apollo could somehow come to Woodley’s aid,hewas willing to listen.

“We too have a healer who’s saved multiple team members. She’s available right now. We need to know where to take her.”

“I’ll send you the address,” Brick said without a moment's hesitation. “You should know, the tail was following you before taking us on.”

If their healer was anything like Mrs. Greer, they could reach the rental long before Jason could fly back. Every minute, every second right now, counted.

“Appreciate it,” Apollo said. “We’ll keep our eyes open and arrange for an alternate safe house for our other members to be moved to.” The line went dead.

With all things considered, this was the best plan to save Woodley’s life. Harris hoped Brick wasn’t proven wrong or there’d be even more blood spilled that night.

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