Page 97 of The Devil's Redemption

I’m happy to see she’s covered in someone’s shirt. I owe a lot to whichever one of my brothers gave her that.

“My ankle, mostly.”

We both look down, and I’m relieved to see it’s not swollen anywhere.

“Here, let me take a look at that,” Hawk interrupts. “Pretty Boy, can you lift her onto the tab—”

“No, I’ve got her,” I insist.

“Blade, your shoulder,” Hawk barks at me.

I don’t listen to him as I lift Sasha. I look at Hawk when she’s on the table and shrug.

“You could have busted your stitches.”

I pull the gauze to the side and take a look at my wound.

“Stitches still intact, doc.”

With an eye-roll, Hawk turns from me and picks Sasha’s ankle up gently. I watch as she presses down on the fabric of the shirt, keeping it from riding up and exposing herself. I go to the cabinet where Hawk keeps the sheets and grab one. Placing it over her lap, she snuggles into it as I lay a kiss on her head.

“So what happened?” I walk to the counter next to Pretty Boy and lean against it.

“Stone went after her. After he found her, Jasper fired a shot off, and it grazed his arm. He’s barely bleeding,” he reassures me.

Sasha sucks air in between her teeth, pulling my attention back to her. Hawk continues gently prodding the area around her ankle bone. I move back to the table and grab hold of Sasha’s hand.

“Stone going to be okay?” I ask Pretty Boy a moment later.

I’m still mad he lied, but that doesn’t mean I’m not worried about him.

“Yeah. He should be here any minute. He and SoCo are putting Jasper down in the basement now.”

The moment his name leaves Pretty Boy’s lips, I want to run down there and tear his fucking face off. But I can’t. I need to cool off. I need to save my energy in order to give him the kind of punishment he deserves.

“Sasha?” I turn my head as Maggie enters from the adjoining room. “Oh my god.”

She hurries over to the table and wraps Sasha in a hug.

“I’m so sorry. Are you all right?”

I watch as Sasha shrugs lightly and hiccups with another sob. Seeing Maggie reminds me that we promised the Bastards that they would get a hand in ending Jasper.

Fuck.

I don’t want to wait. This is happening, and it’s happening tonight.

“Maggie, any chance you can get your father on the phone for me?”

Both she and Sasha stare at me quizzically.

“Jasper is downstairs. We made a deal with your father that we would take care of him together.”

“Oh.” She looks surprised. “Um, sure. Hawk, can I use your phone?”

Without letting go of Sasha’s ankle, he reaches into his pocket and hands his phone over to her. She taps the phone’s screen a few times before putting it up to her ear. I can hear it ringing through the earpiece from across the table. I look down at Sasha’s hand in mine and rub my thumb across her skin. After a minute, Maggie pulls the phone from her ear.

“He didn’t answer.”

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