Page 96 of The Devil's Redemption

“There’s no way Blade won’t want a piece of him before we end his pathetic life.”

I watch as SoCo drags Jasper out of the barn, and I wonder how they’re planning to get him back to the clubhouse. I’d imagine it’s tricky to haul a prisoner on a motorcycle. Before I overthink it, I feel a hand lightly caress my back.

“Let’s head home, sweetheart,” Stone commands.

Without hesitation, Pretty Boy hoists me into his arms and carries me to their bikes that are sitting outside the barn. I get ready to protest that there is no way I can hang onto the back of a bike right now, but Pretty Boy passes them by and places me in the front seat of a car. It hadn’t occurred to me that they brought a car with them. I wonder if that’s how they got Blade home, too. I would have thought they’d all come by motorcycle.

“I’ll be right back, okay?” he assures me.

He walks to the back of the car, and I both hear and feel a thump in the trunk. I think I figured out how they’re getting Jasper home. I stare at the two bikes in front of me and recognize the one on the right to be Blade’s. As Pretty Boy gets back into the car, I ask him about it.

“How are you going to get Blade’s bike back to the clubhouse?”

“SoCo is going to drive it. He rode up with me. Hawk drove Blade’s truck, thinking he may need it to haul someone back home. Cap, Kid, and Drama followed on their bikes.”

“Oh,” I nod my head in understanding.

Suddenly, I’m hit with a wave of exhaustion. I take a deep breath and close my eyes, resting my head against the door. On the way home, I think about everything that just happened.

First and foremost, I have to see Blade. I need to be by his side. I have to see for myself that he’s going to be okay.

I also think about how protected and supported I felt by Stone, Pretty Boy, and SoCo. Blade’s brothers, yet two of them are complete strangers to me. And Stone… Up until tonight, I’d thought he would rather throw me into the line of fire than protect me from it.

The realization hits me hard, and I begin to cry all over again. Bon-Bon’s words ring in my head.

“You need to get used to having a big family. Because you just inherited a boat load of brothers and a new ma and pa. And we’ve got your back.”

For the longest time, it’s just been me. Michael had been absent from real life for far too long. Let’s face it, the brother I knew and loved died a long time ago. Before the heroin stole the last five years of his life. Ellie and Steve have been the closest thing I’ve had to family for years.

Until now.

Chapter Thirty

My chest hurts and,it has nothing to do with getting shot.

I need to know Sasha is okay. Okay as in alive; I know she’s notokay.I’m still pissed that Stone lied and told me she’d made it out of the barn. He made me believe she was in my truck so Hawk could trap me in there and bring me back to the clubhouse to get my shoulder looked at.

Fuck that.

I wanted to find my girl. I was arguing with Cap and Hawk to turn the truck around when Pretty Boy called, letting me know Sasha was safe and they captured Jasper.

“You can sit up if you want. I just need to cover it with gauze.”

Hawk places the soft white fabric over my wound and begins securing it with medical tape. He’s only got two sides finished when I see Pretty Boy walk through the door of the infirmary, carrying the most beautiful girl in the world in his arms.

“You’re okay…” Sasha exhales, beyond relieved when she sees me.

Without letting Hawk finish what he’s doing, I hop down from the table and rush over to her. Pretty Boy places her on her feet, and my arms are around her in an instant. My shoulder screams with pain as I try to move slowly, but I couldn’t give a fuck.

“Sasha.”

A tear drips from the corner of my eye as I feel her shaking in my arms. I let her sob into my chest as long as she needs.

“I—I saw you on the floor, not moving. I thought for sure you were dead,” she cries.

It breaks my fucking heart what I had to do at that barn to survive. I had to do it for her. If I hadn’t, Rooster likely would have shot me over and over again until I was actually dead.

“I’m so sorry. Once Rooster started shooting at me again, I laid down and played dead. I was scared that if he actually killed me, you’d never be saved. I couldn’t let that happen. Are you okay? Where are you injured?”

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