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He glares, but I ignore it. I’m used to his brooding ass, so it doesn’t faze me. “Not my blood. She begged me, told me the man had been raping her.” My brows raise and he continues, “So I raped him in front of her. With myknife.”

“Oh shit,” I mutter, Seth whimpers, and House draws in a swift breath. Angel couldn’t hear it, but I did.

“Is that why she’s unconscious?”

He nods. “She’ll come around. Little bird was just worn out and needed some rest.”

I cast a side glance at my brother. His gaze may be pegged on the road in front of him, but I know he’s thinking the same thing I am.

That woman’s never leaving Angel’s sight again.

Chapter 13

Being okay if it happens and okay if it doesn't, is a powerful place to be. - Kate Eckman

Plague

“Ow, shit,” Seth whimpers as we transfer him from the SUV to the clubhouse. We stopped before leaving the city and made Ammo and Mouse leave their bikes in Dallas so they could ride Prez and Angel’s bikes in their place from the hotel. Angel drove the entire way home in the SUV to stay with the woman he brought with him. Prez had to ride with him and with the kid still glued to him, hissing and biting at anyone who tried to take him away. Seth, the mysterious woman, and Lunatic were all in the back of the SUV for the ride home and I can only imagine it wasn’t a pleasant one.

Powerhouse, Wrench, and I led the way on our bikes and fuck, I’m glad. I needed the ride to help clear my mind so I wouldn’t be out of it when we finally arrived. I need my focus to help take care of Seth and also Lacey. If she’s still awake, it will be a mess, I already know it. Not that I can blame her for it, she loves her family and has every right to be worried. I know she will be once she gets one good look at Seth and sees how fucked up he is.

“We’ll get you inside, need to get you spread out to figure out what’s broken and can be reset.”

“No,” he argues and attempts to shake his head, but I can tell the move is painful.

“We need to get you fixed up. Lacey’s here and I don’t want her seeing you looking this bad. It’ll mess her up, she’s been worried sick looking for you.”

We’re lucky it’s still night, damn near dawn, after having to wait until nighttime to get into the club undetected and use the dark to our advantage. If it were any earlier, I have no doubt she’d be out here demanding answers that I’m not ready to give. She doesn’t need to see her brother looking all sorts of fucked up, he’ll be bad enough once we get him bandaged up. Then toss in several of us that have been sprayed down with blood, along with Angel practically swimming in it and she won’t be able to handle it.

Don’t get me wrong, I don’t think it’s a bad thing she can’t deal with the reality of what we’ve been through, in fact, it’s one thing I find attractive about her. She may have some fire inside giving her a bit of spice, but overall, she’s not a hard bitch, she’s soft. She wasn’t built for MC life, for the roughness that comes along with the patch and the bike, it’s something she’ll have to ease into being comfortable with over time.

“Mysister? Why is she here? She should be with our parents.”

I wish he’d stop talking and just rest. His voice is already hoarse, cracking around every other word. I’m guessing it’s the lingering effects from screaming, which only further infuriates me with the thought. I hope I see Carlos Montoya or any of those cartel fuckers, so I can pay them back tenfold for the hurt they’ve caused my friend and his family.

“She was beyond worried. Your family has been concerned over you disappearing and not coming back to work. Lacey was the only one with big enough balls to come find me, asking for help in locating you…or I never would’ve known you were missing in the first place.”

He winces with his one open eye. “T-they’ll hurt her,” he tears up again, the wetness falling to coat his cheek once more.

He’s broken.

Those assholes completely fucked up his inner spirit and it takes a lot for a broken man to become whole again. The club is exactly the place he needs to be. The men here will not be easy on him, but it’s what he’ll need to not be allowed to wither away into nothing and throw in the towel. It’s exactly what would happen if he’s given the chance to escape to his parents and hide under their care. He’ll never be the same, he’ll either grow harder from it and not let it define his future, or he’ll allow the pain and fear to crumble him.

“I won’t let them. It’s part of the reason I showed up earlier. I planned to kill the motherfucker who’s responsible for all of it so he can’t ever harm her.”

We get Seth moved and set up on one of the couches because the only empty room we have available right now will be given to the woman and the kid if they decide to take it. The female hasn’t said a word to anyone, and Angel just carries her around like if he sets her down, he’ll fucking die or something.

Whiskey hands me a bottled water and a tall Seven and Seven, then squats down on his haunches beside me. I sip the icy alcohol greedily, needing it more than I realized, then unscrew the cap and bring the water to my friend’s lips. He opens and I carefully pour in small amounts at a time. The missing teeth look disgusting, and I can only imagine the pain he felt with them being knocked out. Or hell, they could’ve been yanked out. Whatever happened had to fucking rock him, that’s for certain.

Whiskey peers closely at him, pressing his fingers against his tweaked wrist, his ribs, and everywhere else. Baker’s there next with a pair of scissors so Whiskey can cut Seth out of his clothes so we don’t hurt him anymore trying to get them off. They’re filthy anyway, filled with blood, sweat and tears.

“Called in one of my lady friends, she’s on her way.” Whiskey quietly shares, casting a worried glance at Seth. My brothers know it without me having to say a word—he has a long recovery and there’s no telling if he’ll fight through it or give in.

“She a doctor?” I ask, and he nods.

“Sam will be here too,” Baker offers.

Sam’s his daughter, who is also a wickedly smart nurse practitioner, so between the two women, everyone will hopefully get the care they need. We’d be fucked tonight without them, as we don’t have any favors to call in with other charters. We used them up to help out Blow after his accident because the crazy fucker wouldn’t go back to the hospital. He has some massive scars from the gnarly road gashes he ripped open leaving the hospital to get to his ol’ lady. Our crazy VP is lucky he didn’t bleed out with all the stitches and shit he popped.

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