Page 3 of Brick's Redemption

Hesh grips my hand as I stare into his face, terrified as I watch him struggling to breathe. He’s barely hanging on as I shout for help.

How the fuck did this happen? Who shot him?

I’m pressing my hand on his wounds, trying to stop the bleeding. There’s so much fucking blood. It’s pooling on his chest and soaking into the asphalt beneath him.

“Fuck!”

“Brick,” he gasps.

“Help is on the way,” I try to assure him, speaking through a fog and tears clogging my throat. It’s too thick. I can’t swallow.

“Keep them safe.” He coughs. “Promise me.”

I nod. “Of course.”

“Protect Ciara.” He groans, and I know he’s going to die. “Protect my daughter.”

“I will.”

“With your life,” he manages to say before his grip begins to slacken.

“I swear it, Hesh.”

I know he wants to say more but doesn’t get a chance. Whatever spirit or soul resides inside our bodies and makes them living, breathing, and beautiful leaves his shell behind.

It’s so fucking gut-wrenching that I feel tears drip from my eyes. I’m crying and fucking furious. It’s a dangerous, volatile combination. Whoever did this is dead. I will reap vengeance on their souls and families until none remain.

“I’m so sorry, Ginny,” I whisper, knowing she’s about to get the worst news of her young life. “I’ll avenge you. I won’t stop until everyone responsible is buried beneath my boots.”

And with that vow, I stand as paramedics rush to revive a man I already know is gone.

I make one final call. As I hear Thorn’s bellow, I know the entire club will ride with the fury of hell tonight, and not a motherfucker will stop the bloodshed that follows.

Chapter 2 Ginny

Present time—

I was having the best dream. If you asked me what it was about soon after my eyes opened, I probably wouldn’t be able to recall many details. But I was happy. I felt it.

So, when I slowly gained consciousness, I immediately noticed two things. One, it was too quiet. No fan. I never slept without one since I tended to get hot at night, and the circulating air helped. Not only that, but the white noise enabled me to sleep without interruption. Two, I was moving. Actually, my body was slightly rocking as if I had been transported into a moving vehicle.

My eyes blinked a few times, out of focus for a few seconds before everything around me became clear. Iwasin a moving vehicle—an SUV with dark-tinted windows. The interior matched the starry sky outside as I momentarily focused on the twinkling lights beyond the windows.

“You’re awake,” Brick observed from the front seat. “I was beginning to think I’d have to carry you inside the safe house. Not that I’d mind,” he added in that deep, gritty timbre I loved. Just enough huskiness to be sexy but not creepy.

“Safe house?” I repeated like I didn’t understand the English language. “What do you mean?” Sitting up, I shoved off the blanket he’d obviously draped over me at some point.

“The place where I’m taking you so you’re out of danger,” he explained as he turned around in the front passenger seat, gaze roaming over me with too much heat. “We talked about this,” he reminded me.

Yeah, I remembered.

“I don’t need a safe house, Brick. Can’t we just go to your place or something? Stay in Vegas, so I’m close to my family?”

“No can do, Darlin’,” Dagger answered from the driver’s seat. “Pres ordered us to a safe house.”

“And that’s where we’re headed,” Brick added.

Frowning, I pushed the loose strands of my hair out of my eyes. “Let me get this straight. You take me from my bed while I’m sleeping, put me in this car, and drive me wherever your president said to gowithout my permission?”

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