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“This is allmy fault.”

“No, it’s not,” he assures me, reaching over and touching my hand. “This has been a long time coming. They just used you as bait to finally make it happen.”

If any of them die, I won’t be able to forgive myself.

But if War doesn’t walk back through those clubroom doors, I don’t know what I’m going to do.

CHAPTER THIRTY

ORA

Lu and Xanthe run up to me with open arms when I step back inside the clubhouse. Lore is behind them and quickly wraps me in his arms. “Thank fuck,” he mutters under his breath just as Scorp runs outside.

“Are you okay?” he asks me, in full doctor mode. He checks my wrists—there is red marks but nothing that will need treatment. He then touches the side of my lip with his thumb. “They hit you?”

“Just once,” I reply, wincing as he inspects the damage closer.

“It should heal fine by itself,” he murmurs, looking down at my body. “Hurt anywhere else?”

“No,” I mutter, glancing around. I want to tell him that I’m about six weeks pregnant and haven’t seen a doctor yet, but I want War to hear it first. “I’m fine. Have you heard from them?”

Scorp shakes his head. “No, they called me in and told me to be on standby.”

Lore leads me through the clubhouse with his arm around my shoulders. “Come inside and rest. You’ve been through enough for one day.”

I don’t know how I’m meant to rest. Instead, I spend the time pacing up and down until I hear motorcycles rumbling. Then I run outside, watching as the gates slide open and the bikes drive through to park.

One by one, I watch them slide off their bikes.

When War gets off his, my knees almost give out. We close the space between us, and I jump in his arms. He holds me tightly with one arm, burying his face in my neck. “You okay? I thought you were shot!”

He slowly places me back on the ground and brushes a soft kiss against the cut on my lip. “I was so fucking scared, Ora.”

“You’re not mad?”

“Of course I am, but I’m more than happy we are both alive to have this conversation,” he rumbles, filling his lungs with a few deep breaths. When I pull away from him, I realize there’s blood all over his T-shirt.

“You’re bleeding? You did get shot!”

“Yeah, I got one in the shoulder,” he admits, wincing. “Angel’s was just a graze.”

Scorp comes out and drags us inside, getting War to sit on the couch. War pulls me down next to him, so I’m basically sitting on top of him.

“Where’s Rome?” I ask, glancing over all the other faces.

Bones comes up and kisses the top of my head. “Nice to see you breathing, gorgeous.”

Skull gives me a long look, then presses his lips to my cheek.

War pulls me closer. “Never a dull moment with you, is there?”

“Everyone is okay?” I ask them, frowning. “Where is Rome?”

“He was shot in the stomach,” War explains, taking my face in his hands. “Haze and Ghost drove him straight to the hospital.”

“Is he going to be okay?” Even I can hear the fear in my voice. The last time we spoke, we had a fight. I don’t want those words to be our last. I’ve only just met him, and it will break my heart if he dies, especially because it would be my fault. “Can I go and see him?”

“I’ll take you soon,” War promises, kissing my mouth. “Ghost messaged and said he’s in surgery right now.”

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