Page 58 of Better as It

I don’t wait. I can’t. I don’t care if it pisses off Tripp. I can’t be this close to her and not end them all until she’s in my arms again. The first one never hears the bullet.

We move in fast. Clean. Hard.

While we are here, Swift, Jasper, a few other Hellions are with the Ravage MC and Sinsiter Sons MC who came up from Florida. By the end of this, there will not be a single man wearing Vulcan’s colors alive.

Gunfire cracks through the woods like thunder.

I take down the second with a shot to the leg before Tank finishes him off.

Tripp kicks in the door.

The third bastard grabs for a rifle—but I’m already moving.

Bang.

He drops.

I don’t think. I don’t breathe.

I just run.

Down a hallway. Through a metal door.

And there she is.

Dia, pale and shaking, crouched behind the cot. Her arms protectively wrapped around her belly, her eyes wild and locked on mine the second she sees me.

“Justin!”

I drop to my knees in front of her, hands flying to her arms, her face, her stomach.

“Are you okay? Did they hurt you?”

“I’m okay—God, I’m okay,” she chokes out, tears spilling over her cheeks. “They were going to take the baby. Justin, they were going to take him from me. She was going to take him.”

“Who baby? This was about the club.”

She shakes her head. “No, it was Benji’s mom. She wants my baby. She has to be stopped.”

“I know,” I whisper, pulling her to me. “I know. I’ll get it sorted, darlin’. Just breathe, please. I’m here. You’re safe now.”

She grips my jacket so tight it cuts into my skin. Her body trembles against mine.

Then she pulls back.

Her eyes search mine and go wide.

“Justin,” she whispers, voice suddenly sharp. “You’re, oh my God, you’re burning up.”

I sway.

Just a little.

My legs don’t hold like they should.

She catches me before I collapse completely.

“Justin?” she cries. “Hey. HEY!”

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