Page 60 of Property of Camo

No more fucking pushing my feelings down; it is time for my soul to claim our other half.

We arrive at the gym, and I see the smoke. My heart rate kicks up a beat, as I park my bike and dismount in a flash, needing to get to my girl.

“Fuck, the place is on fire. Call the fire department.” I don’t wait for a reply.

I run inside, kicking the door open so hard it smashes. My body turns to ice seeing an unmoving Skyla, lying next to Clark on the ground, covered in blood.

“Oh, fuck me, they did a number on them both,” Halen says, as I rush to my girl.

“Skyla. Wake up, baby, I need to see those beautiful eyes of yours.” I get no reply.

“No time, brother. The place is burning fast. Get them out. Oryn, call 911.” I look up to see Pres shaking his head at Halen.

“It is too much for you, brother,” I tell him.

If he heals both Skyla and Clark, it could immobilize him or worse.

I gently lift Skyla into my arms and four of my brothers lift and carry Clark outside. We lay them both on the sidewalk across the street away from the building, and wait for the ambulance to arrive.

“Let me do something that will bring her around,” Halen requests, his gaze pleading.

He will always put others before himself but sometimes he takes it too far, and that is when the club steps in.

“Only a touch, Halen. She is hurt too badly for you to take it all.” He nods at my instruction.

His hands hover over her body, but he does not make contact. Halen sighs, then he touches the side of her head, and a blue light seeps from her and into the palms of his hands. With his eyes closed, his lips move as he mutters words that we never know.

“There. Just enough to bring her around so she can tell us what happened.” I nod to him.

“Thank you, brother.”

“Now, Clark.”

“No,” Pres growls to my brother. “He is hurt badly and will most likely need surgery. Let his recovery be natural.” The sound of Pres’s voice shows how angry he is.

He looks to me as sirens sound through the air.

“I am sorry, brother, that I didn’t foresee this sooner.” His brow dips.

“We can work that out later,” I promise him, and he nods.

He is not to blame for this. There could be any number of reasons why his vision did not come earlier in the day.

Two ambulances arrive, along with three fire trucks, and they get to work. Next to arrive is Tate and his deputies and Eva, with Rocky hot on their heels.

“The prospect has been take to the clubhouse. He went for a piss when they attacked,” Oryn fills us in, the anger evident in his voice.

I grind my teeth, wanting to flay that motherfucker but right now, my girl needs me.

“I am riding in the ambulance with her. Have someone take my bike.” I look to Winger.

“Got it.”

“Eva, go with Tate; Rocky, go with Clark. I will explain at the hospital.”

“You fucking better,” Tate states, then turns to his deputies. “Close off the area, this is an active crime scene. Let the fire department do their jobs, then canvas the area to see what footage you can locate.” He shouts out orders and they get on it.

“You watch her, Camo,” Eva says, her hand on my arm as I step to the ambulance.

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