Page 61 of Property of Camo

“With my life.” She nods at my reply, and I climb in.

“Fuck, baby.” At the sound of my voice, she slowly blinks, wincing at the light.

“I am sorry, Skyla, but I need to do a quick examination, okay? Can you tell me where it hurts?” the EMT asks my girl.

“Everywhere,” she replies, then her pained gaze comes to me. “Clark?”

“He is in the other ambulance, babe. Rocky is with him.”

She nods and goes back to talking and listening to the EMT.

I take in her battered body. Blood covers most of her face, her hair is matted on one side, and her skin is already turning black and blue from bruising.

My blood boils in my veins, and I know that my rage will need to be channeled toward the right person, and that person is the boy’s stepfather, who decided to use my girl as a punching bag.

Everything points to him: the threats, the earlier attack.

Guilt swirls in my gut at not protecting her myself; I should have fucking fought her harder when she refused my help.

“It hurts,” Skyla cries, and my heart cracks open hearing the anguish in her voice.

“I know, baby, but they will do what they can to help you, okay?”

During the ride to the hospital, my brain switches between wanting to take my girl’s pain away, and ways to track the cunt down who tried taking my woman away from me. No fucker hurts those I love.

Fucking hell.

The word love bounces around my head and my soul and heart preen in happiness that I have finally admitted to myself what Skyla means to me.

The sound of my brothers’ pipes follow behind the ambulance, letting me know that without a doubt they will behere for me and will do what it takes to avenge Skyla’s attack as much as I will.

Blood will be spilled from those who hurt her.

The unit comes to a stop and before the EMT can move, the door swings open to a crowd of Kings of Anarchy MC members and it makes my fucking soul happy that they are here.

“Clark has already been taken in; they think he will need surgery,” Winger informs me.

“Okay, let’s move, gentlemen,” the female EMT calls out.

I climb out and watch as they wheel Skyla into the building, her hand in mine, as the EMTs shout out information on her injuries.

My main focus is on my girl, until I am stopped with a tiny hand on my chest.

“You cannot go in there, sir. Someone will come and get you when we have more information.”

I look down to see a tiny nurse looking up at me with defiance in her eyes, and I can tell that she is not one to back down. I manage a nod and she walks away, even if every fiber of my being is telling me to go to Skyla and be with her.

“Brother, come sit,” Winger calls to me.

I follow behind him into a room where Skyla’s people are anxiously waiting.

Tate steps to me, Eva tucked under his arm.

His eyes are filled with a mixture of concern and anger, a reflection of the emotions swirling inside me.

I can see the same rage burning within him that I am feeling, a shared desire for retribution against those who hurt my girl. His badge be damned.

“I have put out an APB on that cunt, he will not get away with this. I should have acted sooner,” he states, regret swirling in his gaze mixed with anger.

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