Page 62 of Property of Camo

“He should have been buried after the first attempt but the prick is staying hidden,” Shift jumps in.

I look at Cotton. “Send Titch to him; I want him so I can bleed the cunt dry.”

I hear Thorin growl at the sound of bleeding some fucker dry, he loves his blood play both sexually and through torture.

Cotton nods, moving across the room.

“She will pull through this, Camo. They both will. They have to.” Eva sobs through her words, making my stomach tense.

“I have brothers out looking, Camo. We will find him,” Pres announces, determination coating his voice.

I nod, knowing that my brothers are doing all they can. I move across the room, sinking into one of the chairs, my mind racing with thoughts of Skyla. The waiting is unbearable, each second stretching into an eternity.

My fists clench and unclench, the need for action coursing through my veins. Winger sits beside me, his presence a comfort in the chaos, but I sense his guilt.

“Oryn thinks there is an old ward around Skyla and Eva. That is why I did not see what was coming her way before it happened, brother. He is going to look into it.”

“Good.” I sigh, sitting back, bringing my hands up behind my neck and tightening my grip against the tension. “You would have stopped this if you could. I know you, brother.”

I see some of the guilt fall from his gaze.

“Are you finally stepping up, brother?” I see a glint of humor in his eyes.

“Yeah, man. Skyla is mine. My soul needs her, and I was a fucking fool to push her away. Like you have always said, she could get hurt without me in her life and she did. From now on, she is mine to love and protect.”

“Good, man. She is good for you, and you will be for her. Give her the world, Camo.”

I nod and we go back to sitting in silence, waiting.

My gaze remains fixed on the door, willing someone to walk through and bring news of Skyla. Eva and Rocky sit huddled together, talking quietly. Eva looks to me, offering me a reassuring smile and I dip my chin.

Finally, the door opens, and a doctor steps in, her expression serious but not grim. My heart pounds in my chest as she approaches, and I rise to meet her, every muscle in my body tight.

Eva, Rocky, and my brothers come to stand close, offering silent support as we all wait for the information on Skyla and Clark.

“Family of Ms. Delmont and Mr. Cedar.” I nod and step forward.

"Yes, that's me and them; we are all family.” Eva takes my hand, and I give it a little squeeze, thankful that she is including me in this.

The doctor gives us a small, reassuring smile. "Skyla is stable. The surgery went well, and she's in recovery now. Her lung collapsed, so she has a drain but it will heal, and she has some broken ribs.”

Relief washes over me knowing that my girl pulled through, but the anger remains, simmering beneath the surface. Skyla may be safe for now, but those who hurt her will pay.

“Mr. Cedar, is more serious I am afraid. He has a bleed on the brain, that we had to go in and drain, but he is currently in a coma to help his body heal. We will not know the extent of any further damage until he wakes up,” she informs us before leaving the room.

Eva cries, Tate holding her close, as Rocky steps back, bellowing into the air.

I turn to Winger, my voice low and determined. "We find them. All of them. And we make sure they bleed until the lights go out,” I snarl, and he nods in acknowledgment.

I look to my brothers, Rocky and Tate included, their expressions mirroring my resolve. Together, the club will take out the fucks who hurt our people. Skyla's pain will not go unanswered.

“I am not a member of your club but I am coming with you. That prick hurt my family so I want to make sure that he feels pain before he takes his last breath.” My gaze snaps to Rocky, who is looking out of the waiting room window with his shoulders bunched up.

“We welcome you into the pack of misfits, brother,” Winger speaks, stepping into the middle of the room.

Rocky turns to look at the man who I have admired for so fucking long, his eyes narrowed, anger shining bright. His chest heaves as he steps closer to Pres. If this were any other man, me and my brothers would be on guard, but we know that Rocky has the same intentions as we do.

“Nobody fucks with the Kings,” I call out as Winger and Rocky lock arms in solidarity for my woman and their friend.

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