Page 105 of Rafe: Sins of the Father

“Oh, thank God,” she whispers and collapses against me.

I kiss the top of her head and move to the side door, unlocking it and pushing it open. I bring her outside, her body pressed to my side, and wave the guys in. “Come on. Hurry. Kyle’s been hit.”

Crash and Marcus dash up the dock, along with Bev, who gathers Tori in her arms.

“Get her to the boat,” I snap, and she nods.

Cole and TJ come from the front, and we all reenter the garage.

Kyle is stretched out on the concrete floor. My father squats over him, while Billy holds a gun on the other three.

Wolf’s eyes lock with Cole’s. “He’s bad off, Prez.”

I google the nearest hospital. “Closest emergency room is twenty-four miles away in Antioch.”

Cole and my father exchange a look.

“Does he need to be airlifted?” Marcus asks.

“Someone’s got to verify the need before they send a chopper. Means we need to get either a cop or paramedic out here. That’ll take time.”

“Is it faster than if we drive him?”

“Fucking hell,” Cole mutters, spinning in a circle. “Either way, we’re fucked.” Then his eyes meet my father’s. “What do you want to do, Wolf?”

My father lifts his chin to TJ. “Ask Bev where the nearest clinic is.”

TJ tears out of the door and comes back a couple minutes later with a wheezing Bev who looks like she ran all the way up to the house. She rests a hand on the car and looks at Kyle’s bleeding side.

“My uncle’s a retired doctor. He lives a few blocks from the bar. His wife is a retired ER nurse. They might be able to help. I can call him.”

“You sure about him? You can trust him?” Cole asks.

“I think so. Especially considering the facts of how these assholes took these girls, and he was shot trying to rescue them.” She looks at Kyle. “We better load him onto the boat pretty fast, though. He doesn’t look too good.”

My gaze drops to my brother’s. His face is ashen, and he’s shaking.

“Let’s move. Boys, pick him up gently. Rafe, you and Crash stay here with me a minute. We’ve got to figure out what to do with these three morons.” Cole lifts his chin to the three boys on the concrete floor.

Crash and I step closer to Prez as our brothers carry Kyle out.

“We’ve only got three choices here, and I don’t like any of them.” Cole meets our eyes. “One. We take ‘em out somewhere and make them disappear. Only problem with that is we’ve got Bev and a waitress at the bar who can tie us all to this. Two. Wecall in the cops, but that means a lot of explaining and charges for breaking and entering and a bunch of other shit, I’m sure.”

“What’s our third option?” I ask.

“We leave them here alive.”

“Are you fucking kidding me?” I hiss.

“I know you want a pound of flesh. Your father does, too. But I’ve got an entire club to think about.”

I fling a hand toward them. “So we let them off scot-free?”

“Well, we put the fear of God in them first.”

“And what? They just go back to living their lives free to do this bullshit again, or worse? The shit this kid has already done? You really think he’s gonna suddenly turn into a boy scout?”

“I get all that, Rafe. But I don’t think we really have a choice. If it doesn’t work out, we clean up the mess in the future.”

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