Page 75 of Wild Night

“Stop,” she whispers.

And then we both sniffle and cry simultaneously. I don’t know what to do. I feel like my hands are tied. Something happened, it’s terrible, and I don’t know what the outcome is, and I’m scared—terrified, even.

Shocker practically jumps into the front seat, immediately starts the engine, and then I hear the sound of motorcycles being revved. I don’t ask any questions, though. Instead, I watch as Dakota whips around to face the front, then Shocker shifts the car intoReverseand swings us around so that we’re facing toward the exit, and away we go.

I would probably be scared shitless by the driving itself if I weren’t already scared shitless by what we’re driving toward. Closing my eyes, I try not to let the way the car flings us around make me feel nauseous.

Then, as seemingly quickly as it started, the car comes to a screeching halt. I don’t want to open my eyes, I don’t want to see the sight in front of me, but I also know that I don’t have a choice.

When I do open my eyes, I gasp at the sight in front of me. The building is only half-standing. The motorcycles in front of the building are also no longer standing. They’re burned to a fucking crisp, melted and messy as they continue to burn.

There are firefighters everywhere. Jumping out of the back seat, I run up to the first man in uniform I can find. I reach for his jacket and grip it as tightly as I can, then pull him close to me, his helmet moving side to side as I do.

“Where are they?” I cry.

His eyes widen. He’s no doubt scared shitless. I know if the tables were reversed, I would feel the same way. Scared fucking shitless. Thankfully, he takes pity on me and grips my shoulders, slowly spinning me away from him to face the ambulance that is parked a few feet away.

Dakota is standing at the back of the ambulance. I run toward her and stop when I’m a few inches away. Bullet is sitting on the edge, his legs dangling and swinging back and forth. Shifting my gaze from him, I look around the area for Justin.

I don’t see him.

There are Viking and Razor, but no Justin. My feet move toward Viking. He’s the one I know the best here, aside from Shocker.

When I stop in front of him, I tilt my head back to look up into his eyes. He’s got a bandage on his head, but when his eyes find mine, he gives me a smirk and a jerk of his chin.

“Where is he?” I demand.

Thankfully, he doesn’t hesitate before he answers me. “The ambulance took him away.”

His words cause my heart to sink. Then my stomach flips. I place my hand against my belly and try not to throw up everywhere. Pinching my eyes closed, I spin around on my heels, lifting my hand to my forehead, and try to breathe.

I feel Viking’s hand on the center of my back. He rubs me there before his soothing voice murmurs to me.

“They said he’s going to be okay, that everything is going to be okay.”

His words should feel comforting to me, but they don’t. Nothing will be comforting to me until I can see his eyes. I need to hear his voice, see his face. I need to know that he’s okay. That everything will be okay. Not just because someone says it, but because it’s true and I’ve seen it with my own eyes.

CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR

POSEY

Pacingthe hall of the hospital, I don’t know what to say, what to do. I haven’t heard anything. Not that they would tell me anything, even if I asked. I’m not his wife. I’m not on any paperwork. I’m nobody and nothing right now, and he’s not in a position to speak.

So there’s that.

So I pace.

The rest of the club has started trickling in. Bullet is alive and breathing, but he’s also being thoroughly checked out. He wasn’t taken anywhere but the emergency room and is set to be discharged with just a little smoke inhalation. The only reason I know this is because Dakota has been texting me from his bedside.

Viking and Razor are okay, too. Same with them, a little smoke inhalation.

So, if they were all in the same room, why the hell is Justin in the back and unable to talk to me? Unable to see me? I assume he’s been knocked unconscious or something. I have no clue.

Tears stream down my cheeks as I stay close to the windows and look down into the parking lot. I’m not seeing or hearing anything, not really. My eyes are too watery, my heart pounding too loudly in my ears.

I thought Lucian had ruined my life. I thought I was never going to recover from what he did to me. But I was wrong. I survived, then thrived, and fell in love again when I least expected it.

Now I know that I won’t ever thrive if something happens to Justin. I might survive, but thriving will never happen again.

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