Page 20 of Deception
Griffin’s Beach
Lex
Felicity drives like a madwoman, weaving through the small amount of traffic they have in town at this time of day. Just like Lex would do for her if the roles were reversed.
The flashing lights close to the dirt road leading towards the house make Lex tremble. The shaking is completely involuntary, and she wants to hurl. There are three firetrucks, two ambulances, and multiple cop cars.
“Apparently, the police department has nothing better to do,” Felicity says as she tries to ease the tension in the air a bit.
Motorcycles in the distance tell Lex that Colt is on his way, and by the sounds of it, the rest of the club came along with him. Butwhen her Mustang comes into view, she gasps, almost seeing her lunch again.
Felicity pales. “Oh my God.”
It’s smashed against a large tree, the front end crushed like an accordion. The sides have been torn up, and Lex grips the doorhandle. “They had to cut them out.”
The car doesn’t come to a complete stop before Lex is outside and running towards the crowd to find her boys.
“Ma’am—”
“Those are my sons!” she shouts and pushes past the officer, nearly knocking him over a barricade. “Lucas! Noah!”
Noah’s on a stretcher, being loaded into the back of the first ambulance, his face covered with blood that also coats the entire front of his shirt. “Mama.”
“Baby, are you okay?”
“He likely has a broken nose from hitting the back of the passenger seat. He’s lucky he was in the backseat,” the EMT says even though she didn’t ask him the question.
“There was a dog in the road. Luke tried to miss it, but I think he locked up the brakes, and we spun. It was fun until we hit the tree. That part wasn’t so fun.”
Her hand shakes as she runs it over his sandy hair. “Where’s Lucas?”
“Other ambulance, ma’am.”
“Lex!” Colt shouts as he runs towards them.
Pointing at Noah, she hurries towards the other ambulance. “Go with Noah!”
She sprints and gasps the moment Lucas comes into view. He has more blood on him than Noah did, and he’s lying on the stretcher with a brace on his neck and his arm.
“Lucas!”
“I’m sorry,” Lucas says, his voice shaking. “I tried… I tried to miss it, but I lost control.”
“The blood seems to be mostly from superficial wounds. He likely has a concussion from hitting the steering wheel like he did, looks like a broken nose, and a dislocated shoulder,” the EMT says as they load him into the back.
Lex climbs in with them, and she takes Lucas’s unrestrained hand. He looks ready to cry, and she wishes she could pull him into her arms and cradle him.
“I-I’ll pay for th-the repairs. I’ll g-get a job. Whatever I h-have to.”
“Shh,” she whispers and gently touches his dark hair. “Don’t worry about the car.”
“You love that car.”
Kissing his hand, she smiles. She does love that car. “I love you more. How bad are you hurt, baby?”
“My head hurts,” he says as tears slip from the corners and down to his ears.
She’s unsure if it’s from pain or fear, and she knows firsthand that once the adrenaline wears off, there’s a surge of emotions. “Been there.”
