Page 14 of Love Me Back
“This is on me,” he said. I opened my mouth to disagree, but he held up his hand. “This war is my fault. The Silver Shadows owe you a debt. Whatever you need.”
I looked over at Tyson. Shame lit up his face. It was clear he was involved somehow. Not just as a patched brother.
“What did you do?” I asked. His eyes snapped to mine before turning to his president.
“It’s your choice if you want to tell them,” King said to Tyson, then he turned back to me. “I have to get back and let the others know what happened. I meant what I said. You need anything, you call us.”
I nodded. It was easier than arguing. There was nothing we needed from the MC. We had plenty of money and hands to work the ranch while I was down. If my paralysis became permanent, we’d have to reevaluate everything. But until then, I was trying to stay positive.
“What was King talking about?”
Tyson shot Addie a glance before locking his eyes on the bed.
“What the fuck did you two do?” Carson growled.
“It might be better to talk about it at home,” Addie confessed.
Tyson and Addie had spent a lifetime getting into trouble. She might be seven years younger than him, but the two of them had always been co-conspirators together.
“Tell me this has nothing to do with the shooting.” I watched them both as they looked at each other and then looked down. “Goddammit, you two!” I slammed my fist on the bed.
“He was a bad guy, Gray,” she whispered. “A really bad guy.”
“How does that connect to the other MC?” Carson asked.
“I can’t say.”
“But it does?” Tyson nodded.
“You two really stepped in it this time,” Carson said between gritted teeth.
“Don’t let Pops know; he’ll take them out for ice cream,” Hudson said, trying to lighten the mood. It wasn’t working, though.
“Does the sheriff know it was you?” I asked.
“No, King would never tell him that.” He was right. The sheriff was King’s older brother, and the two were very close. But he would never sell out one of his men. He would protect Tyson with his life.
I crossed my arms over my chest. This fucking bed was uncomfortable, and I hoped I wouldn’t be here long. I looked at my baby sister, watching her face for a moment before I asked, “How do you fit into this?”
Her face paled, and she looked up at Tyson with wide eyes.
“Go ahead,” Tyson conceded.
“I etched the guy’s name onto the bullet,” she admitted.
“What the fuck for?” Carson yelled.
I reached over and smacked his chest. “Be quiet, asshole.” After taking a long, deep breath, I looked at my sister. My calm demeanor was waning. “Why?”
“It was Massacre’s idea. He said there was a hitman who did that and it would take the heat off Tyson.”
“And what happens when this hitman finds out you framed him for murder?” Carson growled.
Addie shrugged. “Massacre said he would handle it.”
“Does he know this hit man?” I asked Tyson. His only answer was a shrug.
“I can’t fucking believe you two.” Carson paced around the small room. His anger was about to boil over if we didn’t find a way to appease him. He stopped and looked at Tyson. “You killed a man connected to another MC and started a fucking war.You’re the reason Gray is in this fucking bed—the reason he can’t fucking walk.”
