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“Help… Atlas… Anthony…” I manage to croak out as I try to reach for him but then darkness swallows me.
Chapter 46
Atlas
Fuck,fuck,fuck,fuck.
My stomach clenches at the fear in Lark’s voice, and I quickly hang up with her before dialing Cannon. Thankfully, he picks up on the second ring.
“Atlas?”he asks, his voice gravelly with sleep. Normally that would have me hard as a rock but not tonight.
“Lark’s break lines were cut. You need to get the guys down here at the sharp bend on Jackson Street.”
“Fuck,”he curses and I can hear the rustle of his bedding as he gets up.“I’ll gather the guys and meet you there.”
I curse again as Lark’s car leaves the road and goes into the ditch. I slow down, making the turn and park before jumping out of my truck and racing after Lark.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,”I curse as her car hits a hole or a divot or something and it bounces more than it already was.
I damn near drop the phone when my boot catches on the uneven ground. I hang up on Cannon, something I’ll probablypay for later and dial Reaper. Thankfully, he also picks up right away.
“Atlas?”
“Reap, it’s Lark. Someone cut her break lines. Shit. Lark!”I call out as her car hits a tree dead on.
“Atlas! Talk to me!”Reaper demands, his voice panicked, not that I blame him one bit since I’m panicking as well. And she isn’t even my woman.
I run up to her car and try to open her door but it’s locked.“Doors are locked. She hit a tree head on. Fuck. She hit her head on something and she’s bleeding, not a lot, but there’s blood,”I reassure him when a pained sound comes over the line. I focus back on Lark and pound on the window.“Lark, unlock the doors.”
Her hand reaches out unsteadily, but then her eyes roll back, and she slumps against the steering wheel.
“Fuck, I think she just passed out.”
“Break a back window.”
I look around for something that’s big and heavy enough that would work. Spotting a fairly good-sized rock, I pry it out of the semi-frozen ground and start banging on her back window.
“Come on you fucker, break,” I grunt out as I use all my might.
Sirens ring out in the distance followed by the faint sound of multiple motorcycles. Ignoring them, I continue pounding on the window. Relief fills me when I hear a crack and I double my efforts. Right as the sound of bikes gets louder, I finally break through the window. I punch and smash a hole big enough for me to get through.
“Reaper, I have to disconnect so I can crawl through and get a better look at her. We’ll call you back soon,”I tell Reaper and then hear him barking orders in the background.
“Fuck,”he curses and then I hear his truck start up.“We’re on our way. Call me as soon as you have more information.”
I hung up and carefully but quickly, climb through the window, wincing when I accidentally slice my hand on some glass. Leaning over the front passenger seat, I unlock the doors. Getting out, I open her door and feel for her pulse right as the roar of motorcycles and the sirens reach us.
“Thank fuck,” I breathe out in relief when I feel her pulse.
“Lark!” The guys cry out as they race down the bank toward us, followed quickly by the paramedics.
“She’s unconscious,” I call out over my shoulder as the paramedics finally reach us. “I haven’t moved her, just felt for a pulse. I had to break the back window to get in and unlock the doors,” I tell them as I step back.
My hands start to shake from the adrenaline as I watch the paramedics check Lark over.
An arm wraps around my shoulders and my body relaxes when I smell the familiar mixture of leather, motor oil, and sandalwood wash over me.
“Hey, you did good, Duncan,” Cannon whispers to me, and the use of my real name has me blinking a bit of the fog away. He clasps the back of my neck and makes me look at him. His blue eyes bore into me and his grip grounds me. “You got a hold of us right away and we called the ambulance. You got her car unlocked so that the paramedics could get to her quickly. You did good. You got to her in time. You did good.”
