Page 27 of Patchover Fright Night
Someone slapped my cheeks firmly, and I shook my head, shoving him away. Ryder shrugged.
“Sorry, VP, but you don’t have time to take a little fucking trip in your head. Your old lady needs you.”
I fought to take a breath, and another, because fuck everything else. My family needed me.
I turned to point at Micro. “You’re with me. Ryder, Torch, get the fuck off the grounds, and find a signal. We need an ambulance, preferably without the fucking cops. And reach Rossi. We need backup, until everyone sobers up. Probably doctors too.”
Ryder and Torch turned to leave, and I noticed that Ryder was limping.
“He’s hurt?”
Tori nodded grimly. “Shot in the leg. I’m going with them. Go find Cammy and Sophie.”
Yeah, like we weren’t doing that right this minute. We turned and ran for the building in question, slamming our way through the door to a scene we’d never fucking expected.
I could hear Camille screaming out at someone, or something, and I ran for Grease’s office, with Micro hauling ass beside me, but the screaming wasn’t just because of labour, which was already bad enough. There was a guy dressed like a fucking commando, with a gun aimed at Sophie, and an arm around her throat, holding her against him.
“Nice of you fuckers to show up. Your women were all vulnerable, and alone, and… uh… that one seems to have pissed herself…”
“My water broke, you stupid son of an asshole!” Camille screamed at him, clutching her stomach, and I darted in her direction, but Micro stopped me.
“Don’t sacrifice my fucking woman to save yours, man. We need to listen to this cunt.”
Sophie was crying, and shaking her head. “Don’t hurt my baby,” she kept whispering, over and over, both hands curled around her stomach to protect her unborn kid. Jesus fuck. I thought it couldn’t get any worse, didn’t I? I had no idea how bad things would get, and this was nowhere near over.
“Let the woman go, and we’ll let you live,” I said, my voice rough and ragged, as pain and fear shot through me. I could handle my pain, but I couldn’t fucking handle Camille’s. She was gripping her stomach, with tears running down her cheeks, but her eyes were on me, just like mine were on hers. “I’m here, baby, you’re both going to be fine,” I said softly, and the guy holding Sophie laughed cruelly.
“Uh, don’t go making promises you can’t keep, asshole. We’re the ones in control here.”
We. He saidwe. That meant we could have more of these assholes prowling here, hurting or killing our brothers. Micro cursed at him, and shoved in front of me.
“Roadkill, I recognise your fucking voice, you dumb fuck. You think you’re surviving this? I’m gonna rip your fucking intestines out, and throttle you with them.” Roadkill. This was one of the ejected members of the old damn club, and that mean there could be others teamed up with him, avenging their fallen brothers.
“That’s creative, man, I didn’t know you were so poetic,” I forced the banter through my lips, but I was still watching my pregnant fucking woman, her pain and terror eating at me, far more savagely than the disease I’d been convinced I’d had so long ago.
This was a million times worse than anything that could have happened to me, because my everything was right there a few feet away, and trying to get to them would get one of us killed.
Chapter Eleven
Iwoke up onmy bedroom floor, which was weird as hell, because I usually chose to sleep on the fucking bed. Even weirder was the man laying beside me, cursing at me, because apparently I took too fucking long to wake up.
“Grease, I swear to god, open your fucking eyes, you asshole. I’m in agony here.”
I rolled over to face Ice, which was oddly intimate, but I could see the pain in his eyes, amid the blood pouring down his fucking face.
“Fancy seeing you here, man. Did we fuck?” I was being a dick, but I was also giving myself a moment, to see if I’d vomit if I sat up. My head was still throbbing heavily, and I knew I was concussed, but what’s a fucker to do in the midst of chaos, right? I remembered what had happened, but not why we were here in my room.
“Grease, man… help me. I need these fucking cuffs off,” Ice moaned, and I risked sitting up, groaning as my head pulsed, and the room swayed from side to side.
“Gimme me a second. I’ll move when the room stops spinning.”
“At least you got out of there. Last I heard, you were trapped in your office.”
“Yeah, well, you were taking a nice little nap, while we were waiting for you to come back and save the day, so I had to do something.”
“Prick.”
I dragged myself up to sit on the bed, and cast my eyes around. There was noise outside, and a definite fucking gunshot, and if that was my gun, I’d shove it up the ass of the fucker who took it, and blow his guts out through his mouth.
