Page 41 of Patchover Fright Night
“I SAID, DON’T KILL ANYONE! Who thehelldid you just shoot?” Oh god. Someone was dead.
Stitch
Iwas freaking outabout my poor woman, and the fact that she was literally in labour, as we fought to take back our club from unknown assailants, while the nearest building had nearly been our fucking funeral pyre. The arrival of Rossi’s men, and admittedly, he’d only sent a couple, the stingy fucker, well, it should have been our salvation, but apparently one of them just killed someone, who just might be a member of the fucking club, and I couldn’t leave Camille to check it out.
Micro wasn’t faring any better, sitting up now, at least, but he’d taken a bullet somewhere near his chest, and wasn’t getting up without help.
“Someone needs to see who just fucking died. Ice! Get the fuck over there and see what’s what.”
“It was some cunt dressed in black,” one of Rossi’s men offered, probably trying to help, but I shot him a glare, because was he that fucking stupid?
“Most of us are dressed in fucking black, asswipe. If he killed one of my club brothers, I’ll gunfuck him, got it?”
He smirked, he actually fucking smirked. “Think the boss’ daughter has that under control.”
Tori was heading back for us, and you know what, four mafia guys, plus Tori, and apparently Grease, even though he was barely fucking moving either, oh and of course, our mercs, who’d decided I was their CO… yeah, they’d just reined in the chaos. Nobody was on their feet still, and nobody was making a sound.
“It’s okay. It was some rando, one of the bad guys,” Tori said, as she dropped to her knees beside us.
“Cammy, they want you in the chopper, and they’ll airlift you straight to your maternity ward back home. There’s a doc on board waiting to travel with you too.” Oh thank fuck.
“What about the wounded?” I asked as I stood up, and offered Camille my arm, to help her up, with Tori propping up her other arm.
“More help is enroute, but you can’t have a baby here. You need to go with her, Stitch. We’ll lock this down.”
“It’s okay, VP, we’re under control,” Grease said, slapping my back, and nearly faceplanting beside me, “Jesus. I’mma just sit my ass down now, if that’s alright with you fuckers.” He landed pretty hard, and stayed down, clutching his bleeding head.
I lifted Camille’s chin and looked into her eyes. “We’re going now, baby. We’ll get to the maternity ward, and have this baby the way we planned, okay?” She nodded, her teeth digging into her bottom lip, as tears coursed down her cheeks.
“Please… I think we’re running out of time.”
Fuck. The last thing I wanted was for this baby to be born here in this fucking dump, especially on this night of all nights. And I was no more willing to let it happen in a fucking helicopter.
“They’ll take us to the nearest hospital, babe. We’re not risking a longer flight. I want you and the baby safe, as soon as fucking possible.”
And what do you know? My fucking woman just nodded at me. My old lady was letting me be in charge for once, and I wasn’t about to disappoint her for a second.
Chapter Seventeen
Ithink I mighthave died and ended up in some kind of afterlife, but if this was my forever, I wasn’t going to argue. I lay on the hard floor, wrapped around the woman I wished I’d found decades earlier, and fought to regain my breath. I honestly felt like we’d fucked for days. I was aching all over, groggy, exhausted, but sated.Satisfied. That’s how you feel when you’ve spent god knows how long buried inside the woman you love. I could taste her, I could feel her, and I could hear her soft breaths as she slept beside me. Sure the floor was uncomfortable as hell, and I knew both of us would suffer because of it, but I didn’t care.
Ally was my future, and my fucking reason for breathing. She’d brought me back from the brink when we met, and she’d always be my priority. Always be my heart.
The really weird part was not knowing how we got here, or why we were in a room that stank of bourbon, or something like it, and why the floor was sticky with more than sweat and cum.
“Ally?” She groaned, and rolled her head to face me, as I backed up and let her roll fully onto her side.
“Woman?”
“Why’s our bed so uncomfortable, old man?” She groaned again. “Jesus, did we drink ourselves to death?”
I grinned, stroking her hair back from her face. The light in the room was dim, coming from outside somewhere, and leaching in through the gaps around the door, and a tiny window above it. It was enough to see the woman of my dreams, smiling sleepily at me.
“We’re on the floor.”
She giggled softly. “Again? We’re getting too old for this shit, Reacher.”
She wasn’t wrong. A sound outside the door made me force myself to sit up, but my clothes were nowhere near me, and Ally was doing no better. I didn’t get a chance to call out to whoever was outside, before the door flew open, and three faces peered in, and then the cursing began as they disappeared from view.
