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“VP…”
He nodded. “I know, but she’s in labour, man. Look at her. She needs me.”
“And I need Soph. You think I can live without her? We’re gonna save them both, you hear me?”
Stitch edged closer to Cammy again, and Roadkill’s eyes followed him.
“See how he doesn’t give a fuck about her, Micro? This is the club you feared so much? They’re assholes, just like you are. See, he knows I’m gonna kill your woman for this, but still he moves.” Just then, he did the one thing we’d both hoped he would, rather than the thing I hoped we were both praying he wouldn’t. He moved the gun away from Sophie’s head, and aimed it at Stitch.Fuck me, that was what I needed. I nodded at Sophie, but she didn’t do what I expected. I thought she’d drop, or elbow him and try to run to me, but instead, she threw her head back, cracking him right in the jaw, and making them both cry out. The gun went off, and I prayed Stitch wasn’t down, but then… even before I could jump him, I heard a shrill scream, and a red headed mass of craziness leapt at him. She was screaming something about killing her fairies, but it was what we needed to get our women out of range, so we could take him down.
“Get her off me, for fuck’s sake!” Lissa was clawing at his face, dragging the balaclava around so he couldn’t see through the eyeholes, and he was trying to get a grip on her, but she was like a fucking demon out of a movie, seemingly moving faster than the fucking eye could see. Sophie slammed against my chest, and I held her tight, while I watched Lissa in awe.
“That’s my fucking sister,” I said proudly to my woman, and Stitch cursed from beside me.
“Can you take him down instead of fucking watching?” Hey, at least he wasn’t dead, right? Maybe we’d get out of this okay after all.
Rapid gunfire from outside took all of our focus from what was happening, and that’s when something heavy crashed into us, knocking us both to the floor, and when we looked up again, Roadkill was gone, and Lissa was weeping about dead glitter fairies or some shit, as she sat on my chest.
“Uh… a little help here?”
Chapter Twelve
You know what hurtslike fuck? Any kind of open wound on your fucking calf, especially when you’re trying to run. Even worse, when some smart fucker says, hey, let’s climb over the gate, rather than risk opening it, in case any of these feral bastards escape. Part of me wanted to shove Torch face first over the fucking thing. It was only about eight feet high, but climbing it, with pain screaming in my left leg, was not easy.
Now, watching my sweet lady scale it, like she was a fucking career burglar, was hot. That ass moving so lithely above me as I watched her carefully? Sexy as hell. Torch was already waiting on the other side, to catch her if she fell, even though I’d have to punch him for touching her if that happened. That was probably enough bravery that I should stop cursing him for being so able bodied, while I was struggling far more than I’d admit.
I didn’t even make it over the fucker, and that was embarrassing as hell. My leg couldn’t take it, and I was almost at the top and trying to haul myself over, when it gave way, and I slid back down and landed on my ass.
“Ryder!”
I groaned, staying down, because I couldn’t fucking move for a minute.
“I’m okay,” I yelled, wishing I could see her and know she was okay. The fucking gate was no window, that’s for sure.
“You want us to wait, man?”
“Keep going. Torch, get my old lady to safety, please. Send help. I’ll keep anyone else from getting out.” I wasn’t sure how the fuck I’d manage that mean feat, but I’d do my best. I had to offer up something in the face of my embarrassing failure, didn’t I?
“Gotcha. Let’s go, Tor.”
“Torch!” I heard him curse, as he waited for me to continue.
“What?”
“Touch her, and I’ll feed your severed arms to you.”
The fucker just laughed. “Sounds hot, man. It’s a date.” I heard them running, and was grateful as hell that Tori was away from this shit, even if I wasn’t the one protecting her right now. Torch was a dick at times, usually in the best possible way, but he wouldn’t let anything happen to my wife, my fucking world.
I turned and sat back against the gate, resting my leg, while I tried to figure out what I could find to tie around it, and staunch some of the bleeding. There was a first aid kit in the President’s office, and probably in Grease’s too, but they were too far from the gate to be of use.
I eased my cut off and rested it on my lap, so I could get my shirt off, and then the t-shirt I had under it, slipping the shirt and cut back on, before I rolled up the leg of my jeans, and grimaced at all the blood. It couldn’t be all that bad, but the blood made it look worse. I looped the t-shirt around my calf and tied it around my shin, so it’d try to keep it clean and bleeding less. It was the best I could do until we got help here, or Doc or Grace sobered up. I realised I hadn’t seen either of them, andthat bothered me. Not because Doc couldn’t handle himself, but because some old ladies were still unaccounted for, and that was terrifying.
I’d seen Elise with Has, so I knew she was safe with him, because, no matter what crazy shit was going on, they seemed to be in it together. Lissa, Cammy, and Sophie were safe in the building we’d left them in, and Tori was outside. That left Ally and Grace. Reacher was nowhere to be seen either, so hopefully he had his old lady somewhere safe with him. Jesus, I didn’t want to think about what kinda shit might be going on, wherever the hell they were. If we lost either one of them… fuck. I didn’t want to even consider it. Grace wasn’t with Torch, but he hadn’t seemed concerned, so I figured he’d kept her safe, but where the hell was she?
I couldn’t shake the terror of the unknown, the fact that among all the shit I didn’t know, there was one thing I couldn’t fight as a certainty. We’d lose someone. How many gunshots had rung out now? How many fucking people might be laying dead somewhere, or bleeding out. How many of my brothers, of my family, might be dying while I sat on my ass? I couldn’t just stay here. I couldn’t just succumb to my fucking exhaustion and pain, because somewhere in this night of horror, there was a culprit, and we still hadn’t found them.
I dragged myself up, using the gate as a crutch to take my weight, and then I cast my eyes around the dark space. The floodlights that usually lit the place up seemed to have failed now, and that meant I was watching shadows moving around the dying fire light, and that made it almost impossible to see who was who, and what they were doing. I needed to corral them somehow, but without knowing who among us was a threat, I didn’t know if there was someone among them, trusted by all of us, who’d turned against us. It wouldn’t be the first fucking time, would it?
Grace
