Page 59 of Breaker

He shakes his head as Sniper takes a screaming Noah, and Doc drops to the ground near me. He places several patches of gauze on my wound and presses down, making me groan and wince. "Shit, sorry, Quinny."

"Fuck, Squirt!" my brother shouts before he drops down next to me, looking at Doc. "Please, fucking tell me it's a through and through?"

Doc shakes his head. Both Alex and Jack curse before my brother grabs his phone, places it to his ear, and rasps, "Dad, you need to come to the clubhouse. Quinn's been shot. We need this off the books."

I blink, tears falling from my eyes as breathing becomes difficult. I breathe out, "I love you; you know that Al-Alex…."

He shakes his head and gently leans down and kisses my lips. "You're in so much trouble, Goldie. I can't fucking live without you…."

I cough again and rasp, "And-and I can't live without you and-and Noah." My brother squeezes my hand, making me drop my gaze. Lights flash behind my eyes, but those lights dim to darkness…then nothing.

Just as the shadows descend, I hear, "Quinn!"

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"Quinn!" I snap as her eyes close in a dramatically pale face, and panic hits me.

Doc curses, checking her pulse, then looks at me. "It's strong, brother. She's passed out from the loss of blood, and most likely the pain."

My heart pounds, and my eyes want to tear up, but I’m angry at her, that she put herself in this position.

Doesn't she fucking realize that I need her, that Noah needs her?

"Alright, brother, we need a gurney."

I shake my head and cut Doc off, rasping, "Nah, brother, I'll carry her," and swallow thickly, knowing she will hate me for this, but I ask anyway, "Do me a favor and grab my phone from my cut. Call Ken."

He nods, his face serious, before doing as I ask, and I gently lift Quinn. Jack helps me rise from the ground without dropping her as the brothers rush around, clearing the way for me.

"Pixie…." Doc croaks into my phone as I walk toward the backdoor, then I hear him snap, "Don't fucking hang up, Quinn's been shot." He's quiet again as he follows me through the door. Kennedy's screams hit my ears just as my momma lets out a cry at the state of my girl, whose head is lulling against my shoulder.

I ignore everyone and head to the hallway, where the prospects and clubwhores sleep.

"Ken…Kennedy," Doc snaps, making me raise a brow at him. The brothers look at him in shock while Lola tries to go to him, most likely to take the phone, but Crow stops her.

Doc shakes his head at me, pain entering his eyes before he rasps, "Please stop crying, Pixie…."

I flinch at his pain. Knowing the one you love is upset and you can't comfort them is one of the worst feelings in the world.

I walk into the medical room, and place my girl on the bed, moving her hair out of her face as Doc holds the phone between his shoulder and ear to check the wound. Blood pours from the bullet hole, making my breathing pick up.

Doc quickly states, "Pixie, listen to me. I'm with Breaker now, okay. I've got Quinn, I promise. I'll call as soon as I've removed the bullet, I promise." He hesitates momentarily before whispering, "I love you, Pixie," then hangs up.

My panic rises as more blood pours from her wound as he wipes around it.

I whisper, "Doc, please, fucking tell me…."

He cuts me off and states, "She will be okay, brother."

The door opens and Paul rushes in.

He looks at me, terror in his gaze, and says, "You're going to need to wait outside." I shake my head, not wanting to leave her, but he grips my shoulder. “We need to contain the room, son. I promise our girl will be okay; I won't lose my daughter, and you won't lose your woman."

I nod before leaning down and kissing her head, whispering, "Don't you dare fucking leave me, Quinn. Don't leave me and our son." I stand, I take my phone off Doc, and leave the room. Outside in the hallway, I fall against the wall, then slide to the floor.

An image of Quinn falling over Noah hits me, and I lean my arms over my knees and drop my head as someone sits next to me. I don't need to open my eyes to know it's Crow. A sob crawls its way out of my throat, causing him to wrap his arm over my shoulder, pulling me to him, letting me get my emotions out in a way I'm not used to doing.

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