Page 17 of Bones

“Come on, let’s get the guys some help.” I tell her, knowing she needs direction and something to focus on. When she finally pulls her head from my chest, her face is streaked with tears and blood. “He’s goin’ to be okay.” I tell her again. She nods like she’s in shock but follows me to help the other guys. I check the pulse on two of them and quickly discover they are gone. “Fuck.” I groan as I turn to King. A snarl already paintin’ his face.

“I already called Doc, but I ain’t sure it’ll be enough for some of ‘em.” He nods his head in the direction of the other injured men. We don’t like to use the hospital because with hospitals comes questions and with questions comes police.

“We might not have a choice.” Bones says as he makes his way over toward me, pullin’ me up and into his arms before slamming his mouth against mine in a way that can only be described as desperate relief. God, I love this man.

“I’m okay, playboy.” I tease as I push him back and look him up and down, checking for injuries. Thankfully he doesn’t seem to have a scratch on him.

“Oh, I don’t doubt that for a minute, princess.” He tugs at my hair before pulling me back toward him, his lips once again locked to mine.

“Hospital it is.” King declares and I run behind the bar and grab the keys to the SUV, knowing we will need all the room we can get.

They lift two of the five guys into the back seat, Racket being one of them, before Willow and King climb in front. The rest of us following close behind on the bikes. Me tucked against Bones’ back. He won’t let me leave his side, especially not after just getting me back.

We race through the traffic before pulling up to the emergency room entrance. I enter first, not wanting the guys to freak out the nurses and doctors. “We need help, we have multiple GSW’s, in a mass shooting.” I shout, slamming my hands against the counter. The nurses jump into action as the guys carry the injured into the hospital. Racket is unconscious but Jax seems to be okay, minus the blood loss. King drives back to get the rest of the guys who are in less immediate danger.

We line the halls for hours. The atmosphere sullen as we wait to hear any updates.

We’re sitting in the waiting room with the rest of the guys and the girls. Willow is an absolute mess and Wren seems to have a screw loose but other than that, everyone seems relatively okay, or as okay as we can be. After what feels like forever and multiple surgeries later, someone finally emerges from the back.

“Can I speak to next of kin for a Jaxson Claymore?” The doctor asks as he eyes all the big burly bikers with suspicion.

King snorts with irritation. “We all are. He’s our brother.”

“I mean by blood.” The doctor clarifies and I fight the urge to punch him.

“I mean no disrespect doc, but blood couldn’t bring these guys any closer. We are his only family, so can you please just tell us if he’s going to be okay?” I try to put on the nicest voice I can, while trying to remain calm.

“He will be fine. He’s lost a lot of blood, but he is currently stable. We will need to keep him here and under observation for a few days then he should be good to go home.” He finally says.

“And Racket?” Willow asks her voice breaking over his name, but not willing to let the doctor walk away.

“Who?” The doctor looks puzzled as he stares at King who runs his hands through his beard.

“Cole Robinson. The other guy who came in with him.” He clarifies using his government name.

“Oh, I’m sorry. I’m not his doctor and unable to give you any information regarding his recovery.” He quickly turns and hurries away like there’s a fire on his ass.

Fuckin’ A

A few of the guys go in at a time to visit with Jax before another doctor finally appears to tell us that Racket has been placed into a medically induced coma in order to allow his body time to heal from the severe damage he sustained during the attack. He won’t go into any more detail about the exact injuries since we aren’t legally family.

I’m pretty sure Willow claimed to be his wife and is able to get more information from the doctor, but I don’t bother asking since she seems to be in shock herself.

Me, Bones, and a few of the other guy’s head back to the compound to clean up and get some rest before we sub each other out.

Bones drags me up to our room and I hop in the shower, desperate to wash this shitty day off.

“I need you, princess,” he whispers in my ear as he comes up behind me in the shower. His bare chest pressed against my back, the water quickly slicking him up. A smirk rises to my face as I feel his large, thick cock press against my ass.

“Oh yeah? Were the sweet-butts not available, playboy?” I tease as I wiggle my butt on him. He growls and I feel the vibration in his chest.

“As if any of them could please me the way you do.” His hands wrap around me to squeeze my breasts in a tight grip, causing me to moan. “I’ll never want anyone but you, princess.” His voice turns husky and I shiver.

“Then take me.” I purr at the shower quickly shuts off and he pulls me over his shoulder before hauling me into our room and tossing me onto the bed. He buries his face in my stomach as I play with his wet stands. He kisses me and nibbles as his hands skate all over my body, trying to touch everything at once.

“I love you, baby. So fuckin’ much.” He makes sure to tell me often, and I know he still clings to the guilt of not telling me that night.

I sooth him, “Shhh baby, I know. I love you, too.” I push his shaggy hair away from his forehead so I can look into his stormy eyes before his body slides lower, caressing my skin with his soft lips. He pushes my legs apart, making room for him.

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