Page 27 of Rescued By the Rebel

I turn back around, weighing my options when the roar of a motorcycle races up the road towards us.

“Fuck,” one of the men up front hisses.

They shift into gear, but then more motorcycles follow the first one. I know that it’s Aldis and his motorcycle club, and hope starts to grow inside of me. Aldis will rescue me. He’ll always make sure that I’m safe. He’ll always come for me.

Except the van doesn’t stop.

And neither do the motorcycles.

I scream as we race towards each other. All I can do is kneel and watch in horror as we get closer and closer to crashing.

Then, suddenly, the van veers, and I scream again as we head straight towards some trees.

“No!” I faintly hear Aldis yell a second before the van slams into a tree.

I’m thrown forward and I cry out as I land on my bad arm. My head smashes against the floor of the van and I see stars. My heart is racing out of control and I blink, trying to clear the spots dancing in my vision.

It’s no use, though. My vision starts to narrow and my eyes fall closed. I can hear men screaming outside and then the sharp sound of gunshots. I try to scream, to sit up and see if I can check on Aldis, but I’m too weak.

I’m so dizzy, so disoriented. I’m also so worried for Aldis and his friends. I don’t want anyone to be hurt or worse because of me.

“Aldis,” I cry weakly, but it’s no use.

Everything goes black and I slip into unconsciousness.

ELEVEN

Aldis

“Any change?” Drak asks as I drag a hand down my face.

“No.”

It’s been hours since the mess at Furry Haven. Hours since I rode in the ambulance, rushing an unconscious Winnie to the hospital. Hours since they rushed her back to run tests and left me in the waiting room.

“They’ll be here soon with news. I’m sure of it,” Drak assures me, and I nod.

“She’s going to be fine,” Chance tells me, and I nod again.

The whole Rebel Hearts MC is here at the hospital waiting with me, and it means a lot that they’re supporting me, but the only person I want to see right now is Winnie.

“Family for Winnie Mae?” A doctor calls as he walks into the waiting room.

I leap to my feet and rush over to his side.

“Me. I’m with Winnie. How is she? Is she…” I can’t bring myself to ask if she’s alive.

I know I won’t survive in a world where she isn’t still with me.

“She’s resting now. She has a bump on her head, a concussion, a dislocated shoulder, a fractured wrist, and quite a few abrasions, but she’s going to be alright.”

Fury courses through my bloodstream as I listen to all of her injuries, and I want to go back to those men and kill them all over again.

“You can see her now,” the doctor tells me, and I swallow down the rage and nod.

He leads me out of the waiting room, and I turn and nod at my friends before I follow the doctor down the hall.

“She’s still resting, so be gentle with her,” the doctor advises me, and I nod.

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