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"Time's up," the officer said, putting a hand on my shoulder.

"Thanks, Bro. See you soon." I hung up the phone and gave the officer a nod. I had no idea if he was on Fremont's payroll, or not. My guess was no since the off-duty officers were still in their cell as he walked me back to my own. These guys weren't just going off what their fellow cops were saying. That was a huge bonus. Maybe we'd have a chance. If we managed to get Torres and Rainer working together on this? The plan could still work.

CHAPTER 35

Gwen

We were all nervous. The guys had an important meeting today. One that would be the beginning of the end for Fremont, according to Static. I hoped it went well. We were back in our usual spots, watching the kids play on the field. It wasn't so bad. I missed helping my clients, both four legged and two, but this was important. The last thing I wanted was to be a liability for the club.

A cry rose through the air, and every head whipped in that direction to see what happened. Sean was coming toward me, cradling his arm in his hand. I jumped to my feet and hurried over to him. The other women were on my heels.

"What happened, Sweetie?" I asked. Gentling prodding at his arm, I watched him wince as I touched him.

"I tripped," he told me. "Something snapped." Worried blue eyes met mine.

"It'll be okay," I reassured him, though my heart sank in my chest. We were supposed to stay here, where it was safe. I glanced over at the others. "Can you get him sitting and watch him for a minute?"

"Of course," Sloane said, guiding Sean over to the chairs we were using.

He was being brave, but I could see the pain etched all over his face.

I hurried into the clubhouse, Kit on my heels, where I knew Cypher and Scythe were. The rest of the men were spread all over the property, watching out for any trouble. Both men looked up as I hurried in. "My son broke his arm," I told them. "He needs to go to the hospital."

"Shit," Scythe muttered. He raked a hand through his hair and looked over at Cypher. "What the fuck do we do?"

"Could Crash Cart fix it?" I asked Kit. Crash was the field surgeon that the guys often went to when they were injured.

Kit shook her head. "I don't think so. He wouldn't have the supplies needed to set a broken bone. That wasn't exactly his area of expertise either. I'm sorry," she said, giving me a worried look.

"Nothing we can do then," Cypher said, "except take him to the hospital. Something like that can't wait."

"I'll take him," Scythe replied.

"And me," I added. "I'm going too."

"Lockout didn't want anyone going off the compound," Scythe started to argue.

"If you think I'm letting you take my son to the hospital alone, you're insane," I all but growled at him.

"You won't win this one, Scythe," Cypher said with a chuckle. "Besides, they won't see the kid without a parent present. Christ, some biker shows up with a kid with a broken arm… Yeah, not a good idea right now. She goes."

"Oh. Right." Scythe shook his head. "Don't have kids. Or a wife. No dependents," he said with a shrug. "Didn't think about them not taking care of him without a parent."

"It's okay," I told him with a smile. It didn't surprise me that a man like him didn't know much about children. He was like Ricochet before I had kids. The first time my brother held Sean the panic on his face had made me laugh.

"Take Warrant with you," Cypher told him.

"Is that a good idea?" Scythe asked. "More of us there are, the bigger the target we are. Plus, it leaves this place down by two men."

"Just so you know," Kit butted in, "if something happens, most of the women here can shoot."

I nodded in agreement.

They both stared at us in surprise.

I shrugged. "My brother taught me not long after he got back from basic training. And a lot of their old men have taught the other women. They won't be totally helpless in a fight."

"Good to know," Cypher said with a huge grin.

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