Page 135 of Snared Rider

“He’s hit,” I tell Clara as she approaches. Yeah, I sound near hysterical, but I don’t care.

Clara, for her part, doesn’t seem to mind either. She gives me a reassuring smile and squeezes my shoulder as she nudges Wade out of the way.

“How’re doing, Logan?” Clara asks as she replaces Wade’s hand on the now blood-soaked T-shirt. She looks so collected, so together. I, on the other hand, am a wreck.

“I’m fine,” he mutters, and her lips quirk.

“Anything right up to and including death is fine with you boys.”

Usually, I would find her words amusing. At this moment, nothing is funny. I tug my bottom lip between my teeth as she peels back the balled up, bloodied T-shirt and looks at the wound.

I hold my breath as she probes it. Logan’s fingers flex against my hand, but this is the only indication he gives that he’s hurting. I give him a squeeze I hope will reassure him. I’m not sure if it does, but the smile he gives me is worth it.

“Well, the bad news is you’re definitely going to need this wound packing and stitching,” Clara says, leaning back on her heels.

“What’s the good news?” Logan asks.

“It’s not a bullet wound.”

I blink at her. “But… we were shot at.”

“Yeah, well, you two lucked out. It looks like you got hit by a piece of glass, Lo.” She puts the T-shirt back on the wound.

“How can you be sure?” I demand and this time it is Logan who squeezes my hand. It’s not a reassuring gesture, but a warning to rein it in.

“Gunshot wounds are messy and they’re big, honey. Logan’s injury isn’t either of those things. Plus, I can see the shard in his back.”

My visions rolls at her words as images of glass fragments embedded in his skin dance across my mind.

“Oh,” she says, grabbing my shoulders to steady me as I wobble on my knees. “You’re not good with the gore?”

I shake my head.

“Sorry, honey. I didn’t know.”

“It’s fine,” I say, swallowing back the bile.

“Take comfort from the fact it’s good news it’s glass.”

I stare at her. “How is the fact he has a piece of glass in his shoulder good news?”

“It means he can go to the hospital and have a doctor repair it rather than Clara digging it out in a backroom in the clubhouse,” Dean tells me softly.

I slide my gaze towards him and I’m surprised to see warmth in his expression. All animosity, all anger at Logan from their fight is gone. All I see is concern for his fallen brother, and for me.

And this is what makes the Club family. It doesn’t matter that Dean is pissed with Logan and Logan is pissed with Dean. Help is needed, and help is given. Us moving to London would change that dynamic and honestly, I’m not sure it’s one I want to lose again.

That said, I’ve never been the target of an armed maniac in London…

I swallow and close my eyes.

“We were shot at…”

My head spins as the reality of our situation settles into my brain. We could have died. The glass in Logan’s back could have been a bullet. I could have lost him. Again.

Dean moves at the same time as Logan reaches out to steady me. If I wasn’t already on my knees I would have hit the deck.

“Take a breath,” Logan coaches.

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