Page 73 of Force At Third

William’s eyes meet mine, and I make myself smile. I hope he knows what it means. We won, you sick bastard.

“Rome,” I cough out, and he scrambles over to me. “Tell them everything.”

“Tell who? What?”

Darker. It’s getting darker.

“Gwen!”

“Parole off …”

Mercy West

14

Saturday / Sunday

Fuck it, I think as I look at my watch. I’ve waited long enough.

I whistle to the boys. “Bus is leaving.”

“Headed to O’Donnell’s?” Vander asks.

“Not tonight, no.”

“This is because high schools are still in town?” He rolls his eyes.

“V, I’ll let you know what’s up when I wrap my brain around it.”

He laughs. “Bro, I’m not sweating shit. You’ll be ready to go on a bender when she’s back in Bumfuck, Texas. Tear it up, man.”

“Can we get Taco Bell again?” AJ asks.

V shakes his head and opens the door as an ambulance and cop car fly toward us from somewhere on the property.

“What the fuck?” He laughs.

When I see Marks tearing ass out behind them, I run to my vehicle.

I’m in and backing up when I see the boys standing there. Bennett slams his hand on the door as I pass. I slam on the brakes as I roll down my window.

“Get the fuck in.”

They all pile in as Bennett yells, “Their fucking rules, man. You don’t leave us behind!”

“Bennett, not the time,” Nour warns.

“Everyone fucking in?” I ask.

“All good,” Nour says. “Let’s roll.”

I fly through three lights and catch up to the cops, who are following the ambulance. Marks is nowhere to be seen.

I fly into the parking lot, slam on the brakes behind the cop, slide out, and hear, “Thirty-four-year-old female, GSW, unconscious, heart rate dropping.”

My fucking world explodes.

“Go,” Nour states. “We’ll be in the waiting room.”

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