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“Yeah?” I answer the phone, and the EMT looks terrified now.

Why would he be scared?

This is all so fucking weird, or maybe I’m being paranoid after being shot. But I just know something is not fucking right.

“Brother, listen to me carefully,” Christopher says over the phone, and I freeze, waiting for him to speak again. “Yeah?” I say casually, not wanting to give anything away.

“I was moving my bike into the garage when I saw two people lying on the ground. They were naked, in their underwear, with a head wound. I got them to wake up and they said that when they pulled up in the ambulance, someone knocked them out.”

Holy shit, did someone just fucking steal this ambulance and we walked right into it?

The ambulance comes to a sharp stop and the person driving looks through the small hole that lets the driver look into the back.

Fuck me.

The woman is grinning. “Well, nephew, we meet again.”

14

RONNY’S AUNT (LAURA)

I have been watching Ronny and that bitch that took my kid for the last couple weeks.

I am living out of my car, because I lost the house as I didn’t pay the bills, then I used all of the money I got for the kid to pay for hotel rooms and drugs.

I have never had such fun in my life than this last couple of weeks, using anything and everything. I don’t remember half of the shit I have done.

Then I fucked up.

I ended up getting too much dope from the dealer and the money was suddenly gone. I racked up too much debt to cover it.

Now he is going to murder me if I don’t pay up.

My nephew seems like he is rich—he was a pro hockey player, after all—and the MC and his daddy are loaded enough to just drop fifty K without batting an eye.

So, I have waited for the opportunity to steal the kid back and get more money in the form of a ransom to give the brat back.

She is so damn protected by everyone, I never stood a chance to carry out my plan.

My boyfriend was keeping my habit fed until his mom wouldn’t give him any more money and now, he is busy scratching the sores on his arms from shooting up all the dope.

He is stupid, but even the stupid can be led when it comes down to it. I smack my hands on the steering wheel, the urge to shoot up and feed my addiction intense.

I’m almost at the point where I’d need to start hooking up again; that’s how Madeline came about. Her dad was a white man that I hooked up with for dope.

Sirens blast behind us and I duck down in my seat, thinking it’s the police, but it’s an ambulance pulling into the parking lot.

You know they have all kinds of pain pills, morphine, and shit in there. A man jumps out of the back, grabbing a gurney, and runs inside of the club, leaving the doors wide open.

“Wake up, fucker, we have one shot to go steal that ambulance and get some dope.” I smack him hard across the face to wake him.

Chester snaps to attention at the mention of him getting his next fix. “You are going to go to the driver and hit him in the head with something hard,” I instruct him and without a second thought, he gets out of the car before running over to the ambulance.

I go after him, the need to get my fix overpowering me, not caring if anyone sees us. I jump into the back of the ambulance and see Chester hitting the man in the head with a rock at the front.

Well, fuck, maybe I will keep him, after all.

He opens the door and drags the driver out, dumping him across the parking lot just as the other EMT jumps into the back, reaching for his bag, when he sees me standing there. “What the fuck are you doing?” he asks, but he doesn’t get to do anything about it when I pick up a tank of oxygen, hitting him square in the face.

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