Page 58 of Roam

Flick was already off his bike, running toward where Roam had last seen Cannon. Roam grabbed a couple of roadside flares. After the wreck of the originals, they all carried them. He set two out on the road, then ran toward where Flick had crouched down. Flick had his phone to his ear and his hand on Cannon’s chest.

Roam knelt down as War skidded to a stop beside him. “What do we do?”

“Don’t move him. Keep him still,” Flick directed before resuming his conversation on the phone.

Roam caught the words: airlift to a trauma center and multiple compound fractures. Roam thought that must be what was going on with Cannon’s leg. The bone was sticking out and Roam swallowed, holding back the bile.

Flick turned toward them at a moan from Cannon and then placed his hand on Cannon’s chest. “Cannon, you were hit by a truck. I know it hurts but I need you to not move. Can you tell me where it hurts?”

“Leg, arm,” Cannon groaned. “Oh fuck...”

“These are clean that I was taking to the shop,” Rascal said offering, three small towels.

Flick took them and held one by the bone sticking out of Cannon’s arm.

“None of them are bleeding too bad so I don’t want pressure on them unless he starts losing a lot of blood.”

“What about his helmet?”

Flick shook his head. “We’re not taking it off. I called for an ambulance and for Cannon to be airlifted. He’ll need a trauma center.”

Sirens sounded in the quiet night as an ambulance pulled up, along with Beth’s deputy.

“What do we have here,” Kerwin asked as he sauntered over. Roam stood, ready to knock the smirk off his face.

“Deputy, we have a hit and run. A black truck hit Cannon and then headed south. We have flares set up but maybe you should do your fuckin’ job and take care of the traffic. You don’t seem to be in a hurry to help the victim,” War yelled, saying exactly what Roam had been thinking.

“I think you misunderstood. I was gathering information. I’ll set a couple more flares and I’ve called for backup to help direct traffic away from the wreck. Did you all see anything else about the truck? Tag, driver, any identifying marks?”

Roam put his hand on his brother’s chest, holding him back. They didn’t need War getting hauled in for hitting the deputy. They needed to concentrate on getting Cannon help. The EMTs had Cannon loaded and in the ambulance.

“Flick, you coming? We’re meeting medevac at the airfield.”

Flick nodded. “I’m going with him. I’ll keep you updated.”

Roam watched Flick and Cannon leave. They needed to get Flick’s bike back to the compound and decide who all was heading to Wichita and who was staying to protect the compound. Cannon’s bike would be towed to the garage. Right now, they didn’t know if it was an isolated event or something more. Now they needed a plan for finding who had done this and why.

Chapter Thirty-Three

Sprite set up for her client. It had been a crazy couple weeks. Cannon had come through surgery and was set to come home soon. They still didn’t know who had hit Cannon or why. They’d been on lockdown for a week until no other threats had appeared. War still had them all being a little more careful.

The compound gates that separated the clubhouse and garage from the rest of the compound were locked all the time now. To drive through, Sprite had to call the garage when she got close.

Roam didn’t have any clients this afternoon because he’d scheduled his special time with Blake. He was taking her for ice cream and to help her to write a letter to Liam. Sprite and Roam had talked through how to make it fair so Grant or Oakley didn’t feel left out.

Roam had told the kids that when they turned six, then they were old enough for time off with him. Sprite had told them that three was old enough for them to have painting times with her once a month. She didn’t point it out to Roam but eventually all the kids would be six or older and he’d be doing at least six special times a month or more if they had additional children.

Along with the kids learning how to cook. Sprite had set aside time for Regina to teach her some of her recipes. It had been something Sprite had wanted to learn but hadn’t been able to from her mom.

Sprite had it on her list to check on Clara when she got back. She’d been beside herself when Cannon was hurt. After she’d confirmed Sprite and the kids would be fine without her, Clara had gotten a place to stay close to the hospital in Wichita. She’d been there taking care of Cannon. Sprite hadn’t realized until Roam had pointed it out, but the MC was Cannon’s only family. His grandmother had been gone for years and even if his dad was alive, Cannon hadn’t been close to him for the last twenty years. Cannon had found a family at the MC just like she had.

Banging on the glass had her looking toward the door. Blake and Roam were at the door with their eyes crossed and their tongues sticking out. Blake giggled, then opened the door.

“Mama Sprite, we’re going for ice cream, but I wanted cake too. Bonus Roamus said I had to ask you if it would spoil my supper.”

“Umm, Bonus Roamus?”

Blake sighed. “I’m trying out different names until I find what I like. I thought it would rhyme but I’m still deciding. So, can I? Have cake too?”

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