Page 115 of Rest In Pieces

“I called him too and left a message. Does anyone know where the fuck he is?” Havoc curses.

Probe shakes his head, but Midas answers. “Conan has chemo today. Inigo was taking him. King said something about taking Sunshine to visit Alex’s grave, so maybe he has Junior.”

Havoc lets out a frustrated breath but starts telling everyone what happened. He tells them about the truck hitting me and G, how I called him, and then the truck coming back. He turns to me to tell the rest.

“I thought we were safe when they got out of the truck because they were wearing Raven Souls cuts,” I admit, seeing Probe stiffen. “But I didn’t know them.” I look at Havoc; his jaw’s tight, and his hands are fisted on the table.

“She asked me if they were friend or foe. And I hesitated. I shouldn’t have. My answer should’ve been instant; every instinct I had told me something was wrong,” Havoc admits.

“He said ‘foe’ just as they pulled guns and pointed them at us. I couldn’t let them hurt G.”

“Of course you couldn’t,” Capone says, reaching over to pat my hand briefly.

“I didn’t think. I just aimed and fired. I watched him go down, but I missed the other guy. Then he started shooting, so I covered G with my body and waited to take my next shot. Then I heard your bikes, and I knew everything would be okay. The other guy heard them, too. He started running, so I shot him. I think I hit his leg because he started limping.”

“Good job.” Probe’s angry voice rumbles.

I offer him a shaky smile before continuing. “He got in the truck and took off, but not before firing at me as he drove past. Asshole.”

“You think you’d recognize him if I showed you some pictures?” Havoc asks.

“I think so.”

Suddenly, the door swings open, slamming against the wall. I jump up, and the others follow suit. Hannibal’s eyes find mine, his expression unreadable as I walk slowly toward him, preparing myself for the worst.

“He’s awake, and he’s asking for you.”

“Oh. That’s good,” I say softly.

And then I pass out.

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GENESIS

Iignore the pounding in my head and focus on the door, waiting for my girl.

“That’s some woman you got there, G,” Mac says, telling me something I already know.

“She’s okay, right?”

“She’s—” His words are cut off when the door opens, and Midas walks in, followed by Hannibal, carrying Amity, out cold in his arms.

I roar and try to get off the bed, but Midas stops me before I can move.

“She’s fine. She just passed out, that’s all. She’s been running on adrenaline since the crash. Stop being an asshole, and I’ll lie her beside you.”

I shut up and shift over, ignoring the pain shooting through my body. Hannibal lowers her down gently into my arms, and I pull her close.

“Fuck, I think she’s bleeding,” Mac curses as Hannibal steps back, looking down.

“Motherfucker,” Hannibal snarls.

“You mean to tell me she was thrown off my bike, and nobody thought to check her out?” I yell.

“She said she was fine. We were focused on getting you here and the body off the fucking road,” Hannibal snaps, sliding his hand between me and Amity.

“What are you doing? Wait—what body?”

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