Page 114 of Rest In Pieces

He takes it and quickly passes it to someone else before taking my now empty hand in his. “We need to let Hannibal look at G.”

I’m already shaking my head as Hannibal kneels beside us. He brushes my hair from my forehead and looks into my eyes. “I’ll take real good care of him, Amity. I promise.”

I swallow, scared to let him go. But I nod anyway, knowing I can’t help him alone.

“Okay.” I start to move, but Havoc’s right there, lifting me into his lap and wrapping his arms around me.

“You did good, sweetheart.”

With those words, I break, everything I’d been holding in shattering all at once. I bury my face in his neck and sob, soaking his shirt, but he doesn’t say a word. The past and present clash in my head like two movies playing at once until I want to scream.

But then Havoc murmurs in my ear, and I realize that this time’s different. This time, I’m not alone. I lift my head and look around. Mac and Toot are helping Hannibal with G. Midas andProbe are checking out the biker I shot, while Crane and Capone put G’s bike in the back of the truck.

“Alright, his vitals are good. Let’s get him to the clinic. Mac, Toot, I want to get him in the truck—nice and gentle. I’ll ride in the back with him, just in case.”

Hannibal looks at me. “You ride with Havoc. I need space just in case.”

I nod again, even though I don’t want to leave him.

“Good girl. Alright, boys, let’s move,” he yells as I stay in Havoc’s lap and swallow another sob.

Crane and Midas come over. Crane helps carry G, while Midas squats down in front of me and Havoc.

“It’s Acid—the guy she shot,” Midas tells Havoc, who tenses. “He’s alive, but he’s bleeding a lot. We’ll put him in the back of the truck with the bike.” Then Midas turns his attention to me. “Let’s get you up and back to the clubhouse. You gonna be okay riding?”

I’m not leaving G, so even if I weren’t okay, I’d still say yes. “Let’s go.” He holds his hand out to me and helps me up.

Once Havoc’s on his feet, he takes my hand and leads me over to his bike. He puts his helmet on as Capone walks over with G’s helmet and slips it onto my head before tightening the strap.

“I know your head’s all over the place. Just hang in there a little longer.”

“I’m good.” Capone gives my shoulder a squeeze and waits for me to climb onto the bike behind Havoc before he steps back.

I hold Havoc tightly and close my eyes as he releases the clutch, hoping that this is all just a bad dream I’ll eventually wake up from.

As we speed back to the clubhouse, I completely lose track of time, replaying our stupid argument over and over in my head.G could die, and the last things I said to him were in anger, just like with my mom.

Why do the Fates hate me so much?

When the bike slows down, I open my eyes. We’ve made it back, but I don’t know where exactly we are. I look around, and everything looks familiar, but it’s not. It takes me a moment to realize why. We’re at the clubhouse, but we’ve come in a different way.

We pull up outside an unfamiliar building. When we stop, I climb off and unstrap my helmet. Havoc does the same as the other bikes and the truck carrying G pull in behind us.

I start to head toward them, but Havoc stops me. “Give them space, sweetheart. While they get him settled, why don’t you tell the rest of us what happened?”

“Okay, but I can do it here, though, right? I don’t want to leave him.”

“We’ll find a quiet spot inside. Come on. Midas, Probe, Capone, you’re with me. Hannibal, focus on G. Once he’s good, stabilize Acid. I have questions for him,” he orders and tugs me inside. He glances around before leading me into a small room.

It looks like a break room with a table and a few chairs around it. There’s a counter against the far wall with a coffee machine and a bar fridge full of soda.

Havoc pulls out a chair for me, and Probe grabs a Coke from the fridge. He pops it open and slides it over to me. I lift it to my mouth and drink it down as the others sit, hoping the sugar will help with the jitters.

“Alright, I caught most of it. But for the benefit of the others, I’m going to fill them in a little. Then, once you’ve finished that,”—he nods to my soda—“you can tell us the rest, alright?”

“What about Blade?” Capone asks next to me.

“I tried to call him,” I croak out before clearing my throat. “But he didn’t answer.”

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