Page 132 of Blade

Fuck!

We forgot about Grant.

I looked at King, who stood, heading for the door.

It’d been one thing after another since the run with the Mother Chapter, and we let the fucker slip through the cracks.

“Go! I’ll call the sheriff,” Nav said, his phone already at his ear.

King and I ran through the club at full speed. Becca was at home across the street, so we skipped the bikes.

I heard my brothers behind us, but I didn’t need them.

Grant was a dead man.

I smashed into the door, my hand on the knob. It didn’t open; he must have locked it. Gunner pushed between us, slamming his foot against the doorknob, and it crashed open.

“BECCA!”

We charged through the house and found her on the floor near the stairs, alone.

“Find that motherfucker. NOW!” King bellowed, as he hit the floor next to me as my brothers fanned out to search the house and grounds.

“Becca, baby, open your eyes. Please, baby.”

I held her unconscious body against me.

I couldn’t lose her.

“Come on, baby. I just got you back. Don’t leave me, baby.”

I could hear the sirens getting close.

“REBECCA!”

Declan stormed into the house; his eyes frantic.

“WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED?”

He narrowed in on me. His voice was eerily calm.

“You are supposed to protect her, asshole.”

King jumped up. His hands landed on his brother’s chest, preventing him from losing his shit on me.

“This isn’t on him. It’s on all of us,” King said.

“What the fuck are you talking about?” Declan directed his wrath at his brother.

“This was Grant. With everything happening with the funeral and finding out about Beck, we all dropped the ball on this one.”

“FUCK.”

King pulled Declan aside when the paramedics rushed in.

I moved to let them work, not wanting to let her go.

“She was unconscious. We found her like this. We don’t know what happened.”

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