Page 68 of Feint

“He was the rat. He was behind this whole thing, Wilder. We gotta tell Damien. She might not be safe.”

Fuck, it just hit me that this might go even beyond his own personal agenda.

“Shit, but I need to get Rosalie home. I can’t go back.”

“No, you need to go to the hospital, buddy, and get this bullet out before you bleed out,” Wilder said to me.

I glanced down. Shit, I didn’t even realize that it was that bad. He was right. I leaned against a truck and pulled my belt out, handing it to him. He pulled a small flashlight out of his vest and went to make a tourniquet.

Rosalie looked at me with worry.

“Hey, I’ll be fine, mama. I’m not going to let one little bullet hurt me. But I’m going to get you home first, and then I’ll have Wilder chill with you while I get to the hospital.” It was the best option I had. I didn’t trust anyone else here the way I trusted him to watch over her.

Just then I heard expensive-sounding vehicles racing up the road. We all turned our heads. The rest of the BLVDs ran up and took cover on the Suns’ trucks as we all watched to see who it was.

Two cars pulled in behind the truck that was blocking part of the road, and I heard doors slam, but no movement. We heard a bang with a hissing sound behind us, causing all of us to snap our heads behind us as we saw a red flare fire off from the mountain side.

Then, I heard her yell, “Rosalie!”

Rosalie perked up before shouting back, “Mom?!”

Everyone relaxed a bit as Kayden and Rose Wells ran around the truck, and Rosalie pushed between the two truck bumpers we were standing behind. She barely got a few feet from the truck when she fell into her parents’ arms, and they held her close.

As much as I wanted to be pissed they had shown up, I knew this would actually be better for me. They could take her home. Wilder could go back to the clubhouse; I could go to the hospital. Win-win. I watched as they hugged and kissed her, and then they pulled apart barely. Her dad held her face as he talked to her quietly, and she nodded in response before he kissed her forehead. Rose grabbed her elbows gently and looked at the ropes on her wrist. I had Wilder help me around the cars.

Kayden kissed her one more time before he broke away from the two of them and stepped over to me. “We’re going to take her home. I think you’re good with that, aren’t you, Kordell?”

I took in a breath. I had no energy to argue with him right now. As much as it pissed me off that he was here, telling me what was going to happen, I wasn’t trying to start shit with the shape I was in.

“That was the plan when I saw you anyway. I still have other things to handle. Might wanna get out of here soon. I’m sure allof that will have the cops breathing down this place’s neck soon. Especially when that flare popped up there.” I jerked my head toward the mountain.

Kayden stared at me. I could tell he wanted to say something. But then he turned.

“Don’t worry about Rosalie.” He walked back to his family, and the three of them walked to their cars.

I watched as they pulled away, and took off into the distance before I turned my attention back to my guys.

“We need to get out of here. Grab his body and throw him in a separate truck from the others.”

Wilder saluted me in a stupid joking way, and they got to work.

In twenty minutes, we were all taking off. Our bikes were also in the bed of another truck, putting the bloody scene far in our rearview mirrors.

This day had been hell. So much had happened that it was hard to wrap my head around it all. The blood loss and getting knocked over the head with a gun probably hadn’t helped either. We made a stop at a shitty hospital on the way up. I got lucky. It had missed my artery by inches. They got the bullet out and patched me up, and we continued on our way. It would scar, but, hell, at least I'd keep the damn leg.

We pulled into the clubhouse like a band of beaten soldiers. Damien and a group of BLVDs stood outside. We rolled to a stop in front of them. Wilder and I stepped out, walking to the front of the truck, and she stepped up to us.

“Sorry, Prez, I know I was supposed to give you a report, but things happened fast,” Wilder said, glancing at her with a down look on his face.

She glanced from him to my leg, then my face.

“I’ll live. We got her, though. We lost men, but we got her.” I wondered how pissed she was going to be.

But she threw her arms around both of us at the same time. It was a tight but quick hug.

“Shut up, you idiots. I’m just glad you are both fucking alive,” she whispered.

Wilder patted her on her back before she let go.

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