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I groaned as I slowly swam back to consciousness. Then it hit me. Robert Murray had Juniper! I jolted upright, then nearly passed out from the pain. I felt a hand on my shoulder and tensed.

“Easy, brother.”

“Rocket?” I asked, my vision still swimming.

“Yeah, it’s me. Let’s get you over to the clubhouse. Dread is already there patching up some of our other brothers, but I think you got hit the worst. Where’s Juniper?”

“Gone.” My throat felt like sandpaper. “He took her.”

“We’ll get her back,” Rocket promised.

He helped me stand and led me outside. I saw one of the Prospects, Leo, waiting with a club truck. Rocket opened the rear door and I shook my head, then regretted it as I nearly landed on my ass.

“No. I’ll bleed all over the place.”

Rocket snorted. “Like any of us give a fuck about that! Get your ass in the truck.”

I let him help me inside, then he jumped into the front seat, and Leo drove us back to the clubhouse. Even though I could tell he was being careful, I felt every dip and bump in the road. By the time we pulled up, I was trying hard not to puke everywhere.

Rocket helped me from the truck and we went inside. The moment Dread saw me, he stopped what he was doing and started barking orders.

“I need the bar top. Someone go to my house and get more supplies.”

I ended up lying on my back on the bar after they removed my cut, then Dread cut my shirt off me. He let out a low whistle as he prodded at the knife wound. If I’d had more energy, I’d have punched him.

“Doesn’t look good, but we’ll get you on your feet again in no time.”

“Not soon enough,” I mumbled.

I drifted in and out of consciousness as he cleaned and stitched the wound on my lower abdomen, then did the same to my shoulder. Someone rolled me to my side, and he worked on the entry wound from the bullet.

“At least it was a clean through and through,” he said. “In a good spot too. No long-term damage.”

Once he’d finished patching me up, and gave me something for the pain, Dread helped me to my feet. I groaned and swayed for a moment, but he held me steady.

“Church,” I said. “I need to get to…”

My knees buckled and I nearly went down. Rocket rushed forward and helped catch me.

“Brother, the only place you’re going is bed,” Rocket said.

“No. Have to find Juniper.”

My words were starting to slur. What the fuck had he given me? I glared at Dread -- or tried to. I couldn’t tell if I succeeded. Everything started to spin, and I knew I was going to pass out in a moment.

“Right now, you’re going to sleep this off,” Dread said. “Someone haul his ass over to one of the beds here. When he wakes up, he can talk to Fox.”

I did my best to protest, but it was only a moment later, everything went dark.

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When I woke up for the second time, I was ready to hit someone. Preferably Dread. I saw someone leaning in the doorway and squinted as the room slowly came into focus. “What time is it?”

“You’ve been asleep about four hours,” Yankee said. He came closer and I saw the bruising on his temple. “Fucker sucker punched me. Hit Fangs with a damn brick. He needed stitches and has a bitch of a headache, but he’s upright. We both fared better than you.”

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