Page 39 of Out for Blood

“I’m going to fucking kill him, Sher. I promise you. He’s not going to fucking hurt you or the girls anymore.”

Her eyes slammed open and she sat up, the machines beeping erratically enough that Morena came in to turn them off.

“Morena?” she glanced over, recognition sparking in her eyes.

Morena nodded. “Hey, Sheri. It’s okay. These guys are going to take real good care of you, okay?”

Sheridan looked back at me, her hand squeezing mine. “Where are Ry and Shauna?”

I took a deep breath before I delivered the painful news that was going to tear her apart.

“Orla says he took them and left you for dead,” Hawk interjected. “We’ll get them back.”

“How?” she sobbed. I held her against my chest, feeling the sobs wracking her entire body.

“You leave that for us,” Hawk said. “Now, come on. We need to get you to safety so we can go after them. The entire club is looking. He’s not going to get far, trust me, and when we catch up to them. He’s fucking dead.”

I held her until the sobbing eased, my heart was ripped into pieces as she fell apart. Hawk noticed and helped me to get her up and into a wheelchair. Morena unplugged her from the cords and handed us a bag of painkillers with instructions on how to medicate her for the pain and what to look out for. Hawk nodded, taking all of it in. I couldn’t take my focus off Sheridan. I wheeled her out of the room and Hawk bid Morena farewell as we took off down to the second floor, using the elevator this time.

“Hawk, go get Chains. We need to hightail it outta here.”

He nodded, taking off as the doors closed on the elevator. I took Sheridan down to the ground floor and waited. Sheridan was dozing in and out of consciousness against my hand.

Hawk came flying through the foyer without Chains.

“What now?” I asked, waking Sheridan with my voice.

“He’s gone. Checked himself out apparently.”

“What the fuck?”

Sheridan cleared her throat. “Did you tell him about the girls?”

“No, only you.”

“Why?” Hawk countered. Sheridan smirked a little before she grimaced in pain. I wheeled her down to my bike, realising it wasn’t the best idea to ride in her condition but it was the fastest way to get her back to the clubhouse.

“He likes Shauna,” Sheridan said. “And she likes him. They had a fight when she tried to kiss him last night and he pulled away from it and told her it wasn’t going to happen and she…being Shauna took it out on him by ignoring him. I saw the texts on her phone when we were at the shop.”

“He’s too old for her, for fuck’s sake,” I swore. “I’m going to kill him.”

“No, you’re not. He’s nine years older which is why he told her they can’t be a thing, but to a sixteen year old girl, that’s rejection of the highest order.”

Hawk and I helped her on the back of my bike, where she belonged. I jumped on and motioned to Hawk that I was taking her back. He nodded and flung the wheelchair to the side to join me. I made sure she was holding on tight as I rode through the streets as fast as I could to get home, my mind on Chains and his fucking stupidity.

I got to the clubhouse and helped her off the bike, carrying her in my arms into the clubhouse. Orla gasped when she saw her. Bear ran to us to help me with her. I took her to one of the rooms and laid her down on the bed as gently as I could.

“Where the fuck is Chains?” I growled, anger seeping out of every pore I had.

“Better question would be,” Sheridan said, trying to pull herself up. “How the hell Neal knew where we were in the first place.”

“I know the answer to that question,” Orla said, for once being sheepish and not her outlandish self. She looked paler than normal and I realised that she felt at fault for what happened to her best friend and goddaughters. “Shauna posted it on her stories on Insta.”

“What the fuck does that mean?” I asked. Sheridan tried to laugh but clutched at her side. I lifted her shirt and saw the bruising under her ribs. “Jesus, did you break a couple of ribs too?”

“No, just bruises they said.”

“Instagram is a social media platform, you caveman,” Orla bounced back. “Jesus.”

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