Page 30 of Ivy and the Deathstalkers

Cree is there and we practically throw KC in. Bullets ricochet off my baby. The guys duck behind the car, looking around waiting for it to blow. I can't help but laugh and say, “Bulletproof coating, windows, and tires. Now get him the fuck out of here.” I slam the door shut.

Jax tries to stop the door. “Go…”

He starts to protest, but I cut him off. “Shift. We need to get the fuck out of here. We've been blown, they know what you are!”

In the blink of an eye, DJ, Neo, and Jax all shift. The lower ranks that are still alive are scattering. I jump on Jax and he takes off. Looking over my shoulder, I see DJ and Neo grab a couple of the wounded lower ranks using their tails to carry them.

The scorpions climb over the wall like it’s nothing. A few bullets whizz past us and I lower myself even more to avoid getting hit again.

Back at the rendezvous point where we stopped to group earlier, I see Kira and a few lower ranks climbing on their bikes.

I jump off of Jax and sprint to my baby, practically ripping the back door open. Cree’s in the backseat, holding a compound dressing to KC’s gut. I leap inside, not hesitating.

Jax shouts orders about bikes and getting back to the clubhouse as he slams the door shut. He smacks the roof twice, and Beck peels out of there.

Chapter 22

Cree

Hearing that our prez and brother has been shot, sends fear like I’ve never felt shooting through me. Beck spins the car around and we fly down the road to the house.

“What the fuck?” he cries.

“What?”

“I’m not fucking driving! The car’s driving itself!”

“The fuck you talking about? Cars don’t drive themselves. Not without a programmed instruction.”

“Oh yeah?” He glares at me before scooting the seat back and crossing his legs in his seat. “Believe me now?”

As if to prove a point, the car speeds up.

“Holy shit!”

The house comes into view and the car swerves to the side, making a beeline for the front door. It whips to the side so the door is facing the porch where our brothers and mate are spilling out of the front door and comes to a screeching stop.

The back door swings open on its own and I jump out of the car to get in the back, prepared to do everything I can for King on our way back to the clubhouse. DJ and Ivy practically throwhim in the car and I follow, quickly evaluating him to the sound of gunfire. Ivy laughs and says something to the others, but I’m solely focused on King. I get him situated on the seat to give myself room to work. His upper body rests against the door behind him and I pray no one opens it while I dig through the med bag.

“Get him the fuck out of here!” she screams before slamming the door.

“It’s ok, man. I gotcha,” I tell King as I put pressure on his wound. “Everything’s going to be fine.”

I’m not sure if I’m trying to convince him or myself, but I think both of us need to hear it.

When the car stops, I snap my head up and look at Beck. “What the fuck are you doing? We need to get him out of here.”

“I know! I’m not doing it! I haven’t had control since Ivy said King was shot,” Beck shoots back at me.

The next thing I know, The door behind me rips open and Ivy jumps in. Jax slams the door and smacks the roof then the car is off again. We’re going to have to have a talk about Ivy’s car, but that can wait for later. Right now, King needs me.

Ivy tears open another compound dressing, and I take it from her. She’s almost as white as King is. Was she shot too? Or is she just worried about King?

“What can I do?” she asks.

I shake my head, “I… I don't know if I can stop the bleeding.”

“No!” she yells. “There has to be something. I refuse to lose him. I just found him.” Tears stream down her cheeks as she looks back and forth between us.

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