Page 77 of Blue

“She’s got a pulse, weak as shit, but it’s there,” he said as he rubbed his knuckles over her chest.

When she didn’t respond, he unzipped the small bag he’d brought in.

“Come on, Blue,” Mooky murmured.

He ran his hands over his face. This was outside his wheelhouse. He didn’t know his ass from his elbow with medical anything. Feeling useless in an emergency was not his style, but what could he do?

VP was his only hope.

After popping some sort of a white cartridge from the packaging, Dash slipped a hand under Blue’s neck and tilted her head. He brought the white thing to her face and shoved the nozzle up her nose.

“What’s that?” Mooky demanded.

Tossing it to the side, VP pinched her nose.

“Narcan,” he said before bringing his mouth down and blowing into hers.

He’d seen that on TV, never in person.

Fucking Christ.

“What are you doing?” Fear coiled around Mooky’s heart. She couldn’t die.

“Rescue breathing.”

“But she’s doing that.” Mooky had seen it himself. What the hell was going on?

“Not well enough,” Dash said before he dipped his head down again.

Getting to his feet, Mooky paced. He shook out his hands, trying to rid himself of the static coursing through his veins. He couldn’t lose her.

He’d burn the world down if he lost Blue.

Coughing drew his attention.

He returned to his knees and ran a hand through her vomit-matted hair. “Blue?”

Her eyelashes fluttered but her eyes didn’t quite open.

“Dakota?” He tried her legal name. He’d say anything if it got her to wake up.

“It’s working,” Dash said with a heavy sigh of relief.

Watching his woman struggle to wake up, Mooky continued to stroke her hair, murmuring reassurance to her. Beside the two of them, his biker brother reached back into his small bag and pulled out a tiny set of scissors. With two quick snips, he cut the plastic ties keeping her ankles and wrists together.

Minor cuts dotted the angry redness surrounding her wrists. Everything about her situation had Mooky’s blood boiling. Holt needed to be dealt with. When the time came, there would be no mercy.

For now, Blue was his immediate concern. He had to get her out of the basement and somewhere safe.

“Mooky?” Her croaking voice sounded like she’d smoked thirty-seven cartons of cigarettes.

It was the most glorious sound he’d heard.

“I’m here,” he said as he hovered over her to get in her field of vision. “I’m here.”

Finally, she opened her beautiful hazel eyes.

“There you are.” Mooky smiled as relief washed over him. He wanted to pull her closer and hug her so tight her eyeballs would pop out of her head. That wouldn’t be the wisest thing. He didn’t want to do anything to worsen her condition.

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