Page 50 of Falling Hard

“It’s Emmie and Libby.” Panic was in his voice, and I put a hand up, silencing the boys from talking.

“What’s happened?” I was alert and knew something needed my attention now.

“Kurt was here. It’s bad, Prez. Libby’s been shot, and Emmie went through a door. The ambulance is trying to stabilize her before flying her to the Royal. Libby has already been flown. She lost a shitload of blood.”

My eyes darkened, and I looked at Rusty.

“We’re coming.”

Rusty arched an eyebrow. “What’s going on?”

My hands trembled as fear of losing my daughter and niece crippled me. “Kurt got to the girls. Libby’s been shot and flown to the Royal. Emmie is…”

Rusty stood, terror in his eyes.

Suddenly, all our plans for when we went to prison didn’t matter because what did it matter if the girls weren’t alive. I knew I wouldn’t want to live in a world my daughter wasn’t in, and by the expression on his face, Rusty felt the same.

Rusty headed for the door. I knew where he was going because I was right behind him.

“How the hell did this happen?” Rusty roared. “Call Maiden. The bastard should have taken care of Kurt.”

I didn’t have time for phone calls as I straddled my bike.

Being a bit more powerful, Rusty’s bike took off in front of me and going at speeds that were sure to kill one of us if we came off, I tried to keep up while praying to the Lord.

Kurt had a crush on Emmie, and it got worse as time went on, unbeknown to Emmie.

Fuck life. Fuck it all. If fate was taking my daughter, then it might as well take me as well. So I accelerated and went straight through the stop sign, and so did my brother.

One thought kept running through my head. Emmie deserved happiness and didn’t deserve to die young. I knew that a world without my daughter was one I wouldn’t face.

A noose would be going around my neck by my own doing before I lived in a world without her.

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