Page 34 of Bound by Destiny
“Hang on.” Mom tilts Pops to the side just enough for me to slide out with his blood picking up random pieces of grass. “Grab under his arm,” my mom orders. I do as I’m told, and we drag him to the back of the house and inside the door. Pings and pops are all around me, then I hear motorcycles roaring to life. The panic and tension eats away at me as I try to pull myself together.
Sucking in a deep breath, I find my calm. Being a frantic pain in the ass isn’t going to help anyone, especially if more are shot.
We lay Pops down on the wooden floor. “Towels!” Mom orders, and I get them quickly. Princess barrels through the back door, takes one look at her father, and heads to the cupboard. She pulls out a large kit as I hand my mother the towels, and she puts it on the wound.
It looks like he was hit in the upper shoulder or neck. Neck isn’t good.
Austyn rushes in barreling into me. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah, but Pops.” Austyn looks to the floor and her face falls, no doubt feeling the same thing I am. This is our grandpa. The man we’ve looked up to our whole lives. He’s the heart of the club and has been for years. And right now he’s getting worked on in a kitchen. Austyn’s kitchen.
“Where’s Jacks?” I ask, giving her a shake to get her attention.
She shakes her head, coming to me. “He got hit in the leg, threw himself on me, told me to get in the house and find you, then took off on his bike.”
“He’s hit!” I screech a little louder than necessary, but scared doesn’t even come close.
“Calm your shit. He seemed fine.”
My heart hammers in my chest, and sweat breaks out on my body. My grandpa and Jacks. No, this can’t be happening. “Who else?” I whisper as the shots still and everything is quiet for a moment.
“Go out and see!” Princess orders us as we make our way to the door just as people come barreling in, almost crushing us in our path.
Mazie is crying, Tanner holding her. Axton and Raiden, Breaker and Shaina’s twin boys, are fuming mad. Blaze, Shaina, Bristyl, Rylie, Leah, Ma and all the other women pile into the room with their kids, including little Booker who’s screaming at the top of his lungs.
I do a quick inventory and there’s no blood on any of them.
“Where’s Micah and the guys?”
Blaze speaks, “Micah took off in his car, while the guys took off after them. All but Green, Buzz, and Dagger—they’re outside on watch.”
“Fuck! This isn’t working!” Princess—who never loses her cool, ever—is a wreck. Considering she’s holding her father’s life in the palm of her hand, I understand her grief. I wish my dad was here and hadn’t left, but he probably doesn’t know that Pops was hit.
“Ambulance is two minutes out,” Rylie says, and I’m thankful for her because I hadn’t called 911. Princess has always been able to fix up whoever has been hurt, and I thought she’d be able to do this one too.
I fight back the tears as Ma kneels down on the floor next to her husband, grabbing his hand. She doesn’t fight her tears, and her anger comes through loud and clear. “You do not get to leave me! Do you hear me, Malcolm Gavelson! I mean it. Get your damn eyes open and keep them there until help gets here. I’m serious!” She squeezes his hand and then taps him on the face anxiously.
Pops’ eyes open and close, like he’s fighting with all of his might to keep them open. Ma continues to smack his face getting more powerful with it, then moving to his chest. He’s not budging, making Ma panic and scream.
No, this can’t be happening. Except for my little drama, the day was going so good.
Sirens in the distance catch our attention. “You got guns unregistered, get them in the safe upstairs now,” Austyn orders as several people follow her upstairs. Makes me wish I had one on me to take out the assholes who did this.
The next ten minutes are chaotic and not in an organized way. There are arguments on both Ma and Breaker going in the ambulance. Breaker won. We’ve been ordered to stay in this house until it can be figured out what’s going on.
All I know is, I need Pops to be okay. And Jacks. And Micah. Fucking hell!
14
Micah
The motorcycles cutthrough the slight bit of traffic on the streets leaving me in the dust. Keeping an eye on them, my car lurches as the speedometer rises. Hell, if I know what I’m going to do. I have no weapons whatsoever, but I felt as though I needed to come. That since someone was shooting at my family, I needed to take action.
Even if that isn’t much.
The bikes take off and I’m boxed in, unable to get through. Once I’m cleared they’re nowhere to be seen. “Dammit!” I yell, hitting my hand on the wheel in frustration.
Making my way back to Austyn and Ryker’s place, it’s swarmed with all kinds of flashing lights. Ambulance, firetrucks, cops—all of it. Dagger is talking to them, and it looks as though he’s holding them off from going inside. It’s pretty impressive I have to admit.
