Page 113 of With A Little Luck
Or killed Ridge.
He’s growing on me.
I hate that we’re all tangled up in something like this.
I don’t think Ridge is a bad guy. He may do illegal shit for a living, but these guys are trash. Anyone who would take shots with a pregnant woman within hitting distance is a special kind of evil I’ve heard of but never been faced with.
The more I think about it, the angrier I get until I feel like I might chip a tooth.
“Man, you can back off just a smidge,” Ridge says, gritting his teeth.
“Shit.” I frown, realizing I’ve been squeezing the fuck out of him. “Seriously, don’t die. Quincy would be heartbroken.”
“I’m good. It’s little more than a glorified scratch.”
If only.
Quincy and Trigg come out, and my head tilts as I realize she changed clothes. Trigg has several towels under one arm, but I’m more focused on my omega.
“Are you okay?” My heart thumps as every worst-case scenario spills through my head.
Did the stress send her into labor?
“She didn’t quite make it to the toilet,” Trigg says, hitting a knee at my side.
“He was very slow about clearing the rooms.” Quincy sighs, coming to Ridge’s other side. She struggles to get down on her knees but finally manages it. “I don’t want to talk about it.” She brushes her fingers over Ridge’s cheek and grabs his bloody hand. “I’m so sorry you got shot protecting me. Are you okay?”
“I’m fine, Mama.” He smirks, tilting his face toward her. “Sorry about this.”
I suppose he earned the right to call her a nickname, but that is a cute one. Too bad I missed out on it.
“Don’t apologize.” She leans in, brushing her lips over his. “Especially because I’m going to yell at you some more once you’re feeling better.”
Ridge laughs.
Trigg pulls my hands away, shoving a towel at me. “Get cleaned up. We should have backup here any minute. Someone will escort you and Quincy to Ridge’s house while I accompany him to see the doctor.”
“Hell no!” Quincy says, shaking her head. “I’m going with him!”
“Nah,” Ridge says. “The doctor probably won’t allow anyone else in the room. It’ll be better if you and Hartley head home. I know Easton will have guys there to watch you until Trigg and I make it back.”
Trigg’s head tilts, and he grabs his gun while holding a towel over Ridge’s wound with the other.
“It’s just us,” a voice says from near the gate behind me. My head swivels, taking in Shaw. Come to think of it, the voice did sound familiar. “Shit, you’re all fucked up. All right, everyone clear out and give Leo a chance to work. We brought Valor in case it was impossible to get his big ass up.”
A man with dark brown hair and a medical bag beelines for us, moving even faster than Shaw. That must be Leo if he has some type of medical training.
“I’m just lounging here. Don’t mind me, I can get up with no trouble,” Ridge says, but I don’t think any of us buy it.
Everything happens fast.
Quincy and I are introduced to Valor—Shaw and Leo’s packmate.
Next comes Easton, who is their boss, and his packmate, Keir.
Keir accompanies us inside to help Quincy pack, and once she’s done, he drives my SUV to Ridge’s house.
“The gate guards are going to give your vehicle a full sweep. I did a quick scan, but they’re going to give it the deep dive treatment,” Keir says, pulling into Ridge’s driveway. “The door should be unlocked. I’ll be back as soon as I help them process the SUV.”
