Page 51 of Karma
“I’ll leave my bike here and drive the car with Lex in it. Put him in the trunk like he did her,” Zane says.
Groaning as Undertaker lifts her off the ground, Lex doesn’t try to fight or help when he slides her onto the backseat. “Keep those eyes open, babe, okay? Zane, keep her talking in the car.”
“How far away are we from the clubhouse?” she asks.
“About twenty minutes if I floor it. Why?”
“We need to drop him off, but I’m going to say something I rarely, if ever say. I need to go to the hospital.”
Both men share a look that amuses her. If it wouldn’t hurt like a bitch, she’d laugh. There’s a solid chance she has more brokenbones thanks to the explosion and doggy pile with a man as large as a bus.
“We can drop you off before we go to the clubhouse,” Zane says.
“No,” she says and swallows. “You’ll be lucky not to get pulled over with the kicked-out taillight. Plus, he might wake up. He gets off on the pain, so it’s safer for everyone if we bring him to the clubhouse. I’ll make it for forty more minutes, I think.”
The car comes to a stop, and Lex opens her only working eyelid to see everyone from each charter swarm from the clubhouse, guns aimed. Zane steps out with his hands raised, and Undertaker pulls up the rear.
“Motherfucker’s in the trunk, and Lex needs a hospital. Bad,” Undertaker shouts.
“Alexis,” Phillip hisses from the other side of the seat. “Guess what?”
Panic fills her, and she begins to kick at the back door when she can’t twist her body to open it herself. A knife stabs through the seat, and she screams as the blade slices into her side.
“Lex?” Undertaker calls as he yanks open the door so hard it pulls off the hinges.
She tries to shift away, and she falls onto the floor, crying out in pain as she lands on her injured ribs. She can’t breathe.
“Motherfucker!” Zane shouts and pops open the trunk.
She can’t see what he’s doing, but Psycho runs over to help, and she hears bones breaking.Good.
“He fucking stabbed her through the seat!” Undertaker shouts as he does his best to pull her off the floor as gently as possible. “Jesus, Lex, you’re bleeding a lot.”
“Can’t. Breathe,” Lex manages to get out.
“I think he punctured a lung!” he shouts, and she winces as the sun blinds her. “She needs a hospital. Now!”
Yeah, going to the clubhouse first was a dumb idea.
Psycho and Venom drag a fighting Phillip into the clubhouse, and she’d smile if everything didn’t ache as her body screams for oxygen.
“What do we tell them?” VP asks.
“Who fucking cares?” Snake shouts, surprising her. “You’re going to be okay, Lex. We’re getting you help. Here’s the car now.”
“Lex?” Colt asks, but his voice begins to fade away. “Baby, keep looking at me.”
“Mom?” Lucas asks, his voice shaking.
Poor kid sounds miserable with that cold.
She’s set in the backseat of someone’s car, and she reaches a hand out to Lucas. He sits with her, cradling her head in his lap, and he whispers apologies to her.
Lex wants to respond, but it’s harder and harder to breathe, let alone keep her unswollen eye open. Everything feels heavy, and she struggles to fight the darkness.
“Mom? Please stay awake,” Lucas says, and his tears hit her face. “We’re almost there.”
A groan comes from her as he presses on the knife wound, trying to stop her bleeding. He knows what to do, but it doesn’t make it hurt any less.
