Page 29 of Reaping Havoc
I was a void.
One word echoed in my head, exploding with terror.
Nooooooooooooo!
Rael. Reaper. Berserker!
I need you!
They would be too late.
Chapter 10 Rael
Iknew the moment something was wrong. The very second that my world crashed around me. I felt the sucker punch to my gut when Nylah’s cry entered my head. She called to me.
No. She called out to the Berserker.
In all our time together, she never once asked for him before me or the Reaper. Panic clawed at my chest as I realized she would never do that unless it was an emergency.
I had taken ten steps outside the hospital room door to speak with my club brothers and share the good news. They slapped my back with congratulations as I watched over my woman and our child. The only people entering or exiting the room were staff.
I never felt anything out of place.
As I ran toward Nylah, I could feel her absence. She felt dark, cold, and empty. Like she’d been snuffed out.
When I entered, I found Nylah on the bed. She wasn’t moving. Her chest barely rose and fell. The stench of harsh chemicals burned the Reaper’s nose. He roared as we realized that someone had heavily drugged her.
She needed help.
I hollered for the staff, nearly losing my shit as I glanced at the bed beside ours. Cameron. I choked on a sob when I saw her pale face—no movement in her chest. No lungs functioning to bring lifesaving oxygen into her body.
Chrome dropped to his knees beside the bed. His cry of anguish rocked me to the core. The shock didn’t end there. No. There was one more blow to come.
I glanced at the little bassinet that should have held my daughter. Her pink dress draped over the side where Nylah had left it when we dressed Gianna to come home.
Empty. The crib was fuckingempty.
I saw red. I didn’t know what I was saying or doing as nurses and doctors rushed into the room. There was nothing to do but fight.
But no enemy stood before me.
My club brothers wrestled me from the room as the staff worked to save Nylah and Cameron.
Minutes. Hours. I wasn’t sure how long it took to declare that my daughter had been taken, Nylah and Cameron had been drugged, and someone tried to kill them both.
I raged at the hospital staff, stunned when nurses cried and tried to reassure me that Nylah would live.
Nylah, but not Cameron. She didn’t make it.
My horror and grief nearly stole my ability to function. I ran to Chrome, gripping him as he sobbed out his broken heart loud enough for everyone to hear.
I never felt such pain. Such fucking anguish.
And then rage. Our enemy had infiltrated and stolen from us. My child. Chrome’s ol’ lady. They nearly took my Nylah.
The hospital staff called the police. They showed up, took our statements, and tried to make sense of the unthinkable.
But I wasn’t waiting for the police to find my daughter or the assholes who did this. I would hunt on my own. My Reaper fought to lead, but he couldn’t keep the Berserker at bay.
