Page 35 of Anarchy
"Maybe, the only information I needed was what he just said." I push past him and toward the other door when Cutter calls my name. I move to the stairs and seeing his face is all I need. He's white as a ghost, and he can't meet my eyes.
They found her and its bad.
“Where?” I head down the stairs as fast as humanly possible.
“Basement, but you need to brace yourself. It’s bad.” Cutter claps me on the back.
I run toward the other set of stairs. Once I reach the base, I freeze. Emma is lying a wooden beam, naked. Whip and Torch are at her feet cutting the rope that is binding them to it. She has cuts covering almost every inch of her, pieces of the skin hanging off where they are the deepest.
I run to her crouching near her head and brushing the hair from her face. “We’re here now. I’m so sorry for letting this happen. I should have been there. I should have never let you leave.”
“Here I grabbed this for her from upstairs.” Tracker hands me a blanket.
I take it from him and cover her before wrapping it around her body. "Someone go grab the truck. I toss the keys to no one specific, Whip catches them and then hurries upstairs. I lift Emma up, and she groans as I pull her to my chest. Given the state of her body right now I'm sure any movement at all is hurting her. "Someone call Doc and have him get to the club asap."
Carrying her up the stairs and toward the front door, I see the headlights of the truck pull up. "Cutter opens the door for me, and I climb in with her."
After about ten minutes in the car, she starts to wake up, moaning in pain.
Her eyes open, “you…found me.”
"Always baby, I will always be here for you. Told you that before. We're gonna get you taken care of."
Her eyes close again as we race back to the club.
