Page 110 of Banshee
“Don’t think for a minute that you’re here for any reason other than saving the life of my brother. And saving his life doesn’t absolve you from the shit you pulled when you walked into my fucking house.”
Sinclair stood tall, his eyes on King.
“Sinclair,” Bane called from down the hall. “This way.” Sinclair nodded at King and turned to follow Bane.
“That was weird,” Ace said.
“What was?”
“When Sinclair showed up at the clubhouse to take Pippen, he was arrogant and talking in riddles. He showed no fear when King pointed his gun at his head. He didn’t strike me as the kind of man who would back down to anyone.”
“Maybe he didn’t want to cause a scene in the hospital.” I remembered that day, and I had to admit, the man seemed off. Then again, this was only my second interaction with him. Maybe he was just compassionate to what we were going through.
“Family of William Simpson?”
We all stood and waited as King spoke with the doctor. His head dropped, and I expected the worst. Keys was a good kid, and he would make a good brother. He had skills unlike any we had seen.
Keys told us he had no family. Nav had done a thorough check when he applied to prospect, and found his mother was dead. No father listed on his birth certificate and no siblings.
We were his family.
“Thank you,” King said to the doctor, who nodded and left.
“Well?” Colt asked.
“Keys is in a coma. Medically induced. He was shot five times. They had to remove a kidney, and a piece of his liver,” King explained.
Holy shit.
“Will he survive?” Jack asked.
“Doc says he thinks so. They have him under to give his body time to recoup. Doc said it’d be at least a week,” King stated.
“We’ll set up a rotation. Have someone outside his room and inside until he wakes up,” Gunner offered.
Keys was young, and he was strong. I had to believe he would be okay. Tank was the one to worry about. I’d looked up information about his blood type, and it was no joke. If not for Sinclair, we probably would have lost him.
There was a chance we still would.
We all sat back down, waiting for news about Tank. Aspen and Rhea went to the cafeteria with Johnny and Archie. Normally prospects would stay at the clubhouse and wait for information, but the three of them were close. Joey and Jonah had both stayed back to help Zeus and his men with the bodies.
Bane walked down the hall, and he looked tired and worn out. We all jumped up from our seats as he entered the waiting room. Patch walked in a moment later.
“How is he?” King asked.
“He’ll be okay. The bullet wound was minor. The problem was, it hit a small artery. They got it sewn up quickly, but by that time, he’d lost a lot of blood.”
Bane looked at Patch and nodded.
“What?” King asked.
“Sinclair saved his life. If he hadn’t gotten here when he did, we would have lost him.”
“Son of a bitch. What the hell was Tank thinking joining a fucking club? He should know better than to put his fucking life on the line.”
“He took the bullet for Brandy,” Grace whispered.
“What?” I asked.
