Page 109 of Banshee
“She was married to Pinch, I think. I didn’t know her, but I saw her with him a few times in town. Pepper didn’t bring me to the clubhouse. Why?”
“I’ll tell you in a bit. I need to speak to King first.” I limped over to where King stood holding Grace, the pair talking to Cash.
“I need to talk to you both,” I said.
“There’s a lot of shit to go over. But it can wait until tomorrow,” King said. “I need to head up to the hospital.”
“Why?”
“Tank and Keys are both in surgery. Bane doesn’t think Tank is too serious, but he has a rare blood type. Patch has a stash of his blood we need to get up there.”
“Isn’t that what blood banks are for?”
“Blood banks don’t have this kind of blood. There’s only something like fifty people on the whole fucking planet who have this blood type. It’s why Patch has been stockpiling it,” King explained. “You should probably come with us and get your head checked out.
“I’m fine.”
“You passed out from the sound of the gunshot. You’re not fucking fine,” King argued.
“It was from the pain. My head is fine.”
“At least get Bane to clean your wounds. Patch can get you an antibiotic, make sure infection doesn’t set in.”
“I can clean him up,” Kytten offered. “Let my father help the others.”
“Thank you, Kytten.” King glared at me. “Get some rest; we’ll talk tomorrow.”
“What’s Tank’s blood type?” I asked before King moved away. Mine was B negative, which I knew was pretty rare. But as far as I knew, O negative was a universal donor and everyone could accept it. Between the Silver Shadows and the Gods of Mayhem, one of us, or maybe a few of us, had to have that blood type.
“RH something.”
“RH null,” Kytten said. “Sinclair is actually one of those fifty people.”
“How do you know that, Rose?” Cash asked.
Kytten looked up at us. We all stood staring at her, waiting for the answer.
“Val mentioned it. She hated Sinclair and said all someone had to do was stab him and let him bleed out because the chances of him getting blood were nil due to how rare his blood type was.”
“Goddammit,” King cursed. “Cash, call that fucker and get him here just in case.”
“And Keys?” I asked.
“Not sure. He hit the alarm just before they shot him. Him and Tank were already gone when we got here.”
Kytten cleaned my wounds, and while King wanted me to rest, Aspen and I went to the hospital with everyone else once Bane had them stitched up. We filled the waiting room, all anticipating news of our brothers.
And we prayed.
Because we couldn’t lose anyone else.
Hours passed as we waited for news about our brothers. Aspen sat beside me, her mother on her other side. Tank and Keys had both come to us after we started the chapter in Diamond Creek. Rhea didn’t know either of them, but it was nice to see her here, giving her daughter support.
Diana had stayed back at the clubhouse to help the Gods of Mayhem clean up the main room. King wanted her to lie low. As far as we knew, none of the Death Dogs had made it out alive. Which meant Diana’s return was still unknown in the biker world. Bane had come to the hospital with us, hoping to throw his weight around and get us answers sooner.
So far, it hadn’t worked.
We didn’t know anything more than we had when we walked in and filled the room with bikers. We’d been sitting here for a few hours when a man I recognized walked in wearing an expensive suit. King stood from his chair, and Cash went with him, Kytten following behind.
