Page 95 of Liberate Us (Next Generation 8)

“Of course it’s high.” I snorted. “I lost a friend, my boyfriend is ready to hunt the bastards down who did this to find out what happened and why, my boss is looking at me like I have a penis sticking out of my forehead, and I really need out of this ambulance.”

Before the EMT could say anything, Shawnee came into the back and sat on the bench beside me.

“Why are you here? I thought you were leaving.” I didn’t like that she was here. It meant that she could be in harm’s way.

“I wasn’t able to. Everything happened so quickly.” She shook her head. “I can’t believe Penny…” she sniffed, grabbing my hand and holding it tight in hers. “I’m glad you’re okay.”

“I’m glad you’re okay too,” I told her, sitting up. “But I need to go home. I need to know what happened tonight. I need—”

“Amber.” The barked use of my name, sent a hot shiver down my spine. “You know that’s not fucking happening.”

I looked up, finding a scowling Sammy standing a few feet away.

Before I could argue, Sammy joined us in the back of the ambulance.

“You need to stop being an asshole,” Shawnee threw at him.

“And you need to mind your own business,” Sammy snapped at her.

“Really?” She raised an eyebrow. “Amber is—”

“Stop. Please. Now’s not the time,” I told her. “I was stuck in the storage room, so he’s freaked out a bit.”

“Stop making excuses for him,” she said, her voice shrill. She laughed but the amusement wasn’t there. “God, Amber. He’s a domineering—”

“I love you and I know everyone is stressed right now but Sammy is not Aaron.” She didn’t have to even say the words and I knew she was comparing the two of them. “Will you give us a moment?” I asked the EMT. “Please.”

He looked between all of us. “I wouldn’t normally leave you alone but the club he’s with helped my sister’s place of work.” He stepped out of the ambulance and stopped beside Sammy. “You have ten minutes.”

“What’s with you?” I asked Shawnee.

“It’s because Will is causing shit,” Sam answered. “Putting noise in her ear about me.”

“What? What the hell does that even mean and how would you know that?” I huffed when no one spoke. “Someone, answer me.”

“I went up to see your mom,” Shawnee finally answered. “Sammy’s right. But how would you know that?”

“Because Tiny contacted me.” Sam only shrugged.

“Wait. What?” My head whipped around. “He did? When?”

“A few nights ago.” Sammy reached for my hand. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you, but you’ve had enough issues when it comes to knowing things within the club. I’m trying to keep you safe. I also figured that the less you knew, the better.”

“This is fucked up.” I sighed. “What happened when you went to see my mom?” I asked Shawnee.

“I stopped by the clubhouse, and everyone was in a mood. Will was there. He was asking about you. He wanted to know how you were doing and he said that he hoped you were well, which was weird by the way. I waited to see if he would say anything about your pregnancy, but he didn’t mention it. I didn’t tell him but...”

“What?” I cupped her hands that were resting on her lap. “Shawnee.”

“He knows,” she told me, reaching over and placing a hand on my stomach. “He knows you’re carrying twins. That’s why tonight happened.”

“Fuck,” Sammy muttered.

My heart started racing, my palms became sweaty. “I... you can’t be serious. He wouldn’t go to all this trouble just because I’m pregnant.”

“You’re right. He wouldn’t.” She paused. “If you were carrying his baby.”

“Fucking hell,” Sammy growled. “So, you’re saying that because the babies aren’t Will’s, he’s throwing a damn tantrum?”

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