Page 90 of Never Trust the Living (Battle Crows MC 7)

There was a long, thick silence and then a curse.

“Son of a bitch,” he whispered.

We were up and moving before I’d consciously told myself to move. That likely had a lot to do with KD, though.

Honestly, I’m not even sure it was my feet making me move.

The explosion rocked the entire office.

Pieces of glass, dirt, and debris filled the air around us, and we hit the ground so hard outside of my office that I physically heard my kneecap crack.

The deafening boom filled the air, and then… nothing.

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I’m not saying that life was going to take me down forever with hit after hit, but the bitch definitely had hands.

“Damn,” I heard. “That’s certainly unfortunate.”

I blinked open my eyes, more than aware that something bad had happened.

“Think your bodyguard might’ve done more harm than good when he tried to save you,” I heard said.

I blinked a few more times, trying to get my eyes to focus.

“Over here,” I heard.

I looked that way and instantly regretted it.

My head exploded in pain, and I felt warmth start to track down the side of my forehead.

“There you are,” the man said.

I blinked a couple more times until the man that was doing the speaking came into focus.

“Ahh.” He smiled.

The man that’d delivered us our food months ago was kneeling beside me.

He appeared to be in the middle of what looked like a warzone.

“Hello,” he chirped. “Glad that you finally got to make it back with us.”

I swallowed hard past the nausea and felt the whirl of my baby in my belly.

Oh, holy God.

The baby.

Harker.

Was he okay?

Moving was a good thing, right?

“Us?” I croaked.

“Well, me.” He shrugged. “I think your bodyguard is alive, too. But I am currently kneeling on him.”

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