Page 92 of Never Trust the Living (Battle Crows MC 7)

I didn’t know what to say to that, so I didn’t.

Really, couldn’t.

It was becoming harder and harder to think.

“Dory!”

The sound of Bram’s tortured voice had me wanting to open my eyes despite the pain that I was in.

“Dory, baby! Dory!”

“Guess that’s my cue to go.” Travis stood and leaped off the board and I heard a groan come from the man underneath it. “Have a good one.”

Then he was gone, disappearing as fast as he’d arrived.

There was another groan, but when I tried to turn my head farther, there was such an intense shade of agony that pierced through my skull that I knew there was something seriously wrong with me.

“Dory, oh sweet fuckin’ Jesus,” Bram breathed.

He started to step on the wall that’d partially collapsed on KD, but my weak yell stopped him.

“No,” I cried out. “Davis is under there.”

Bram stepped around it, hefted the wall off of KD, and then turned toward me.

He dropped down to his knees so that he was face to face with me on the ground, lying on his stomach.

That’s when I knew it was really bad.

“I can still feel the baby moving,” I whispered.

He swallowed hard, and I watched his Adam’s apple bob.

“Yeah?” he asked.

For once, he didn’t reach down and touch my stomach.

He didn’t reach and touch me anywhere.

And it was then that I knew that I was about to die.

“H-how bad is it?” I asked him.

He swallowed hard again, and I watched his face turn a shade paler.

“Bad,” he murmured. “Can you feel your legs?”

Now that he mentioned it… no.

Was that a good thing or a bad thing?

There was another groan from beside me and KD came up to an elbow and stared at me blankly.

He turned his head to study Bram, realized who Bram was, then turned his head back to me so fast that I knew there was something wrong with how I looked.

His eyes widened in horror as he took me in, and I knew that I would die right where I was at.

If I looked that bad…

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