Lucky nodded, moved back and gave Bates space to work.
He held her hand in both of his while the cage rocked and swayed as it raced to the hospital.
He wasn’t a praying man but it seemed to be the time to start.
Praying silently he watched as Bates worked on his old lady.
He prayed for her but at the same time he prayed for his son.
Prayed that Rider would find him alive and bring him home.
THIRTY SEVEN
Lucky
Hospital
He hadn’t realised the cage carrying Cole had followed them to the hospital. Only saw it when they came to a stop at the front door of the trauma centre. Two teams stood waiting on them. One team rushed to them as soon as they stopped and had the doors open. Bates was talking fast giving them an update on Harper’s condition. It was only when he listened to him that he realised how serious her stab wounds were. She had been stabbed twice in the abdomen.
Lucky didn’t like the looks on the faces of the waiting doctor and nurses. Not at all. Thankfully they didn’t hesitate and quickly had his woman transferred to the gurney. They rushed her through the doors. He ran with them, keeping a hand on Harper’s foot, holding on. Dive right by his side.
He was never letting her go again.
“Sir, you can’t come with us past this point.” A nurse said gently as she put her hand over his. “We’ll take good care of her.”
Reluctantly he let go and stepped back.
He was surrounded by his brothers when a nurse hesitantly stepped up with a clipboard and held it out to him.
“We need her particulars, if you could please fill in the forms for us.” She said as he took it from her.
He stood there, the damned thing held in his bloody hands and stared down at papers that now had his woman’s blood on them, the words all running together. A hand reached out and took it out of his slack hands.
“I’ve got this, I’ll fill them in.” Asa Malone said then turned to the hovering nurse. “Is there a place where we can wait? There are quite a few of us and more will be coming.”
Her eyes widened and she quickly gave them directions.
Harper was already out of the trauma centre and on her way into surgery. Lucky with Dive and Bates sticking close blindly followed Ren to the elevator. They rode up to the surgical floor and went to the waiting room outside the theatres. Asa and one of his men stayed at reception, filling in the forms the hospital required.
The waiting room slowly filled up with his brothers, all coming to show their support.
He felt it, felt the rage surging in the room and looked up. Rider stood in the door with Bollywood, Bones and Mamba. They looked wild and pissed off.
Rider’s tee and jeans was covered in blood. The brother was as white as a fucking sheet, his teeth clenched tightly. He looked at Lucky, his eyes burning as he slowly shook his head from side to side.
What did it mean?
Didn’t they find his boy?
Or did they find him and he didn’t…
He stood. “Tell me.”
Rider came to him, he could almost feel the silence in the room as he waited.
“We found where they held him but before we could get to him we were attacked. We fought and almost had him when Pablo Mendez used his men as cover to run out with him. Couldn’t shoot the bastard because he was holding Ry.” He shook his head. “I’m sorry, brother, sorry I couldn’t bring him home. He was unhurt and the fucker took care to handle him gently. I know it doesn’t make it better but at least we know he’s not hurting him.”
Rage and despair battled to take him under, but he couldn’t let it. He had to be strong for his old lady because when she came out of surgery and woke up he would have to tell her. Tell her that Pablo Mendez has their son.