Page 87 of Fallen Legacy

We turn around a corner,and I brake at speed, causing the car to slide slightly. My heart drops into my stomach as I take in Eliza’s car smashed into a tree with smoke wafting into the cold dark night.

“Holy fuck!” Rafe exclaims as we both jump out of the car and rush over to the wreckage.

Tony and his men have a crowbar out and are attempting to pry open her door.

I rush over to the driver's window. It’s smashed in and she’s unconscious, with blood dripping from her head down onto her face.

“It looks like the passenger side took the brunt of the crash. We need to get them out pronto. This car’s going to blow,” Rafe warns us all.

“Get another crowbar from my boot,” Tony orders, throwing Rafe his keys.

“Scar, baby, can you hear me?” I say softly, stroking her cheek and wiping the deep red blood from her pale face. Fuck! I can’t lose her. I need her. I need her like I need fucking air to breathe. I knew I cared for her, but that’s not true. That doesn’t describe the depths of what I feel for her. She has my whole fucking twisted heart in her hands.

“Here,” Rafe says, shoving the crowbar into my hand. We get both the bars in place and Tony and I pull on the crowbars as hard as we can. Rafe holds the top of the door and pulls with me. It resists at first, but then it opens with a groan. I throw the bar to the floor. My only focus is her. I unbuckle her belt. We shouldn’t move her really in case she has a spinal injury, but Rafe’s right there’s leaking fuel and the smoke is getting stronger. I lean into the mangled car, and with my hands around her waist, I half drag her out. Rafe grabs her legs and together we move her away from the wreckage, laying her gently on the floor. I lift her head and place the blanket that Rafe hands me under her head. I check her pulse. Thank God, it’s strong and steady. Rafe is on the phone to the ambulance service. Headlights come to a stop behind us and Vee and Seb rush from their car and over to us, both of them in shock at what they are seeing.

“Can you watch her?” I ask Vee, my eyes reaching hers and I see the same anguish I feel reflected in hers.

“With my life,” she assures me, taking Scar’s hand and holding it in hers. I race back to the car and aid Tony and his men in the attempts to free Damon. His side of the car has taken the worst of the hit. The front is crumpled up around his legs. Flames ignite from the bonnet, and we all share a concerned look, knowing we are on borrowed time.

“He’s stuck,” Tony states as he attempts to lift Damon’s leg from the mangled metal. Flames lick up at where Damon’s feet are, and we know are all out of time.

“Okay, you two grab him and slide his upper body out. I think if we can angle him, I might be able to get his feet out.” Seb reaches in under Damon’s mangled legs and curses as the flames catch at his hand.

By some miracle we get him free and carry him quickly to lay him beside where my whole fucking world is, pale and unconscious.

Boom!

Two seconds later the car bursts into flames and we all stare in shock knowing how close things got back there. In the distance I hear sirens and I thank the big man upstairs that help is on its way.

Tony is busy checking Damon over. I grab some water for Seb and he pours it over his burning hand, wincing in pain as the cold water meets his skin.

“Eliza,” Damon mumbles, his eyes open and he looks around in panic as he tries to get his bearings.

“She’s okay, man,” Rafe tells him, gesturing with his head to where my girl lays.

“The baby,” he mumbles, turning his head and looking at Scarlet.

“Baby? What the fuck are you talking about, man?” Rafe asks him, looking up at me with a confused frown. I shrug my shoulders.

“The baby. She’s pregnant,” Damon says. His eyes roll backwards, and he groans in pain. “The baby, she’s sixteen weeks gone.”

I look from Silver to my girl as his words sink in and I see red. I shove Rafe out of the way and, injured or not, I grab Silver by the scruff of his neck. He cries out in agony, but I’m not concerned about his pain right now.

“What the fuck are you saying? Is it yours, fucker?”

Damon coughs, and blood pools on his lips. “Baby, save them both. Promise me.” He grasps his hand around mine, where I hold his jacket in a firm grip.

“Okay, sir, can you step away from the patient please and let us check him over? He needs urgent care.”

I’ve been so lost in my emotions I haven’t even noticed the two ambulances arrive. Rising to my feet, I take a step back and let them crowd around Damon and start their observations. Two paramedics are by Scarlet, checking her over and providing her with emergency care. I stumble towards them, lost in a haze of shock.

“She’s pregnant,” I tell them. “Sixteen weeks.”

Rafe grips my shoulder in support from behind me as we all stand back and watch helplessly as they do their job.

I turn to Vee, “Did you know?”

Vee swallows and nods her head. “I’ve known since the engagement party.” Vee steps into my space and looks up at me. “She was planning to tell you. I swear, I think she just wanted some time to get used to the idea herself first.”

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