Total pages in book: 57
Estimated words: 54705 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 274(@200wpm)___ 219(@250wpm)___ 182(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 54705 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 274(@200wpm)___ 219(@250wpm)___ 182(@300wpm)
“It’s over,” I tell her, kissing the top of her head.
“You promise?” She looks up at me through her thick lashes.
“I promise.” I grin down at her.
Chapter Twenty-Five
carnage
“Try not to pull these ones.” The doc smiles down at me, sewing the last stitch in place and bandaging my wounds back up.
We came back to Jameson’s to get cleaned up and medicated. The police finally showed at the club, so we’re staying clear until Rage and Ink get everything ironed out.
“They’re taking Drew in for a C-section,” Jameson announces, holding a phone to his ear.
“Is she okay?” Doc asks, taping the last piece of bandage in place on my lower abdomen.
“Yeah, but the baby is in distress so they want to get him out.” He holds his hand up like he doesn’t have a fucking clue what any of it means.
“What about Prez?” I ask, groaning as I shift to a sitting position. Now that the adrenaline has worn off, the pain has returned and the meds haven’t kicked in yet.
Jameson paces the floor, talking into his phone, asking a million and one questions to whoever the fuck’s on the other end. “Forty-eight staples?” he says, raising a brow and looking over at me. “Going to be a killer scar,” he grunts. “Okay, keep me posted about Drew.” Ending the call, he says, “His thigh’s fucked up, but they’ve stapled it back together and he should be fine. Drews went into early labor and they said the baby needs to come out now so they’re taking her into surgery.”
“That’s procedure if the baby is in destress,” Doc says.
“Isn’t it too early?” Jameson asks, running a hand through his hair, stress lines crinkling his eyes.
“She’s thirty-seven weeks, it’s fine. We should get there, though. Alec won’t be able to go in with her. She’ll need one of us,” Doc says, gathering her equipment and putting it back in her bag.
“Right.” Jameson nods his head. “Can you stay here with the girls?” he asks me.
I take it as a sign of acceptance and trust. We may have started out at odds with each other, but by the end of the day, we both proved Ruby’s safety and the club’s honor is our priority. “Of course.” I wasn’t planning on going anywhere without Ruby anyway, and she needs rest.
“Let’s go.” Doc hurries him before opening my palm and placing a bottle of pills. “Two every four hours,” she orders with a firm look.
“Thanks, Doc.”
The front door crashes closed behind their hurried departure. I unscrew the bottle cap and toss two tablets into my mouth, walking to the kitchen to grab some water.
The sun creeps through the kitchen blinds, an orange glow lightening the side of Lily’s face when I find her in there eating from a packet of Cheetos.
Killing makes me hungry too.
“Want to share?” I ask, folding my arms and leaning my ass against the counter.
“Not really,” she scoffs, orange crumbs flaking across her bottom lip. “Where are they going?” she asks, seeing Jameson and the Doc in the front yard.
“Hospital. Drew’s having her kid,” I state.
“Huh, giving life after a night of death. Kind of poetic,” she muses, pushing the packet across the counter to me before brushing her hands together to rid herself of the dust.
“What are you going to do now that your little helper Idiot is dead?” I ask her. The question jars her.
Swivelling to face me, she narrows her eyes. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“It was you who switched out the envelopes—a favor for a favor,” I surmise. I’d been thinking about who was in the shop that day. If it wasn’t PB in on it with Idiot then someone else replaced the file. There was no way it was Jameson, so it had to be her.
Her gaze flits to the knife block the moment she realizes I’ve figured her out. I’d be lying if I said the darkness in her didn’t speak to the darkness in me. This kid has been through some shit and took matters into her own hands. I relate to and respect that.
“What favor could I want from him?” She takes a step toward the knife block.
Would she really try to take me out after everything?
“Getting rid of the bodies in your basement.” I study her, looking for any remorse or fear inside her. She’s a blank canvas.
“Does Ruby know?” she asks, looking behind me to see if Ruby has come out the shower yet.
“No one does, and I’m happy for it to stay that way,” I inform her, nodding my head to the knife block. “You can’t take me, and you don’t need to.”
“Why would you keep my secret? What do you want in return?” She squints her eyes at me.
“For what you did for Ruby. I know it was you who initiated your escape from Fisher. You’re her sister and she cares about you. I’m trusting you had your reasons for doing what you did to your grandparents.”