“Still. I want her watched. Valid!” Feral barked out.
“On it!” Valid said, running from the room in an effort to catch up with Alison.
“Now what?” Savage asked.
“Now I stand here applying pressure to the wound until they get back with the soldering iron and we pray it works,” Feral said.
Rance looked over at Gwen lying beside him, pale, helpless. He lifted his hand just enough to curl around her fingers. “It’s going to be alright,” he whispered.
“Alison, is that her name?” Feral asked.
“The girl that went after the soldering iron? Yeah. She’ll be right back. She knows exactly what she’s looking for. She’s one of our employees that uses the soldering iron every day at work.”
Feral nodded.
“You alright, my buddy?” Frenzy asked.
“I’m trying to be alright,” Rance said.
“Want to go to Missouri and kick the shit out of the Pride that fucked with your girl’s Pride?”
“Hell, yeah!” Rance said.
“Thought you might,” Frenzy said.
“S’im?” a little boy could be heard asking, the sound of a smile coloring his voice.
“Yes! We’re going to swim!” Findley said.
“Cweam?” another asked.
“Cweam? You want more ice cream?” Brinnley asked.
Both little boys clapped and laughed.
“Mommy cweam?” one of them asked.
“Mommy’s taking a nap, baby. But we’ll give her some ice cream when she wakes up, okay?” Findley said.
“Mommy s’im?” the other boy asked.
“When she wakes up she’ll swim. But we’re going to swim right now!”
Both boys clapped and laughed.
“Don’t let them see this,” Jack said, looking from Draven to the stairs.
Draven moved into place to keep the boys from seeing their mother lying on the table.
Steve moved to stand beside Draven, and Savage and some of his SOT Team did the same, with some of them even standing behind Draven and Steve to make it harder for the kids to manage to see anything.
Findley led the way with one boy on her hip, Brinnley followed with the second on her hip.
“You alright?” Draven asked as Brinnley passed him.
She glanced his way and nodded with tears in her eyes.
“You sure?” he asked, taking a step toward her.
