“No,” Drake growled as the blood drained from his face. He staggered with Autumn, and Phoe and Poker supported him. Drake placed Autumn carefully down as we began making our way to the closest people.
“O God, Drake, the kids!” Phoe cried as she laid eyes on a small huddle of children. “The asshole even attacked the babies.”
She dropped to the floor and picked up a baby who couldn’t be older than six months. Phoe hugged it tightly as she gazed wildly around. “Why won’t they wake up?” she screamed.
“Judas knocked them unconscious.”
A mind touched mine, and I spun to face the entrance. Drake pulled a weapon at my reaction and held it steadily.
“Royal Bastards MC, Camden Chapter!” someone called, and the door opened slowly. “Drake, Warden sent us; he had a premonition.”
Drake kept the gun on him, but I relaxed. “Noble!” I acknowledged, and he nodded.
“You recognise him?” Drake asked. I glanced behind Noble and sighed in relief.
“All of them. Warden sent those who could help. Romeo, they’ve been knocked unconscious psychically; we need to wake them up,” I said calmly.
“Permission?” Romeo asked Drake.
“Are you like Belladonna?” Drake demanded.
“A telepath? Yes. Noble can raise a shield and is blocking any further attacks on you. We’ve got Undertaker, Bogeyman, and Slasher with us,” Romeo introduced as they entered the clubhouse.
“Shit, the asshole hit hard,” Slasher muttered, gazing around.
“Wake the brothers up first. The women next, and then the children,” I ordered.
“No probs,” Romeo said, appearing happy to follow instructions.
Slasher and Stitch began checking people for injuries. A couple of times, they stopped, and I saw their hands glow as they healed minor wounds. Meanwhile, Poker tapped Noble and amplified his power, and the man was almost glowing himself.He kept staring at her in amazement. No doubt her secret was out.
Romeo, Bogeyman and I walked around and awakened the sleeping brothers. Undertaker projected calmness as men awakened and found their families unresponsive. There was an undercurrent of anger which Undertaker allowed, but he kept the lid on anyone blowing their stack. He also controlled women’s concern when they woke. Instead of panicking that their children were unconscious, they were merely concerned.
“He’d be fuckin’ great at riot containment,” Drake muttered to Phoe as I headed towards her and touched the baby’s head. The baby blinked, opened her eyes, stared, wrinkled her nose, and pooped.
“Yup, here you go,” Phoe said, passing her over to a woman I thought was the mom.
“Should we take our families home?” Ace inquired as Bogeyman sat down in an armchair. The Royal Bastard enforcer closed his eyes.
“He okay?” Phoe asked.
“Yes. Bogeyman isn’t as strong as us. It drains him quicker than Belladonna or me,” Slasher replied, putting a hand on Bogeyman’s shoulder. In turn, Poker touched him, and we all saw Slasher’s weariness disappear.
“Holy crap, woman, that’s better than getting laid,” Slasher exclaimed. “Watch her, I might steal her away.”
“Try it, you’ll wake up with your throat slit,” Nun retorted mildly.
Slasher eyed her before shuddering. “Heard about you, Nun.”
“Everything was sorely understated in the retelling,” Nun quipped, and Slasher chuckled before continuing to heal Bogeyman.
“Judas made his move, and we weren’t ready,” Drake said, rubbing the back of his neck.
“One second, do we need to evacuate the clubhouse?”
“No,” Romeo and I said together. To my surprise, Romeo motioned for me to continue. “That’s what Judas wants. You separated and circling the wagons. With Romeo here and Noble, he won’t get through the shield. That’s really going to annoy him. Stay here, have the potluck; it will tip Judas over the edge. But is there enough space for everyone to sleep?”
“No, not with the Hellions,” Drake answered.
