“Can’t,” I gasp, “because t-this shit hurts…”
“Shit, we need to get him back to the clubhouse,” Psycho snaps, “but funny enough, yours is fucking closer. Can you stabilize him?”
“I-I don’t fucking know,” Crash panics as dizziness takes hold, my girls' mesmerizing dark green eyes hitting.
“I-I should have claimed Clark sooner,” I choke full of regret.
“No!” Crash snaps just as I hear my dad shout,“Miles!” and Psycho says, “You’re a resident, right, brother? Tell him how to stabilize you, now before you pass out!”
I feel someone skid beside me before my dad grabs my face, and he panics, “What happened?”
“Lick step back!” Crash demands before anyone can say anything, and he pulls him back as I groan. Crash takes his place and demands, “Okay, brother, tell me what to do,”
***
“Trick!” I hear screamed as I’m carried through the clubhouse doors just as Cage demands, “Okay, fill me in.”
“Crash stabilized him with his help,” I hear Psycho explain, just as I hear Crash snap, “Answer your fucking phone, Belle!” and I lean my head to the side, the struggle to breathe fucking difficult.
“Let me get to my man!” I hear Lavender cry, and if I wasn’t in so much fucking pain, I’d roll my eyes.
“Fuck off he isn’t your man and claiming him like that will have you thrown out of the club!” I hear my mom snap, which is just shocking, and I feel myself being lowered onto a bed, and I groan again.
“The bullet is still in his chest, and Belle isn’t answering, we need Clark,” Crash chokes just as I hear him say, “Little sis, I need you not to panic.”
“Fuck me, he did not just say that to Trick's wife,” Psycho mutters, and yeah, I do manage to roll my eyes this time.
“She’s going to-to skin him,” I choke and Psycho chuckles, though it sounds forced and he inspects my wound as I close my eyes, my dad’s, “Son, fucking stay with me, you need to tell us what to do next,” but I don’t listen, needing a little nap just as I hear Cage state, “Little bird, I need a huge favor, can you get Willow from school and keep her at ours? Trick’s been shot.”
Chapter 23
Clark
“This cannot be happening,” I whisper as I stare at the pregnancy test on the counter, my mouth suddenly dry.
All night, nausea and dizzy spells have hit me, along with exhaustion, and I pushed it aside, thinking maybe it was because it was my first night as a trainee, but as the night went on, it got worse, and I got to thinking…
When was my last damn period?
And I realized it was before Miles and I slept together again.
“We’ve barely started seeing if this could work. Now… oh crap,” I groan as I sit heavily on the toilet seat.
Crap. Crap. Crap.
I’ve just started training, I’ve just begun learning how to do my dream job, and now…
“Oh, damn you, Miles, and your stupid sperm!” I groan as I drop my head, running my fingers through my hair.
I’m not ready for another child yet and I don’t think he is either.
I check the test again. Still two lines, clear as day.
Shaking my head, I grab my phone and bring up Belle’s number because, well, I need my friend.
I press her number and put the phone on speaker, and it rings as I glare at the pregnancy test, willing it to change, but the test doesn’t, and my friend doesn’t answer her phone. Instead, it goes to voicemail, and I groan again.
Crap, she’s probably still asleep.
