Page 215 of Rogue Riders Duet

He’s on me in a flash, fury in motion, ready to throw another punch, but then Delacroix drags him off me, stepping between us.

“Please, Dane! Please don’t!” Alaina is clinging to Dane’s arm, sobbing. I’ve never heard her cry like this, never seen her plead.

Delacroix extends a hand to me, and I take it with the one not clamped over my nose. He hauls me upright and only lets go when I stop swaying on my feet.

Piper is now holding onto Dane’s other arm, holding him back with Alaina, while Fisher slots himself beside Delacroix, who gives me a once-over and grimaces. “You’re bleeding like hell, Papi.”

Yeah, I can feel it. Or rather, the pain, because agony is coiling behind my face.

No bike crash ever hurt this badly, and I’m not new to pain.

“Oh cherié.” Élise appears in front of me, cradling my face with cool hands. “It’s broken. You need to go to the hospital.”

I shake her off as gently as I can, making my brain hurt too. My hand wipes at the blood, but it only smears. I probably look like the wreck I am.

Dane is still roaring behind them. “Get him the fuck out of here or I swear⁠—”

I’ve never seen him like this, not even with Raine when we were teens.

But this is different.

This is betrayal with a name. My name.

I glance at Alaina, who’s still crying, tears streaming down her pretty face. She looks like her heart is in pieces, and all of it traces back to me.

I did that to her.

To them.

To the Crews siblings—my family. I can see the hurt and betrayal in both their eyes.

But I swear, I’m going to fix this.

“I’m sorry,” is all I manage to mutter, though, eyes still on Alaina as Dane tries to breathe through his rage.

She shakes her head at me when I turn, leaving blood on the floor, broken trust in the air, and the only people who ever made me feel like I belonged in my wake as I almost run out of the house.

I stumble down the driveway, the cold air biting at the blood, which is still slick across my face. My hands shake, my ribs ache, and my head is pounding from more than just the punch.

The silence out here feels like judgment, and every crunch of gravel under my shoes sounds too loud.

I deserved that hit and probably a hell of a lot more, but I still can’t breathe right from watching her cry for me.

Reaching the end of the driveway, I drag my hand down my face and flinch when my fingers come away slick with fresh blood.

I should call a cab to the hospital. Get checked out. Maybe let them stitch up what Dane cracked open.

But first, this.

Pulling out my phone, I blink through the ache in my head as I scroll through contacts. It takes longer than it should to find the name I need.

Why not ruin my life completely today?

Kevin’s name stares back at me, and for a moment, my thumb hovers.

Then I hit call.

FaceTime rings twice before his face appears, and his brows go up instantly. “Whoa. What happened to you?” I open my mouth, but he cuts me off. “Wait, wait. I’ll grab Rach.”