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Chapter 24

Thunder

I quickly pull out the slab as I hear Scottie trying to take deep breaths and ignore the dead body next to her. I quickly wrap my arms underneath her and lift her off the slab, her body fucking freezing, and she cries, her whole body shaking.

“I’ve got you baby, I’ve got you,” I choke as I hold her tight, and I hear Axel growl, “We’ve got her, the fucker put her in the morgue, he wanted her to suffocate to death.”

“C-C-cold,” she trembles, and I lock my jaw as Dr. Thomas wraps a blanket around her, then gently cups her cheek and murmurs, “Look at me, sweetheart, let me take a look at your pupil reaction.”

Scottie does as she’s asked, and Dr. Thomas shines a light, causing her to flinch, and his jaw ticks as he grunts, “She has a concussion,” before he asks, “Scottie, did you lose consciousness?”

“Hmm,” she mumbles as she tries to press herself further into me and fuck, Kavan didn’t get enough torture. I should have made him fucking suffer for days.

“She has a severe concussion and has a large bump on the side of her head where the fucker hit her,” Dr. Thomas grunts, “Let’s get her to the clubhouse so I can do a full workup.”

“Why can’t you do it here?” Dad asks with concern, and Dr. Thomas replies, “Because no one knows she was taken, and it’ll draw attention.”

“Two prospects have brought one of the club’s trucks, I’ll drive. Thunder, you keep hold of your girl. Everyone else will surround the vehicle while the prospects ride our bikes back,” Axel states, and I nod and Scottie mumbles, “Sammie…”

“Fuck, she really does have that mothering instinct for Sammie, doesn’t she?” Lorenzo chokes, and Dad says, “He’s at the clubhouse.”

“Let’s ride out and quick,” Axel commands, “Doc, show us the way out without being seen.”

***

“How is she?” I ask lowly, staring at my girl as Dr. Thomas continues his check.

Doc grunts, “Fucking lucky, he could have killed her with the hit to the head alone, but to be locked up in that freezer, fuck…”

“I need to get her home,” I mutter, the all-consuming feeling to drag her back to the Wincher clubhouse, a place I know I can keep her safe grabbing at me hard.

I know I killed Kavan, I know I killed that fucker from the convenience store who wanted her, but I can’t kill her sister. Something tells me, once she hears about Kavan running with all her money, she’s going to go after Scottie and Sammie. I just fucking know it.

“Just say when and we’ll leave,” Doc states firmly, and I swallow the lump forming.

Sammie is currently with Annie, playing with the kids in the common room, his grandfather staying close. Scottie’s house is nearly packed up, and Demon, because I’m no longer calling the little shit Felix after he pissed in my boots this morning, is in a crate asleep next to the bed my girl is lying on.

She went unconscious on the ride back, and fuck, I panicked. Axel had to pull over for Dr. Thomas to do a check before we made our way back.

Her body had given up, it was drained, and she allowed sleep to take her now that she was with me. Or that is what Dr. Thomas said during my fucking panic attack.

“I want to marry her now, I don’t want to wait,” I whisper. “We don’t need anything fancy, you’ll just have to get yourself ordained because I can’t think of anyone better to do the ceremony, and Sammie can spend his final night with his grandparents.”

“You think that is wise?” Doc asks with caution, and I retort, “You marrying us or Sammie spending the night with his grandparents?”

“You really think I’d allow you to get married by someone else?” he snorts, then confirms, “Sammie spending the night with his grandparents. Rachel is still there.”

I slowly lick my bottom lip. “She isn’t aware of what that fucker supposedly did yet, and won’t find out until tomorrow when Lorenzo drops hints. I trust Marshall, kind of. He promised Sammie a camp out in the living area, and we’ll pick him up on the way through to Wincher. I’ll have to hire a trailer to tow my bike back, Scottie can’t drive,” I say.

Am I happy about leaving Sammie for the night? Fuck no, but I also understand his need to spend one more night with him.

“Okay, we’ll do the ceremony in two hours, that’ll give time for Marshall to get his wife here and for me to convince your sister she can only attend on FaceTime,” Doc mutters, and I nod as I look over my girl.

She has a large bump on the side of her head as well as a cut, and she’s pale, but her chest is moving. That is the only thing keeping me sane right now.

“She’s going to be alright,” Doc says, and I nod just as his phone rings, and he checks the ID before sighing, “It’s Brit…”

“Sounds like her ears have been ringing,” I mutter and he snorts before he answers, “Tinkerbell,” and puts her on loudspeaker.