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It was wrong of me to miss that fire.
“Why’d you leave her?” Voss asked, but suddenly, there were feet storming up the steps.
Voss and I both shot up, knowing running was never a good thing. Cary burst into the room with his phone to his ear as Fallon and Danny came through from the kitchen.
And then he said words that had my heart freezing in my chest.
“Finn and Louana are shot.”
I swear I almost blacked out at those words.
But then Dezi was rushing through the living room, barking out an address.
Then I was running too. Out the door. Across the yard. To my bike.
I wasn’t even fully aware of driving through town.
My mind could only process one thing right then.
Louana was shot.
I probably should have been freaked out about Finn. He was practically a cousin to me. I’d grown up with him. He was my biker brother too.
But my mind was only on Louana, at the idea of a bullet wedged in her.
It seemed like forever, though it was only a few minutes across town.
And as I drove down the street, there it was.
Blood on the cement, steadily drying in the sun.
My chest was tight as I flew off my bike and toward the building where I saw Seth waiting in the doorway.
“Where is she?” I barked as I flew up the stairs, hearing the bikes rumbling up behind me. Likely Fallon and the others, coming to check on Finn.
“Bathroom. Won’t open the door.”
I didn’t even pause, I rushed through and into the apartment, taking note of Finn and his blood-soaked shoulder, but making my way to the closed door in the hall, pounding on it.
“Lulu,” I said, trying to keep the panic out of my voice. “Open the door,” I added, voice softer, more coaxing.
I was about ready to break it down when I heard the lock slide.
Thank fuck.
I turned the knob and moved inside, finding her standing near the sink, her body half folded forward.
“Hey,hey,” I said, having to close the door to get fully inside. “It’s okay. You’re gonna be alright,” I assured her. Because she had to be. There was no other option. “Where are you hit?” I asked, gaze moving over her, seeing blood on her hands, but not sure where it was coming from. “Lulu,” I said when she didn’t answer me.
On a low whimper, she slowly turned so her other side faced me, inviting my gaze to move over that side of her body.
And there was blood all down her pant leg, but it seemed to be originating from, well, her upper hip or ass area.
“Shit,” I hissed.
“No, don’t touch me,” she hissed when I moved closer.
“Lulu, come on,” I said, reaching for her pants again. “It’s me or one of the others,” I told her. “And it’s nothing I haven’t seen before,” I reminded her.
