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“No!” I screamed, about to launch myself at them but two arms wrapped around my chest and held me back. I fought to get to her as they rushed her away.

“Let them do their job,” Deacon yelled in my ear. “You can’t do anything now, just let them do their job.”

I pushed his arms off me, breathing hard as I spun around to face him. He stared me down, not many men would have the balls to do that, but he did. My respect for him raised a little. I pushed past him, slamming my fist into the wall as I passed back through the doors into the waiting room. Parents ushered their kids away from me and men and women made space as I paced. Deacon followed me, dropping into a chair and ripping his cap off his head.

“This is fucked up,” he muttered.

I ignored him, I didn’t have time to think about what the hell he was feeling. It didn’t matter to me. Chelsea was mine, I was meant to protect her and I had let her fucking down.

Deacon pulled his phone from his pocket, dialing a number and holding it to his ear.

“Yeah,” he said, scrubbing his head. “No pulse, they’re working on her now.” His head bobbed as he listened to the person on the other line.

“Alive? Yeah...” He looked up at me. “Wasn’t them. Get them in for questioning and let them go.” He talked for a little bit longer before hanging up. His body was tense and he held his head in his hands.

“What going to happen to Rose?” I asked, curious. I knew even though she had shit on the club and on Chelsea, that my girl would still defend her. She’d been manipulated and lied to by her own father. She had some serious shit going on in her head, shit that would need a long time in therapy to sort out. But she’d get there. I wanted to strangle her, yell and fucking scream for putting Chelsea in this position, but she was just a pawn in a bigger game of chess.

“She’ll be questioned. Find out what her involvement was.” He shrugged. “There something I need to know?”

“Her daddy was a fucking asshole.”

He nodded. “Noted.”

Time seemed to slow. I finally got tired of walking the length of the small room and dropped myself into a chair. My leg bounced nervously and I couldn’t keep my hands still. It was hard for me to tell myself that she could make it out of this alive. Even I knew the prognosis was dim at best. My chest ached and I wanted to be sick.

She deserved more than this. She wanted to be something. She had dreams and aspirations, and she was determined to make something of herself despite the constant disappointments and heartache that her life had handed her. Me included.

How would I live when she was the air that I breathed? The thought of being without her made me feel like I was suffocating.

The doors that led to the corridor where they’d taken her opened and I was on my feet instantly. The doctors eyes found mine and I could see in his eyes that it wasn’t good. I felt like I was floating as my body moved forward.

This wasn’t it.

I would know, I would know if she was gone.

He tucked his clipboard under his arm and took a deep breath. “She had a broken rib and a collapsed lung. She flat lined more than once and we managed to bring her back, but she’s been rushed into surgery. We can hope for the best, there’s a chance she’ll make it out. But the reality is, she’s been without oxygen for a while. How that’s affected her brain we aren’t sure.”

Everything started spinning. “She…she might be brain dead?”

His lips pursed. “There is a possibility, yes. Best case, her brain is affected and she may have some memory loss or need physical therapy if it has affected her ability to move her body.”

I tried to nod but everything was turning and my body felt off kilter. My legs gave way, but I didn’t hit the ground, someone caught and dragged me to a seat. I was struggling to breathe and I heard the doctor ask if they needed to step in.

“He’s okay. It’s fine.” I heard Harmony’s voice and she appeared kneeling on the floor in front of me. “Big bad bikers don’t pass out, Op. I’m sure that’s written in the bylaws somewhere.” She tried to smile, but I could see the sadness in her eyes. She’d heard it all.

“Yeah, man. You’ll ruin our rep,” I heard Kit joke. His hand gripped my shoulder and he squeezed.

“She could be brain dead,” I choked.

“Doctor said she’ll be in surgery for at least a couple hours,” Harmony said, her hand on my leg.

“Optimus.” I looked up. Deacon stood behind Harmony, his cap back on his head and a hard expression on his face. “I’m going to need you to come down and make a statement and also pick up your boys.”

“Yeah,” I growled. I eyed Harmony and Kit.

She reached out to touch her Old Man’s arm. “Go with him. I’ll wait for news on Chelsea.”

He drew her close and pressed his lips to hers. I had to look away, the pain in my chest beginning to elevate.

I stood up and my eyes met with Deacon. We may be on different sides, but we had one thing in common that brought us together—we wanted revenge for Chelsea.

“I’ll find a way to give you your shot at Marco. But you can’t kill him,” he said as we walked out the doors.

There were a few bikes lined up outside—Kit’s men. They dipped their heads and I acknowledged their show of support. I cleared my throat, these may not have been my boys, but they were my brothers and having them at my back filled me with strength.

“No, but I’m gonna make him wish he was dead.”

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