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“Blood. So much blood.” Her chin wobbled, not even mentioning anything about the fact that it was bikers going into the room unannounced.
Tray came out a moment later. “It’s Jaron.”
“What?” I rushed past him into the room. “Where is he?”
“Greyson, wait,” Tray called out, but I ignored him.
The room wasn’t overly big, so Jaron couldn’t be very far. Where the hell was my son?
That was when I saw Locke and Cheesy in the bathroom. Cheesy was crouched down by an unmoving body.
All blood drained from me, leaving me ice cold as I closed in on them.
When I neared the door to the bathroom, the scene before was like it came right out of a horror movie. Cheesy and Locke stepped aside as I entered the small room. Jaron was lying on the ground in a pool of blood. Another guy was in the bathtub with the shower curtain and rod on his lap. His dead vacant eyes stared back at me, sending a shiver down my spine.
But what bothered me most by the whole situation in front of me, was Brynlee lying beside Jaron. She had a pig soother in her mouth and was covered in blood. But she stared up at me and was sucking on that thing like her life depended on it.
“I searched the body and didn’t find anything,” Cheesy told me.
I crouched by my son and picked Brynlee up. Using my shirt, I wiped the blood off of her face. Jaron was not moving but I could see the faint rise and fall of his chest.
“Boss, I called for an ambulance,” Catch said from behind me.
“Cheesy, your dad still a cop?” I asked, reaching out to check my son’s pulse.
“He is,” Cheesy answered. “I’ll make a call.”
“Alright, Jaron. You need to stay with me. Help is on the way.” I wasn’t sure where he was bleeding from, but I didn’t want to move him in case there were other injuries I didn’t know about.
Brynlee pulled the soother from her mouth, drawing my attention back to her.
I hugged her against me and kissed her head.
“Dada.”
My chest tightened, a lump forming in my throat. “Yes, baby girl. That’s your daddy.”
Brynlee looked up at me with her big gray eyes. “Dada.” Her eyes welled.
I cupped the back of her head and cradled her into my chest. My stomach twisted, a sharp exhale leaving me as a wail left my granddaughter.
Piper
Depression had settled inrather quickly. I stayed in Jaron’s room at the clubhouse while Cyrus and Sammy remained close by. It was probably to make sure that I didn’t do something stupid. I didn’t know because I didn’t ask. I stayed in the bedroom. The scent of his cologne lingered in the room. The smell was faint, but it helped ease some of the anxiety rushing through me.
I didn’t know where he was. No one told me anything. He had gone after Price. Some of the guys had followed him but I didn’t know anything more than that. Had they found him yet? Had they found Brynn?
Time was lost on me the longer I didn’t have my daughter and the man I loved in my arms. I was pissed at him, but I got it. I did. I was mad with the way we left things. He probably thought I blamed him. A part of me did at first. I couldn’t help but admit it. But that didn’t matter. I got over it and just wanted my little family home safe and sound.
I slept off and on, crying myself to sleep only to wake up from a nightmare that I would never see Brynn or Jaron again. I kept dreaming that I could see them but no matter how much I ran toward them, I could never catch them. It made me wake up in a cold sweat with tears streaking my cheeks.
This pain was nothing like when Jaron was in jail. At least then I knew he was alive because Cyrus and Sammy told me so. But now they couldn’t tell me anything because they didn’t know themselves. I had told them to go with the guys to find Jaron, but they refused. They made a promise and no matter what happened, they planned on keeping it.
I cupped my stomach, praying that my unborn baby could survive this stress resting on my muscles. I tried swallowing my emotions, so the baby wouldn’t feel it, but I couldn’t.
Be strong, little one. Please be strong.
One morning, I was restless. I wasn’t sure how much time had passed since I last held my daughter or seen Jaron. Maybe a day. Maybe more. I wasn’t sure. No matter how much I tried to sleep, I couldn’t. So instead, I took a shower, got dressed, and went to see if Cyrus and Sammy had any news for me. But before I could ask any questions, I was stopped short by several members of Hell’s Harlem filling the vast room on the main floor of the clubhouse.
