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My fingers flew across the keys as I sent a quick, urgent message, praying he still had the same phone number. I warned him not to try my cell since I was sure to get it confiscated.
“Who are you texting?” Bryce’s low whisper sounded wheezy.
Shit. He was hurt, bad.
I added another text asking Beck to send an ambulance too.
“Beck. How hurt are you?” I asked, concerned.
“I’ll be fine.”
“Sure you will.” stupid biker. “I can hear your lungs. They sound like you might have punctured one.”
“Yeah,” he answered dryly. “It was all me.”
I rolled my eyes. “Listen you stubborn idiot,” I began, thinking he reminded me an awful lot of Pete right now. “You’re hurt and any minute now we’ll be stopping. I don’t know what they have planned but don’t get any heroic ideas. You’re too badly hurt.”
He smirked and winced as the van swerved to the right and we collided, “As much as I enjoy your company doll, I’m not really up for the physical exertion. Of course, if you flashed those perky tits I might become a little more motivated.”
My eyes narrowed as he chuckled low. Sighing, I slipped my phone into my back pocket and lay down next to Bryce. He sounded worse. Maybe if I took up enough space in the van on the floor with my body he wouldn’t roll around so much.
“What are you doing?” he hissed as I spread out and tried to keep him still on the left side.
We hit a ditch or pothole and lifted off the ground before slamming back down. My arms shot out and kept him still as the movement settled.
“Keeping you from dying!” I whisper yelled. Oh yeah, it’s definitely a thing.
“Don’t worry about me. I’m a survivor.”
My eyes swept over the long scar traveling down the left side of his face. I shivered, not from disgust of his looks but from the man who could inflict such cruelty, “Was it Striker?”
He shrugged but then winced in pain, “Does it matter? It’s been a constant all my life.”
Oh God, “I’m sorry Bryce.”
He waved my words away, but I could tell he wasn’t used to anyone caring about him, “Rae, you’re the weirdest girl I’ve ever met, but I think I understand why Edge loves you so much.”
I’d been trying not to think of him up until this moment. Tears stung the back of my eyes, but I wouldn’t let them fall. I wasn’t giving up, and neither was Bryce.
“We’re making it out of here and we’re going to survive, so grow a pair of balls and suck it up buttercup. You’re stuck with me.”
He coughed a little and I heard the wheezing again, “I’ll remember that later.” The threat was sort of empty considering we were both probably going to die.
“I’m sure you will,” I retorted, worried about his condition. “You just make sure you survive.”
“Got it, sweet stuff.”
Chapter 43
I was fucked.
There was no way I could get to Rae easily. Striker and Rafe had an agenda, and I was both pissed and freaking out at the thought my girl could be hurt. Agitated, my teeth ground together as my jaw clenched. I dared any motherfucker to attempt to harm Rae. I’d die to save her, but I wasn’t going down without a fight.
We pulled into Dick’s Scrapyard and headed toward the back of the large rundown lot to an old warehouse. Minutes later all of us were packed into the building where a few sporadic chairs and rope took center stage. I let out a breath and prepared to let loose on the first guy to try and hold me down. No way was I being tied up, Rae either. Mack? I couldn’t give a fuck.
Mack and Rae were shoved in two of the chairs, Bryce the third. He was clutching his side and appeared to be in more pain than before. He was pale, his face pinched with exertion and the effort to stay upright. I ca
ught his gaze and he nodded, so slight I almost missed it. Damn, he was a tough fucker. Pride swelled in my chest. My brother could handle his shit like a pro.
