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CHAPTER EIGHT
Two days later
– IVAR –
“Ready?” I ask as I shut the stall door to the pen of the mare I was grooming.
Medley steps out of the stall right next to me. Her eyes find mine when she grumbles, “I hate not being able to ride.”
“You know there’s a good reason why we can’t.”
She closes the stall and her hands swing away from her body while her lips move to give me the words, “Henrick could be in a different state by now. It’s been two freaking days and they haven’t been able to track him down. All they found was an abandoned patrol car he used to run over the sheriff. Need I remind you it was dumped on the outskirts of town? He clearly ran off to never return.”
“Do you really believe that?” I question.
Her shoulders sag and I can barely catch the movement of her mouth when she grumbles, “No.”
I reach out and wrap my arm around her waist to pull her close. I hug her tight as she feels so fucking good against my body. Placing a kiss on the top of her head, I breathe in her scent and let it calm me.
I’ve been on edge for a full two days and I don’t think it will change any time soon. Not unless this Henrick fucker is dead or behind bars. Allaric has debriefed us all on how this case he’s working on is unfolding but there are multiple angles to work with here.
The sheriff being killed along with the deputy doesn’t make shit any easier either. Though, due to their deaths the case did turn into a high profile one and there’s an APB out for Henrick nationwide. I was hoping they would have caught him by now but obviously he’s still in the wind.
“Come on,” I tell her and pull back to lace our fingers. “Let’s grab some dinner, it’s getting late and we’ve been here for hours. Look, it’s already dark outside. Atticus wanted everyone inside before nightfall.”
She squeezes my fingers and as we stroll out of the stables, I glance down to read her lips. “I think Ramona is denying the fact that she’s pregnant.”
I bob my head, not knowing how to reply to her observation.
Medley’s grip on my hand turns into a painful one and she simultaneously comes to a stop. I glance at her face and it’s stricken with horror. My heart starts to slam against my rib cage as I quickly scan my surroundings.
Henrick steps out from the shadows beside the clubhouse, the light of the moon allows me to read his lips. “Tell me, dammit. Is she pregnant with my child?”
I refuse to take my eyes off the threat in front of us. The fucker has a gun pointed right at my woman and I don’t care what Medley replies; I have to stay focused so I can push her out of the line of fire when I have to.
This has now become a waiting game where I’m counting the seconds. There’s a camera pointed at this angle and Atticus assured us there is someone watching these at all times. Which means they have caught Henrick pulling a gun on us and backup is on its way. Well, I fucking hope so.
His head whips around and I quickly look at what caught his attention.
Fuck, it’s Ramona, and she’s spewing the words, “You’re here for me, right? Then come at me, asshole. You were only capable to hide in the dark and behind walls, cameras, drugs, and all that shit and never able to face me head on you pathetic, little fucker.”
His arm swings out and I launch forward. I’m too far away to prevent the first shot from being fired but when he’s about to pull the trigger for a second time, that’s when our bodies collide. We hit the ground hard and I can feel the kicks he’s trying to land on my body but with my hand-to-hand combat skills from years of training it’s easy to defend myself.
My main focus is the hand holding the gun, which I’ve currently grabbed and am trying to crush so he will let go. We’re still fighting when I notice there are other arms, hands, and boots surrounding us.
The gun is ripped from Henrick’s hand and I notice a glimpse of shiny metal as I realize someone is throwing cuffs on him. Atticus is in my face and pulling me up. He smacks my back and glances me over.
“You okay? The fucker didn’t shoot you?” he questions.
I give a curt shake and glance over my shoulder to where Medley was standing but she’s not there. Panic hits as I quickly whip my head around, only to see her kneeling on the ground where Ramona’s body is lying in a pool of blood.
Rushing over I notice Frankie, Atticus’ old lady who arrived yesterday, is pressing a cloth against Ramona’s stomach. I want to offer my help but I know the best thing to do right now is to keep my distance because Frankie is trying to stop the bleeding while Medley is attempting to comfort Ramona.
I move around them to stand behind my woman in case she needs me. This also puts the clubhouse at my back and the scene in front of me to observe. Fucking hell, I sometimes hate not being able to hear the turmoil around me. Yet, it pushes me to use other senses and that’s exactly what I’m doing.
Heads are whipped in one direction and I follow their line of sight to also notice the ambulance is almost here. I shift my gaze to where Atticus is shoving Henrick into an unmarked SUV and slams the door shut. There are two bikers riding up front and two right behind the SUV as it leaves the property.
Atticus stalks my way and I can easily read what he’s saying. “This time we will handle the transport and booking. He won’t be getting away.”
