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Chapter 14

Ares

When Misfit called to tell me about QB's wreck, I was barely holding my anger in check. I don't know what the fuck happened, but heads were going to roll.

As I roared up the highway, twisting my throttle and letting my bike open up, my mind ran across the way Willow looked in my space. Last night had been great, and I wanted to see her in my bed again.

As I park my bike and head into the ER at St. Francis Hospital, the first person I see is Misfit. He is leaning against the wall in the waiting room.

"What do we know?" I ask, straight away.

"QB has road rash, broke his left leg in two places, and has a concussion. The doctor ordered a CT Scan to check for internal bleeding."

"Where the fuck are our brothers?" I ask.

"Fucking nurses kicked them out, saying we were too disruptive," Misfit grimaces.

"What the fuck?" I ask as I step toward the reception desk to raise some hell.

Misfit grabs me by the elbow and calmly says, "leave it, brother."

"Why the fuck should I calm down?" I can feel the stares from several of the staff, not that I give a shit.

Misfit grabs my attention with his next comment, "I talked to the cop from the scene, and he said a trucker called 911. The driver said up ahead of him, a pickup truck swerved, causing QB to lose control." Misfit details.

"So, we have no intel on who was driving that pickup truck?" I start to pace.

"No, brother, we need QB to fill in the blanks," Misfit frowns.

"Well, we fucking know it's Havoc. I'm sure as shit they didn't like the flaming car parked outside their compound," I'm working on keeping my voice low and level.

"Zeke said he'd reach the clubhouse by this evening."

"I'm not sure I can wait that long," I turn to start walking away, but Misfit stops me by grabbing my arm.

"No, brother. We need a solid plan, not guns blazing," Misfit says with a determined and persuading tone.

"Fine, but only because I want this to hurt those cunts," I grit out.

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