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“We were close to a side door,” Sunny said. “Makai was by the front, and a back door was in the foreman’s office for Ryker to get out. We got lucky, Kenzie. We should’ve died in there.”
“Please.” I blinked and tears spilled over my twitching lids. I was jumpy, stressed, and hadn’t stopped crying in an hour. In that moment, I truly thought they were gone. My sister, my Sunny, Liam, and Bane. I didn’t think anything could feel worse than my child’s father ruining me and abandoning me to the streets. I didn’t know a darker day could exist than the day my mother shot my father.
I was wrong.
“P-please, Sunny... I can’t...”
“I’m sorry.” Sunny reached behind, finding my hand where it squeezed Sienna’s. “Just breathe, baby. We’re almost home.”
He said that, but a millennium passed—each second stretched into agony, and all I wanted was to go home, wash the soot from my skin, hold my daughter and never let go.
Soon the Fairfield rose over the horizon, a shiny beacon of safety and an end to a horrible night.
Sunny idled to a stop behind Bane’s and Liam’s cars, waiting for their parking garage security guard to confirm it was them and raise the gate.
“It’ll be okay, Kenzie.” Sienna hugged me close. “Tonight proved one thing we know is true.”
I looked into her miraculously smiling face. How could she do that?
“What?”
“As long as you four are together, nothing can touch you.”
“Things can touch me,” I said softly. “Tonight, he nearly did.”
“Kenzie...” Sienna drifted off, looking at something over my head. “Hey, Sunny— Hey!”
A hard force slammed into the car, rocking it on the wheels. Something flashed out of the corner of my eye, thudding on the hood.
“What the fuck?” Sunny jumped out, pulling Sienna and me out with him.
Masie was a tank. The motorcycle hurled at the frame at full speed, and there wasn’t a dent on her. The same couldn’t be said for the mangled bike on the asphalt—Genny’s pride and joy.
She gasped on the hood where the bike flung her. I clapped my hands over my mouth, rushing to her side. Genny’s right leg bent at the wrong angle. A mask of blood covered her beautiful face, gushing from a wound on her forehead. Genny didn’t believe in conservative clothes when tight and revealing worked just fine, so the bullet wound through her shoulder was obvious for all to see.
“Genny!” Liam slammed out of his car.
“F-found me,” she rasped. I ripped off my jacket and pressed it to her wound. “Shot... me. I ran and he... chased...”
Genevieve’s head dropped on the metal. She was gone.
SUNNY
Liam, Bane, Fuller, and I hopped on our feet as the door opened and Hendrix stepped out. She gestured for us to sit down.
“Genny’s going to be okay. Eventually,” she added. “Her leg and shoulder are in bad shape, but the bullet went straight through and the leg will heal. She’ll have to rest and take it easy for the next several weeks. Two things she doesn’t excel at.”
“Can we see her?” Fuller asked.
“Yes. She’s awake, but I did give her something to help her sleep. Keep it short.”
Hendrix stepped in my path as I made for the door, letting the others go in ahead. “Rest and take it easy aren’t traits you excel at either. What were you doing walking into exploding buildings last night, Sole? It hasn’t been that long, your back still needs time.”
“I’m fine. One hundred percent. Why would I sit on my ass and let my brothers go into danger alone? Everything’s fine,” I repeated, flashing her a smile.
Her eyes narrowed. “You would tell me if it wasn’t, wouldn’t you? This is serious, Sunny. There’s risk of permanent damage.”
“Actually, there isn’t because I’m all healed up. I’ve got to see my sister.” I kissed her cheek. “But you’re still the hottest thing in scrubs, if I may say so.”
“Again, you may not.”
Sidestepping her, I went inside Genny’s old room. It was just how she left it the day she announced she was moving to Harlow and starting a motorcycle club to rule her borough. The curious clash of pink and black shown throughout the room. Pink headboard, black satin sheets, pink fuzz around the television.
Genny reclined on the bed, her foot propped on a mound of pillows and arm in a sling.
“—impossible,” she said. “No one knows about that place. Not even my Cardinals. I don’t know how he found me.”
“Did he follow you from Barbarella’s?”
“Also impossible. I know how to lose a tail. Besides, on my bike, he couldn’t follow me in traffic.” Genny was pale and washed out, matching the white bandage on her forehead. “He was waiting, Liam. I walked outside and he didn’t hesitate. Just rolled down the window and fired.
“People were running and screaming. I saw him get out of the car to make sure the job was done, so I ran to my bike. He rammed me driving out of the parking lot—sent me flying and jacked up my leg. But my girl’s tough.”
