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Without another word, I dial his number. No answer. Shit!
* * *
“Closing in on his GPS,”Orion echoes in my ear over the roar of my Harley’s pipes. Beside me is Guard, and following are War and Risk. Behind them are the rest. Demon, Wildcard, Hammer, and Thunder move down an adjoining road on Guard’s orders. With a single hand motion, they know exactly what he’s communicating.
Saint, Risk, Roscoe, and Steady come in closer. Steady points to a side street where a bunch of teenagers are hiding after ducking behind a bin.
Guard stares at the oldest kid. At first, the kid shakes his head. He’s understandably afraid to get involved, then he points a finger at the building across the street from where they are.
Demon and the rest of the crew are coming around the back. We’re coming in the front.
“Everyone but Crusher dies,” Guard orders.
It’s a bloodbath. Unfortunately, Priest’s blood is already all over the floor when we arrive. He’s sprawled on the cement, his eyes swollen shut, surrounded by the pipes and chains they used to beat him. At first glance he looks dead, but I see his chest rise and fall. Saint and Wildcard go straight for him so they can get him out. Orion is en route with Saint’s mobile ambulance. With any luck at all, Priest will have a fighting chance.
These men don’t hold back. An enemy took one of our own and beat him to shit. War is a monster on a good day, but you don’t attack a brother and live to talk about it. Risk and the others have the same mindset.
Red spatters the walls, the floors, and our clothes. Guard lifts his bloody fist and pounds on Crusher several more times before I pull him off.
“Fuck! Guard! We promised to deliver him to Marco Moretti,” I shout, yanking on his arm. It’s not like Crusher’s going anywhere. He’s unconscious.
Guard roars like a lion with rage in his heart. When he finally regains some semblance of sanity, he commands, “Get this filthy shit out of my sight before I end him.” As Risk walks by, Guard grabs his cut. “Tell Reno to come get him. I won’t be held responsible for my actions if Crusher is still here by nightfall.”
I put an arm around Guard and walk out with him. “I felt it, but couldn’t get a read,” I confess.
“You’re getting stronger, Ghost. And at this point, I’m not sure if I was any use at all. We needed to get here an hour ago.” He pounds his fist against the doorframe as we exit the building.
Orion’s waiting outside for us. “Wildcard’s driving and Saint’s hooking up blood and an IV to Priest. Steady’s gonna go get Camille. He’s already called his family to give her support until we can get there,” he explains.
I speak first. “The women need to be covered.”
“Noah’s there. Compound is locked up tight, and Vi is monitoring the screens until I get back. Leaving now,” Orion says.
“Going to see Priest,” Guard mumbles as he mounts his ride.
“You’re going to scare the shit out of Camille. Get cleaned up at my place, and we’ll go over together,” I tell him. Guard looks down at his shirt and pants. He nods silently.
We ride in silence. Guard’s brooding expression tells me he’s beating himself up for not acting fast enough. I am in awe of his ability to sense and read people and situations. It’s a gift he got from our father, Calian. Ever since my return to Satan’s Pride, I’ve been searching for my connection with Calian. Slowly, I’m beginning to home in on my gift for intuition. It’s nothing like Guard’s, but this time, I felt it stronger than I ever have.
My brothers are connected to me, and these feelings are getting clearer with each passing day. If only it had been strong enough to save Priest today.
FIFTEEN
Priest’s Recovery
WILDCARD
Normally, we’d head to the clinic, but Priest is critical, so we’re going straight to the hospital. Saint called ahead to a surgeon he knows, and they work out the story we’re telling when we get there. I’m riddled with guilt. This is all happening because they were after Charlotte, and they went after Priest to get to us.
Priest comes to for a few seconds. I hear his erratic breathing, “Didn’t talk,” he says.
“We know, brother. Don’t talk.” Saint’s voice is stern and serious. This is bad. I step on the gas to get us there faster.
Dr. Wilcox meets us at the emergency room doors. In seconds, they’ve got Priest on a gurney, and Saint and Dr. Wilcox wheel him right through to the operating room, leaving me behind to stare at the closing doors.
Twenty minutes later, Camille flies through the emergency room doors, asking for her brother.
“Camille, over here,” I call to her and Steady. Their baby boy, Kyrian, is on her hip. With them are Steady’s parents and two brothers. Steady’s always been close to his family, and considering the crazy family Camille came from, with Priest as the exception, Steady’s family has embraced Camille as their own. Priest didn’t have a great introduction to the Pride but has done nothing but prove himself over and over to make his mark in the club. Priest is the only family she has from her side of the family.
