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“What’s wrong?” I demand, hearing the tremor in my son’s voice. Hendrik has never sounded scared in his life, that is, until now.
“I-it’s M-mom.”
Fuck.
“She okay?”
“I . . . I . . . I think she’s not breathing.”
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
“I’m on my way, Hen. Just hold on, okay?” I hang up without waiting for Hendrik’s answer. All I can think about is getting to him and making sure he’s okay and that Lana is good.
She’s not breathing.
My kid’s words whip around in my head as I straddle my bike and start her up. I don’t waste time pulling out of the parking area of the club. The gates are barely open enough for me to speed through the opening.
All I keep hearing is my son saying his mom isn’t breathing.
Motherfucker. I knew something was off with her, and she never told me.
After what feels like forever, I finally pull into the driveway of Lana’s house and kick the stand down. I barely get off the back of my bike before Hendrik is out the front door and running to me, tears streaming down his face.
My stomach plummets, and I move for him, meeting him halfway, taking my son in my arms.
“She’s gone, Dad. Mom’s gone.” He sobs.
I tighten my arms further and hold him close for a moment before releasing him. “Stay out here, Hens, and call your uncle for me.”
“O-Okay.” He nods, tears streaming down his face.
Slowly, I walk on leaded feet up to the house and through the doors. I make my way through the house as I have many times before and step into Lana’s bedroom. At first glance, it looks as if she’s sleeping peacefully. But the closer I get, my focus on her chest, watching . . . waiting for the rise and fall . . . it never comes, and I know it to be true.
Lana’s gone.
CHAPTERFOURTEEN
EVERLEIGH
A persistent knocking jerks me from a deep sleep. Upon sitting up, I know I’m alone in the room and whoever is on the other side of the door is there to wake me. I quickly throw the covers off and climb out of bed. I grab a pair of jeans, pull them on over my bare legs, and pluck Daemon’s hoodie up where I’d thrown it when we came into the room. I have it over my chest before making it to the door and opening it.
My eyes widen, seeing the grim look Tombstone has on his face.
“Is everything okay?” I whisper, but in the pit of my stomach, I know it’s not. “Where’s Daemon?”
“Gotta get you to him, babe.” Tombstone grimaces. “Get your shoes, and let’s go. Something’s happened, and he needs you.”
I nod and turn without hesitation to find a pair of flip-flops. I don’t have time to find other shoes. Spinning back to Tombstone, I don’t utter a word and step from the room, not caring about anything else but getting to Daemon. My mind races with the different scenarios that could have happened in a short amount of time. He couldn’t have been away from me long, and I fear what’s going on.
Tombstone guides me to a truck and helps me into it. Again, neither of us saying a word. But I don’t miss the men on bikes in front of us passing through the gates.
I stare out the passenger window and hope to God that Daemon is okay. When I notice us pulling into a nice suburban neighborhood, I frown and look to Tombstone. “Tombstone?”
“Just hold on, babe, and remember this one thing. He needs you right now. They both do, and it’s gonna be one of the hardest things you’ll ever have to do.”
I swallow and nod at the advice, though I still don’t know what’s happening.
Tombstone pulls up behind several bikes. I don’t miss the police cruisers, and the ambulance parked haphazardly in the street in front of the house. I open my door at the same time Tombstone does and jump out of the cab. On trembling legs, I make my way up to the house, walking past Daemon’s brothers.
