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Despite Drake’s outer calm, he was murderous. Sin was an innocent woman. Whoever this Marshall was, he was a walking dead man. Sin was a Rage old lady, whether or not his idiotic prospect had finalised his claim. Drake had known that although Jett had fucked about this week, he’d no intention of giving up on the girl. Jett was smitten. The stupid fucker just hadn’t admitted it to himself. Drake watched as his wife ignored the dangerous vibes and shoved her way through the brothers surrounding Jett. Phoe pushed under Jett’s arm and burrowed into him.
Jett jumped, dragged out of dark thoughts as Phoe snuck arms around his waist, and he slowly wrapped an arm around Phoe and held her tight. A curvy frame pressed into his other side, and Jett looked down as Silvie wriggled her way in. Silvie shoved into his side, and her arms crossed over Phoe’s. Marsha tackled Jett from the front, and Jett dropped his chin to the top of her head.
“Those women,” Fish muttered to Drake. “Prospect won’t move if they’re packed in tight.”
“Miracles,” Drake agreed.
Jett raised his head and gave Drake a helpless stare. Arms slipped around Drake’s waist, and he looked down at the diminutive redhead at his front. Drake hugged Artemis in return as Artemis held him just as close.
“You lose it, Drake, they’ll lose it. You need to be strong. Let them calm Jett, and I have you,” Artemis breathed.
Drake took a deep breath, dropped a kiss on her cheek, and then clasped her tightly. Artemis was right. If he lost it, they all would. Drake’s brothers looked to him to lead.
“Manny’s on lockdown in the clubhouse,” Lowrider said, approaching.
Drake glanced up, startled.
“Manny?”
“Brother likes her. Liked Sin for Jett.” Lowrider tilted his chin in Jett’s direction. “Manny’s raging. He overheard the old man saying Sin’s been raped. Got Slick and Mac sat on him,” Lowrider replied. Ah fuck, now Drake had two brothers to worry about, not that he wasn’t worried about the rest of them. Lowrider’s eyes promised retribution.
Jett
Jett held the women tight in his arms, and some of his anger leeched out of him. He couldn’t lose it without hurting one of the old ladies; that was the last thing he’d ever do. Jett glanced over at Drake and saw his president with Artemis pinned to his chest. Fuckin’ women knew Jett would never harm them, so he was trapped, the same as Drake.
Phoe tucked her head into his shoulder, and a hand rubbed his back. Silvie was rubbing his stomach, and Marsha just held him. There was a grunt next to Jett, and he stared into the burning eyes of Ace. Marsha followed Jett’s gaze, gulped, and Marsha gave Jett a last squeeze and then plastered herself against Ace.
Ace had taken five bullets for Phoe. He’d lost his own woman when some of Rage betrayed him. Out of Rage, Ace was the one who’d protect the old ladies even against his brothers. Ace’s arms slowly lifted around Marsha as she whispered shit to him. Ace closed his eyes, but Jett could see the man was barely holding on when he opened them.
“Phoe,” Jett murmured. Phoe peered up, “Ace.” She looked over and sighted the struggling VP, and Phoe reached out and touched Marsha on the shoulder, and they swapped places. Everyone saw Ace visibly ease up as soon as Phoe’s arms wrapped around him. Phoe was a better choice to calm Ace than Artemis because Artemis was a killer. She’d go ballistic over this, and Ace would encourage his old lady.
Jett wasn’t aware how much time had passed, but Doc Gibbons finally appeared. Doc wandered over to them. Drake noted idly his friend looked old and tired as he rubbed his eyes and stood in front of Drake. They spoke briefly, and Jett yanked free of the women and marched over to them.
“How is she?” Jett bit out.
“Beaten badly, but no sexual abuse, thankfully. A rape kit was done and came back clear. Sinclair’s been informed of that fact. The witness saw the man on top of Sinclair, and her skirt pulled up and assumed the worse.”
Jett’s shoulders dropped and eased instantly. His unspoken fear that Sin had been raped was alleviated. He’d been burning with the thought she’d lost her virginity through rape. Jett’s white-hot anger bled out and left a simmering boil instead.
“Injuries?” Drake inquired.
“Sprained wrist, bruised ribs, swollen face, black eyes, and a bruised but not broken nose. Sinclair’s got a gash on her head that’s been stitched. Her spleen ruptured. It’s been removed,” Doc said matter-of-factly.
“Sin out of surgery?” Jett asked. Doc nodded. “Want to see her.”
“You’re not family,” Doc replied.
“Get me in there, or I’ll rip this place apart with my bare hands, Doc. Get me fuckin’ in there. Sin needs a private room as well,” Jett insisted, anger creeping back into his voice.
“They won’t let you in, son.” Doc shook his head.
As Jett moved towards Doc, Phoe intervened and got between them.
“Doc, ensure the hospital manager is aware I’m here.” Phoe pointed at herself. “And that I could be persuaded to make a nice donation if my guys are allowed in Sin’s room.” Phoe smiled sweetly at Doc, who lifted his gaze to heaven and waddled away.
“Ten minutes, Jett,” Phoe said, placing a hand on his arm. “Give Doc time, and they’ll let you in with Sin.”
“I’m staying,” Jett grunted.
