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Diesel glanced around. A thought hit him. Where the fuck was Alice’s grandfather? He’d been present when the bombs exploded but hadn’t come to the hospital, nor had anyone approached him. Diesel sent an urgent text to Inglorious, warning him to be on guard. The last thing Alice needed was Willoughby approaching her without a support system.
Chapter Ten.
Alice
Aloud commotion brought me out of my funk. The roars of the bikes and shouting from the rec room indicated something big was happening. I wearily hauled myself out of bed and walked into Inglorious’s tiny bathroom. I looked like a mess and winced. Running hot water, I washed my face and used some of his deodorant. Honestly, I craved a shower but didn’t want to take liberties with Inglorious.
It had hit me sometime this afternoon that I’d put Inglorious in a difficult position, and I owed him an apology. The poor guy didn’t deserve to be stuck in the middle of my drama. But when things went tits up, Inglorious was the person I’d thought of. A lot of bikers held him in high esteem. So with Chance, Drake, Diesel, and Magic out of the equation, Inglorious was the one I turned to. There was something about him that made women trust Inglorious immediately. My hair was a tangled mess, and I took a few moments to brush it before leaving and moving to the rec room.
The frenzy hit me no sooner had I stepped through the connecting door. Brothers were rushing everything. Weaponswere being passed around, and brothers were arming themselves. Inglorious stood in the middle bellowing orders, and I swear some of the Riders of Vengeance’s men were here, too. Trip and Bomber saw me first and headed towards me at speed. They were enforcers for Unwanted Bastards and hulking guys with little to say.
“Stick with us. Hear me, Alice,” Bomber demanded, and I nodded.
“Only leave with the pres. Let’s get you coffee and fed,” Trip grunted and hauled me toward a door. Fear was running up my spine; shivers crept up body. Trip dumped me gently onto a stool and began making sandwiches. Bomber stood by the door, guarding it with his weapon out.
“Are we under attack?” I asked, my mouth dry. Trip slid a soft drink in front of me, and I popped it before taking a gulp.
“Wait for the pres,” Trip said and gave me a plate.
Aghast, I stared at the four huge sandwiches and blinked.
“Trip, I can’t eat all this,” I muttered while glancing at the door. There was only one way into the kitchen area, but a large window looked out onto their grounds. Trip hit a button, and a cover slid into place over it. Unwanted Bastards was on lockdown? Why? Inglorious raised his voice several times, and pipes sounded overwhelming as further bikes roared up. Uneasily, I took a bite of the sandwich, but fear made it hard to swallow.
“Eat, Alice, you’re going to need your strength,” Bomber urged.
I forced two down my throat and shoved the others at Trip. To my amazement, Trip grabbed one and gave it to Bomber, who ate it in two bites. Trip gulped the other one down and continued watching the door by my side with his weapon out.
“Inglorious, Magic, and Onyx,” Bomber muttered and stepped aside. The men walked into the kitchen, and while Onyx remained impassive, Inglorious’s expression was a myriad ofemotions. Magic rushed over and folded me into his arms. His tense body relaxed as soon as he locked around me.
“What happened?” I demanded.
“Hellfire’s been hit hard. A series of bombs have taken out their compound, garage, and shop. We think it’s the cult but aren’t certain. Hellfire got injured over there, and Clio went into early labour,” Magic said.
“Diesel?” the shriek left my mouth as my gut roiled in anguish, worry, and horror.
“Diesel’s alive and fine. He followed the wounded to the hospital. They have got some severe injuries; everybody’s waiting for updates. Alice, Trip, and Bomber are your personal bodyguards. Go nowhere without them, not even the toilet, Alice. Magic’s your shadow too. They tell you to do something, do it, girl. Even if you disagree. Alice, honey, this shit is much larger than you can imagine. The cult fucked with an ally. Now we fuck back,” Inglorious said firmly.
“Do we know who was injured?” I whispered, trying not to let horror overwhelm me. If I started crying, it would be ugly.
“Pyro, Celt, Fanatic, Wraith, Slaughter, Rooster, and Clio are all in surgery, that I am aware of,” Magic replied, his arms gripping me.
“This is my fault,” I cried, my control slipping a little.
“No. The motherfuckin’ cult has fucked-up ideas. And greed drives them, honey. Not your fault at all,” Inglorious said gently.
“We need to get moving. I’m coordinating who goes where. Devil’s Scythe is coming here with Satan’s Warriors. My men are still riding in, which puts four MCs around Alice and this compound. Sending Fallen Warriors, Rage, and Devil’s Damned Disciples to the hospital as guards. I’ve contacted the Juno Group, and Akemi has informed me he’s already activating his team to protect Reading Hall. I think that may be a fallback, but no one commented.
“Jacob from Delta Force has phoned, and they are sixty men strong and ready to move when we say where. Hawthorne has recalled all men, and they are waiting for directions. Dylan is heading to the hospital, and Davies is in charge there. Willoughby keeps contacting me, demanding we hand over Alice for her protection. Claims he’s got fifty guys with him and is calling in more. I’ve informed Willoughby he approaches this compound, we will fire, and he’s waiting for instructions,” Onyx stated.
“Alice, stay strong, and please do as you’re told. If we don’t have to worry about you, we can concentrate on defence,” Inglorious asked, and I nodded. I was going to be a mouse.
We sat in the kitchen, watching the minutes tick by. An hour passed before Psych entered. His face was grim, and I braced.
“They’re all alive, but some are in critical condition. Clio has given birth to a boy. He’s ten weeks early and in NICU. Clio haemorrhaged and had to have a complete hysterectomy. Pyro was speared by a pole going straight through his shoulder. He’s in surgery, having muscle and nerve repairs. Celt has a broken arm in four places. He’s having surgery for pins to be inserted. Wraith is fine, with few cuts. Slaughter has a deep laceration across his back, needs stitches, and has cuts and bruises, but will be okay.
“Rooster is having a leg amputated. It was crushed because he ran to rescue Fanatic, who’d not heard the alarms. Fanatic was locked in their painting shed. The boy needs a liver transplant. Klutz has volunteered, as he’s a match. Reading Hall is being reinforced by Delta Force. Tati and Big Al are there with Louisa Mae, Rooster’s three boys and their twins,” Psych said and left.
“Fuck!” Magic groaned.
