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I nodded once. He pulled out his notebook. “Alright. Give it to me so we can get this shit over with.”
I looked over at Blayke, making sure he was still with Aaliyah before I began telling him what I knew of the situation. “Go with Aaliyah to the hospital,” I commanded. “She doesn’t leave your fucking sight, am I clear?”
He nodded once and followed the paramedics as they wheeled Aaliyah to the back of the ambulance. I watched until the doors were closed behind her and Blayke, blocking her from my view.
Please fucking survive this, Red. I can’t lose you.
I looked back at Rhodes and began telling him what I knew. Wendy was screeching and yelling, but it finally got muted when they shoved her into the backseat of one of the cars and closed the doors. Rhodes arched a brow when I paused, taking in the peacefulness of her being shut the fuck up.
“She’s a mouthy one, isn’t she?”
I nodded. “And it only gets worse the older she gets.”
He snorted. Once I was finished speaking with him, I pulled my keys from my pocket, striding to my bike so I could head to the hospital and relieve Blayke. He’d get the club back in order and act in my place.
Because I wasn’t leaving Aaliyah’s side until she was awake.
“I fucking hate you, Johnston Trim!” Wendy shouted when I walked past the car door.
I just ignored her, but a sick, twisted part of me was glad she was going to jail, and then more than likely headed to prison. It was a much worse punishment than death for her.
I made a mental note to thank Trigger later for stopping me from snapping her neck.
CHAPTER SIX
Johnston
Hell.
I felt like I was sitting in fucking Hell. Like my entire world was collapsing around me while I waited on some kind of news about Aaliyah.
All I knew was that she was in surgery. That was all they could tell me.
Well, that and the classic ‘we’re going to do everything we can save her, Mr. Trim.’
Ihatedthat line with every fiber of my being. Because it made it sound like there was a chance she couldn’t make it, and Irefusedto consider her dying as a fucking option.
I wasn’t losing her. Icouldn’tlose her. If I lost her, this club could kiss my ass goodbye. Because I’d either die getting revenge on my wife, or I’d go to prison for the rest of my life for it.
And I wouldn’t give two fucking shits.
I glanced out of the corner of my eye when the emergency room doors slid open, Geek and Trigger walking through. I didn’t move—just watched them as they scanned the room before locking their eyes on me. I sat up straighter in my seat as they made their way over to the chair I was sitting in.
I didn’t really want company, but I knew my brothers wouldn’t hear that shit. They would only let it go in one ear and out the other and do whatever the hell they wanted despite my wishes. If there was one thing we didn’t do in this club, we didn’t allow brothers to suffer in silence by themselves.
Sure, they let me have my space, but they wouldn’t leave me alone. And though I wanted to be alone, I was also thankful for their presence. It would keep me from completely self-destructing.
I was just honestly surprised it took them this long to come here. Guess cops held them up longer than I thought they would.
“Any news?” Geek quietly asked, taking a seat beside me.
I shook my head. “No news yet. All I know is that she’s in surgery, and they’re doing everything they can for her.”
And fuck, that was like a punch to my gut. I prided myself on being able to protect everyone attached to the club, and yet, I hadn’t protected Aaliyah. She got shot on my grounds by my fuckingwife.
Someone I should have been able to easily protect her from, Icouldn’t. It made me sick to my stomach every time I thought about it.
Guilt rode hard on my shoulders.
