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“Hold on baby, just a little longer.”
“I love you, Callum.” I whispered, as my world turned dark.
Chapter Twenty-Three
King
When the ambulance arrived at the hospital, Claudia wasted no time rushing Bailey into surgery. Hearing my woman shout, then walking into her apartment, I never knew fear until that moment. Seeing Havoc pointing a gun at her and then hearing the gun discharge, I saw my life flash before my eyes. But seeing her lying on the ground, blood pumping out of her tiny frame, was something that I never wanted to see again. I knew my woman wasn’t a pushover. I saw that clearly on her battered face, but fuck me, I wished she ran away instead of taking on a man twice her size. Not that he mattered anymore. He was currently lying on the floor in her apartment, dead. The second he discharged his weapon, I unloaded mine into him. So did my brothers.
Within an hour, the hospital filled with club brothers, town residents and my niece, Jessica, who ran in with her husband Savage behind her.
“How is she?” Jess asked, rushing towards me.
“Still in surgery,” I informed. Hugging her close, I extended my hand towards her husband and said. “Thank you for bringing her.”
“No problem,” Savage replied, shaking my hand. “You need anything. Let me know.”
“How have you been?” I asked.
“Same old shit, just a different day. When you have time, I need to sit and talk with you.” Savage informed, pointing at Jess behind her back. Knowing that shit was going sideways in Tennessee, I knew whatever Savage was going to tell me, I wasn’t going to like. Though both clubs had a tentative ceasefire, if anything happened to my niece or her children, all hell would break loose.
Nodding my understanding, I was about to say something when Beth and Mike ran into the waiting room. “Where is she!” Beth shouted.
Opening my arm for her, Beth walked over and hugged me. Kissing the top of her head, then Jess’s, I told them both. “She’s still in surgery. The bullet hit her in the stomach. She lost a lot of blood, but the ambulance got there quickly and Claudia knows her stuff.”
“Bailey’s tough, King. She’ll be busting your balls before you know it,” Jess muttered.
“Jess is right,” Beth added, hugging me tighter. “Our girl doesn’t quit. She doesn’t know the meaning. She’ll be just fine.”
It had been three hours since I heard anything. Beth and Mike ran back to the coffee shop and loaded up with fresh coffee and pastries for everyone. Jessica hounded the nurses for any information she could get as the brothers and I sat and waited. I just wanted to know if she was alive.
“King?”
Looking up from where I was sitting, I saw the Rosewood sheriff, John McClure, standing before me. “We need to talk.”
“Then talk.”
“You want to do this here?”
“I’m not leaving.”
“Fine,” the sheriff said. “You want to tell me why Havoc is lying dead in the new shop owner’s apartment with twenty-seven holes in him?”
Looking around the room, I saw several of my brother’s smirk. I did too. Twenty-seven bullets. Yep, that will do it. Holding my chuckle, I replied. “Fulfilling my civic duty.”
Sheriff McClure groaned before shaking his head. Holding out his hand, I saw he was holding a large bag. Opening it, the man ordered. “All right, you idiots. Everyone who shot the asshole hand over your weapons right now.”
Standing, I reached behind my back and placed my Glock in the bag, along with Priest, Gunner, Pyro and Hawk.
The sheriff sighed, then looked at Scribe. “What about you?”
“Not this time. I’m innocent.” Scribe said from behind the mask he was wearing.
“Do I even want to know why you’re wearing that thing?”
“No,” Scribe grumbled as several of us chuckled.
“I want each of you at the station before nightfall to give a statement, and I don’t want anything left out. Don’t care if it was club business or not. You killed a man in my town. Therefore, I get the details. Understood?”
