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Chapter one
Gabriel
The metallic taste of blood coats my tongue, and the pain in my body is almost unbearable, but nothing compares to the rage surging inside me.
Fucking King!I should’ve killed him when I had the chance.
“We’re almost there, boss man. Hang tight,” Zeke shouts from the driver’s seat of the van.
Zeke and Cain Are loyal to a fault. They deserve a medal for putting up with my shit for this long.
I can only imagine what I look like right now. The look in Dante’s eyes when he saw me was one of pure horror. My body was King’s playground, and he had the thrill of his life making me suffer.
He wanted to break me, to kill every last ounce of hope I had left, but I refused to let that happen.
He almost had me though. my mind was teetering on the verge of insanity. I could feel it. My body was at his mercy. There was no fighting that. The hallucinations, the voices all telltale signs my mind was coming undone. I tried holding onto whatever ounce of sanity I had left in me.
The longer I spent in his presence, the more I was reminded that I fucked up. My plan to save King for last while I offed the Reapers one by one.
I should’ve killed the moment he killed Gloria and been done with it.
My body feels cold and weak as I look at Zeke as Doc works fast to patch me up.
The guys made a pit stop to pick up the doc on the way to the hospital. It’s a long ride out of the way, but if it means we’re out of King’s reach, then all the better.
I’ve been in and out of consciousness for most of the trip. The sting of Doc’s needle threading in and out of my body seems to bring me back each time he finds another wound to repair.
“He’s lost a lot of blood, and this is my last bag,” Doc says, holding up a bag of blood as he hooks it up to the IV in my arm.
Doc has saved my life more times than I care to admit. The Sons pay a shit-ton of money for his service, but it’s money well spent. The price of war is high and my vengeance knows no bounds.
“I’ll be fine,” I choke out.
“You’re not fine, but you will be. How much longer ’til we get there?” Cain tries to mask the worry in his voice. The dusty old van rocks as it speeds down the highway.
“Talk to me,” Zeke answers his phone, ignoring Cain. His muffled voice makes it hard for me to hear.
I’m trying to concentrate on what he’s saying, but the pain is stealing my attention.
Doc is actively stitching up as many holes in my body as he can to stop the bleeding. My fists clench and unclench at my side. I grind my teeth so hard I fear they might break as I endure the agony raging through me.
The two shots of morphine didn’t touch the pain and Doc wouldn’t give me anything else. He wanted me to be alert until we reached the hospital. I guess the old fucker was scared I mightactuallydie.
“We’re pulling in now. I’ll send you a pin and tell everyone to head this way. We don’t need any more surprises,” Zeke orders as he pulls the van to a stop.
Cain hops out the back, returning with a wheelchair. I wanna smack the grin off his face as he offers me a hand. I know how this looks and I hate it.
I’d love to sit here and argue about how I don’t need one, but I haven’t been able to feel my legs in hours, possibly days. Honestly, I can’t remember when I felt anything other than the torturous stabbing rippling through my body.
My gaze falls to my legs. Yep, still there, but they damn sure aren’t working the way I need them to.
The guys help me into the chair, making me feel like a pathetic fool. Once I’m in the chair, Zeke wheels me inside the ER.
The hospital is bustling with people, the immediate sounds of people grunting, sneezing, and hissing in pain hit my ears along with the intercom turned up to the max.
The bitter fragrance of antiseptic chemicals, mixed with an array of body odor and death fill my nostrils.I fucking hate hospitals.
Cain takes command, barking orders at the nurses and anyone willing to listen. He just had to make a scene.
