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“Okay. They’re in shock, but not hurt.” Terra again.
I nod at her, then stumble to my Beamer.
“Sweetie, where are you going?” I don’t know the woman talking. Pink blouse, black pants, but the suit-jacket clashes.
“Don’t wear lavender with pink,” I mumble as I wrench open the driver’s door.
“No. No.” Manteen protests as he grabs my arm.
“Ahhh,” I yell as pain streaks up it. “Don’t touch.” It’s cut, not broken I don’t think, which is good. I’m going to need both arms to do what I plan next.
Manteen jumps back. “Sorry, Doctor Whittaker,” he says. So polite, always calling me doctor. I like the man, I think as I slide into the seat, then tug the door shut behind me.
“I’ll be back,” I croak. The car miraculously starts, and I pat the dash. “Good girl,” I tell it as I pull away from the curb and past the smoking ruins of my life.
CHAPTERTHIRTY-NINE
Trigger
My heart’s in my throat as Zero starts talking faster than he’s ever talked before. He’s looking at Hangman not me.
“There was an explosion on Main Street. Total devastation.” Finally, he turns to me. “Sorry, man. Evanee’s clinic.”
The room spins in front of me, and for a moment, I think I’m going to faint.
Rocky props me up. “Easy big guy,” he says softly.
I shrug him off. “What the fuck are you talking about!” I roar at Zero. I’m already in denial. Evanee’s clinic. Evanee. My Evanee. She’d be there right now. She’d be inside.
“How bad?” I hear Reaper ask.
Zero doesn’t sugarcoat it. “Bad. Nothin’ left man. No one could’ve survived.”
His words are the catalyst to get me moving. “Fuck that, asshole!” I shout at him as I punch him full on in the face. “Evanee’s not dead!” My whole world is crumbling around me. She… Evanee… nothing else fucking matters.
Red’s got his arms around my chest, holding me back from pulverizing the prospect. “You don’t know man. We gotta get there and see.”
I shove my elbow in his gut. “So the what the fuck are we waiting for?”
Hangman’s already out the door with most of the guy’s following him. I push my way through the bodies and stumble down the hall, trying to get to my bike.
Why is this place so big? Where’s the fucking door? “Get the fuck out of my way!” I scream at my brothers.
The air blasts me in the face as I step outside, helping me clear my head, but it doesn’t stop the panic, the rapid beating of my heart. The hard painful ball in my gut. My girl. My love. It can’t be true.
Eight’s beside me, a hand resting on my shoulder as I fumble with my helmet. I hurl it away from me. “You okay to drive, man?” he asks.
I knock his hand off me. “Try to fuckin’ stop me.”
Stark barely gets the gate open as I burst through on my Harley and skid the corner onto the road. The bike weaves back and forth until I get it under control.
Thoughts hammer through my head as I speed towards Sagebrush. I’ve got to get to Evanee. She’s all that matters to me in this world. If she’s gone, there’s no point to life.
It’s taking too long to get to her, and I shove the bike into full throttle. Sagebrush is humming as I rip through street after street. People in their yards. Sirens. Chaos. My eyes are leaking, and my body’s numb.
I squeal around the corner to Main and brake hard. The bike slides out from under me. My body hits the pavement, my chin bounces off, and there’s burn on my hands as I try to catch myself. I roll over several times. Winded, not hurt.
Still catching my breath, I leap to my feet and race towards the pile of rubble that used to be Evanee’s clinic. “Where is she?” I bellow as I start grabbing at boards and bricks. Jagged concrete blocks tear at my hands. “Where the fuck is she?”
