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His response was instant.
“I’m coming.”
HAWK
I killed someone.
It wasn’t the statement but her broken voice that resonated in my head as I broke every fucking speed limit and traffic violation humanly possible to get to her apartment.
My boys rode behind me, six Harleys roaring through the streets of Detroit, followed by two blacked-out SUVs carrying weapons and other essentials that I thought we might need, given the fucking state of Missy over the phone.
She couldn’t talk, couldn’t say anything other thanI need you, andI need to find Kadey.
The fact that it was the dead of the night meant we got there in half the time we would have if we’d been contending with traffic. The guys pulled up onto the curb behind me, and Bishop, Scoop, Cain, Blue, and Drew lined up their rides with mine directly in front of the apartment doors. Ian and Bounty pulled the vehicles into the handicapped parks at the curb.
Thankfully, while the building had keycards, residents could buzz the door from their apartments.
I threw open the back of one of the SUVs and grabbed hold of the shotgun I’d tossed in, my brothers following suit. If there was anyone in that fucking apartment with her, they were coming out in pieces.
In one swoop, I dragged the heavy weapon from the trunk and let it hang by my side as I pulled out my cell and hit call.
It barely rang once before she answered. “Hi.”
“Let us in, baby.”
The door buzzed before I could even finish, and I kept the call open, taking two stairs at a time to the second floor. The pounding of boots coming up behind me echoed loudly against the walls like we were a fucking army going into battle, which wasn’t far from the truth.
Missy was my old lady.
I may not have made it official yet, but everyone fucking knew, and my brothers were coming up behind me armed and ready to do whatever the hell they had to do to protect her.
It could be because they knew how much she meant to me. Or maybe because of how much she meant to them.
And then there was Kadey.
The kid had these men wrapped around her sassy little finger.
Me included.
Missy’s door was already cracked when we reached her apartment, her face peeking through the gap.
I tucked my phone back in my pocket and pressed my hand to the door. “Baby…” The door slowly swung back, the light from the hallway illuminating her face. “Motherfucker,” I cursed, seeing the darkening bruise across her cheek and the swelling around her eye. There was a split in the corner of her mouth, and her hair was a mess—matted and sticking up all over the place.
But it was the blood that had me standing taller.
“Your blood or theirs?” I ground out through my teeth.
“Both, I think.” She lifted one of her hands, and it was completely stained red. I reached out, pulling it closer, and instantly noticed the deep slice in the side of her pointer finger.
“Cain, call Doc, tell him to meet us at the clubhouse,” Bishop ordered, assessing the wound over my shoulder. “That’s gonna need stitches, Miss.”
Her eyes fluttered down to where I was still holding her hand, and she huffed. “I honestly didn’t even notice.” She was fighting it, trying to keep her chin high and her shit together, but I knew it wouldn’t be long before the rush was gone and the crash came.
And when it hit, it was going to hit hard.
“Well, you’re gonna notice very soon when that adrenaline wears off,” I answered, slowly directing her backward into the apartment so we could get out of the hall. The last thing I needed right now was for someone to see us armed in the hall and call the fucking cops. “How’d you cut this?”
She frowned, tilting her head to the side as she studied the wound. She was dazed and in shock. I wanted to wrap her up and promise her it would be okay, but first, I needed to make sure the situation was sorted so I knew she was safe. “Probably when I grabbed the knife from the drawer.”
