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My phone goes off andI answer it. “Yeah?” hoping it’s Wiz or Decker, and that they found Jordan. Hangman came in to calm my ass down so the nursing staff didn’t get me escorted out of the hospital. It worked, but just barely.
But the voice on the phone isn’t one of my brothers, it’s my oldest kid. “Weston, slow down, what’s going on?”
I put the phone on speaker and Hangman comes close.
“Jordan is here, I have her knocked down and she’s bleeding from her stomach, but the bitch shot Jennifer.”
My anger that was somewhat subdued comes back full swing. “Fuck me, is she okay?”
“No, dad, I can’t get Jennifer to wake up, I need to call an ambulance but first we need to get Jordan outta here. I don’t want this bitch in jail.”
My son is smart. “We’ll be there soon to get Jordan, soon as someone picks her up call 911 and get Jennifer to the hospital. Tell them anything but the truth.”
“No worries, dad, I’m not stupid, I know what to do.” He hangs up and I rush out of the room, Hangman following behind me. Dirty is playing with my daughter and he instantly goes on alert when he sees us and comes over.
“What’s going on?”
“Jordan is at my house, she shot Jennifer, though I don’t know how bad it is yet. Need someone to get there fast, take Jordan to the cells, I don’t give a fuck if she bleeds out on the way.”
“On it. Decker just texted he’s close to your place, he’ll take care of it,” he tells me after fooling around on his phone.
“Alright, we’re going home to see to Jennifer and call an ambulance, Weston is taking care of her right now. I need you to stay here with Kara, or take her home, pick one, but she shouldn’t be around.”
“I’ll take her home; Anara and I will watch her.” I hesitate when he says that because he and Anara aren’t in a good place right now and I don’t know if she’d be a good person for Kara to be with.
“Why don’t you take her to Melissa or Justine, either one will watch her,” Hangman chimes in.
Dirty shakes his head. “No, it’s fine. Me and Anara will do it. Just call or text when you want the kid back.”
**
WE ARRIVE AT THE HOUSEjust as the ambulance pulls up and I rush off my bike and into the house before them. What I see has my knees give out. Jennifer was shot in the chest, blood pouring out of her and my boy Weston, covered in blood putting pressure on the wound.
“Dad.” His voice wobbles. “I don’t know if she’s gonna make it, there is barely a pulse.”
I go to them and pull Jennifer’s head into my lap. “Don’t you fucking die on me, you’re never leaving me, Jennifer.”
Her eyes open and she smiles at me. “I love you, always, remember that.” She whispers as her eyes shut again, and I let out a roar of anguish. She can’t leave me.
“Sir, you need to step aside so we can see to the patient,” an EMT tells me and I move quickly so they can do their thing. “Pulse is weak, we need to get her into surgery right away. Call ahead to the hospital.” They load her up and I follow with them, loading myself along with her into the back of the ambulance.
Three times, she flat lines...three times, I feel myself dying with her, but once at the hospital she’s rushed back to surgery and I pace. Pace the waiting room, just waiting for answers on how she’s doing.
Hangman comes over, as does the entire rest of the club. “We’re here for you, brother.”
I nod and sit down in the uncomfortable chair, the adrenaline wearing off. Fuck, I could lose my woman, the only woman I ever loved, and she is almost lost to me because she put herself in front of a bullet meant for my kid.
When she gets out of surgery and she’s healed, I’m gonna spank her perfect little ass for the heartache she’s causing me.
“Jennifer Butcher family?” I stand up immediately, my club brothers behind me.
“I’m her man,” I tell the doctor that comes over.
He looks me over and then to the men standing with me and sighs. “Bullet didn’t pierce anything major but where she had implants, we had to remove them, because the fluid burst and was leaking,” he tells me.
“That’s fine, she was going to have them taken out anyways,” I tell him, waving him off.
He nods and goes back to his chart. “She is doing okay, once she wakes up, we’ll get her to a room and then she can have visitors. She should heal nicely but it will take time.” He walks away, not very big on bedside manner it seems, but I don’t give a fuck. My woman is fine, she’s going to be okay. I sink down to the floor and the first time in my entire life, tears fall from my eyes.
