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“Anyone not on bikes can come with us, but we’re leaving now,” Nico calls out as we jog to his car.
The ambulance pulls out, and flashing red and white lights illuminate the sky as we follow it to the hospital.
I bail out, leaving Nico to park, just as the ambulance doors open. Rex climbs out first, with the paramedics just behind him, easing the stretcher down.
I look at Jinx’s face and see her eyes flutter open.
“Hey, baby girl.”
“Hey,” she whispers, wincing at all the light and movement.
“I love you.”
“I love you too,” she grins, before her eyes roll back in her head, and she passes out.
EPILOGUE
THREE MONTHS LATER.
Jinx
“What’s with the sad face?” Eightball’s hands slide around my hips.
“How can you tell I’m sad when you can’t even see my face?”
“I know my woman pretty darn well.”
I turn my head and look up at him.
“Don’t let that asshole ruin your dreams.”
A lot had come to light in the few months since that fateful night.
Rusty had joined the Chaos Demons a month after he wiped out Savage Hearts. Dropping the moniker and adopting Knuckles instead, before convincing his son Christian to join too.
After a lifetime of abuse from the man he thought was his dad, Christian, AKA Boomer, had tried desperately to impress the man who had always been in and out of his life by following in his footsteps. The problem was that Boomer didn’t like his father much and liked himself even less. He had known his father used to be in another club when he was a kid, but he had no clue it had been Savage Hearts or that he was the person responsible for the explosion.
It wasn’t until his father’s ramblings started taking a darker turn that Boomer started asking questions. The answers changed his views about the man he tried so hard to love and me, the girl he tried so hard to hate.
Of course, finding out his dad isn’t his dad at all and that I’m his half-sister was a blow he couldn’t have seen coming. Let’s just say we were still trying to wade through all the bullshit, but a truce had been called between Boomer and me. And dare I say it, a friendship was beginning to bloom.
If he hadn’t tracked Rusty’s phone and showed up when he did, Mercy and I would be dead. That’s the only reason Scope allowed him to stay instead of kicking him out of the club. He’d been demoted back to prospect until he could prove he was worthy of wearing the patch again. I had a feeling that without Rusty’s influence, he’d do it and be a better brother because of it. But I guess only time will tell.
“I’m not letting him steal my dreams. That place feels tainted now, you know.”
“You won’t always feel this way.”
“I know, but it’s still hard going back there.”
“I know what will help you forget,” he whispers, his lips skating across my shoulder.
“Oh?”
His hands move around me to tug the towel free that’s wrapped around my body. He picks me up and tosses me onto the pillows, making me laugh, before he crawls over me. His eyes rove over my body with hot caresses, stopping when they fall on the scar left by the bullet.
I was lucky. The bullet had missed every vital organ, though I did lose a lot of blood. Other than being banged up and having a concussion, I’d been okay. A lot of that was down to sheer luck, though. Or maybe my parents were looking down on me. Who knows?
Being run over was a non-issue because the bulk of the damage had been to my prosthetics, which I’d replaced. My new bulletproof vest had protected both Mercy and me from taking a bullet to the head—again, sheer luck. At the time, all I’d been concerned with was getting that vest over her to protect the baby.
