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A gun went off, and my eyes slammed shut. The echo from the shot was still ringing in my ears as I slowly blinked, realizing it wasn’t Dirk’s gun that had fired.
Something wet landed on my face and arm, but I didn’t want to look down to see the color. Dirk’s body slumped to the floor a moment later. Silas stood there with his arm outstretched, glaring down at the body.
“That was taking too long.”
My dad moved first. “Help me get Wes up. He needs ice. You hit him the way we talked about, right?”
Silas ran over, crouching to help assess Wesley’s injury.
“Of course. I used the set kit from the drama club at the high school. I hit him in the back, knocking the wind out of him. I think when he fell, it may have knocked him out, but he should be fine.”
I searched Wesley’s chest and head, trying to piece together what Silas was saying.
“There’s so much blood.” My voice wobbled, along with my lip, from trying to hold in a sob.
Silas held up a plastic bag. “All part of the set—I think it’s corn syrup and red food dye.”
Relief swelled in my chest as I moved, pulling Wes’s head into my lap, stroking along his hairline. I was a mess now, but I didn’t care.
“Wes?” I said, lightly slapping his cheek.
“I’ll help them, and I’ll make sure they get out of here, just go get my mom.” Silas locked his eyes with my dad, who seemed torn on what to do.
“Callie, I’m so sorry about this, honey. You were never going to go with him, but I know you were scared. I can explain everything, I just—”
I was too angry to even hear him speak. “Just go get Sasha.”
With one more pause, and a streak of remorse in his gaze, he ran outside. The sound of his bike reverberated through the house before dying off down the road.
It was just Silas and me with an unconscious Wes.
“If we can carry him to the truck, I’ll drive him down and I’ll take him to the emergency room.”
Silas grunted, slapping at Wesley’s face.
“He should wake up here in a few.”
The silence in the room stretched and then Silas let out a heavy sigh.
“Look, before he wakes up, I need you to promise me something.”
I examined him, seeing how tired he looked, with his pale blue eyes rimmed with red and bags under his sooty lashes.
“Why would I help you?”
His jaw clenched before letting his head hang forward.
“I deserve that. I have my own reason for being upset with your father and his club. But I shouldn’t have taken them out on you. I don’t know what Wes is planning, but I know after this, he’s going to step down. I know where he lives, and where he plans to raise his family. If he considers me an enemy, he’ll wage war on me, and as of right now, he’ll have the backing of the club to do it. I need time, and I need an ally.”
“So why not just explain this to him?” I asked, adjusting Wes in my lap. His eyes were still closed, his breathing even.
Silas stared down at him. “It won’t matter. I put you in danger. If it were me, and someone did this to my woman, I’d kill first and ask questions later.”
My mind went to Natty, for some reason, still curious if there was more to their connection.
“So you want me to speak on your behalf?”
Silas nodded slowly.
