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Lights are still on, Beck says cheerfully as we pause in the driveway and I get off to
open the garage door. There are a lot of bikes in here, not the whole club obviously, but a
few. Beck and I park, leaving the guys to clean 'em up. Blood fucks up the paint job, you
know.
I sweep a hand though my hair and exchange a look with Beck. I don't really know how
to describe what happened today. A fucking nightmare. That's what it was. At least Tax
and I got that shit taken care of. Thing is, I don't know that we're done. I don't know that
this is over. We didn't kill everyone, obviously. A couple of minutes after we got back to
the fight, Broken Dallas and Bested by Crows started looking worried and fled. We didn't
bother to give chase. It was rough enough as is. And then I spent the last few hours
treating the wounded and moving the dead. Fucking hell. I don't ever want to do that shit
again.
Keep the details to yourself for a little while, I tell Beck as we open the front door and
come in to find an empty entryway. There were a few guys out front, but they didn't say
anything when I came in, just nodded to acknowledge me. A quick glance out the back
windows shows me that there a bunch of Triple M'ers in the yard with a fire going,
drinking beer and having a good time. I don't know if they realize how serious this crap is.
I got a bad feeling in my stomach, Beck, I tell him as we pause on our way to the back
door and glance up. Kimmi's standing at the top of the stairs looking nervous. I don't like
nervous. Scares the everliving crap out of me. I grit my teeth hard and turn towards her.
What is it now? I ask, stretched thin, tired, pissed the fuck off. When she speaks, my
heart nearly explodes inside my chest.
It's Amy.
I'm up the stairs before she can utter another word, headed straight down the hall
towards the only bedroom that's lit up. The door slams into the wall when I shove my way
through and find Amy resting on a cot in the corner. Her friend Christy is asleep on a lawn
chair nearby while Tease watches over them, a book clutched in her hands as she lounges
on the end of the cot. My heart is thumping so loud I can barely hear my own words when
they come tumbling out of my mouth.
What happened? I whisper as Beck and Kimmi move into the room behind me and
pause. It feels like there's a sea of tension between me and Amy, like a laser focus aimed
at those big, blue eyes. If anyone crosses my path, it's cuttin' em down.
Oh, Austin, Amy chirps, trying to sound cheerful. I must have a God-awful look on my
face. I'm glad you're back. Her voice quivers briefly before she gathers herself together
and unconsciously crosses an arm across her chest, fingers coming to rest on a bandage
on the opposite side.
What happened? I ask again, but nobody seems to want to answer me. I don't know if
they're scared of me or what, but lips stay sealed and gazes travel elsewhere around the
room.
I was going to call or text you, but Mireya made a good point, Kimmi begins as I start
across the room, boots loud on the covered wood floors. Amy watches me come, raising
her chin, face stoic. We thought you might be in a sticky situation, and we didn't want to
distract you.
I lean down and cup a hand gently against the back of Amy's head, pressing my lips
against hers. I don't realize that I'm the one trembling until I pull back and glance down at
my hands.
Somebody took a shot through one of the windows on the West side of the house,
Tease says, scooting off the bed and shivering when Beck comes up behind her and wraps
an arm around her waist. Amy got hit in the arm. It's a clean wound though, she adds,
like that even matters to me. Somebody shot my Amy? Somebody fucking shot her? My
vision flickers darkly for a moment, and I glance over my shoulder.
Get out.
Austin, Kimmi begins, but I turn my head and give her a look, too. She raises both
hands, purses her lips and then shakes her head. Never mind then. Christy? Amy's
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