Chapter 34
Chapter Thirty-Four
Adelaide
R iver wrapped an arm around my waist as soon as he stepped up behind the bar and pulled me against him, pressing his lips to mine. I gripped his cut in my fists, tugging him up harder against me—well, as far as I could manage with my large belly between us. He pulled back and pressed a gentle kiss to the tip of my nose, a smirk on his lips.
“Always so fucking needy,” he teased, his eyes gleaming with mischief.
I opened my mouth to tell him my high sex drive was all because of him, but then something crashed in the kitchen before the sound of something heavy falling to the floor reached my ears. “Fuck! River!” Reina screamed from inside of the kitchen.
We both rushed inside, and my heart stopped at the sight of Tristan passed out on the floor. “Tristan!” I screamed, shoving past River. I fell to my knees beside him, shaking his shoulders. Panic clawed at my throat, fear filling my veins. “Fucking wake up, Tristan!” I screamed.
This couldn’t be happening. I couldn’t lose him. God, no, not today. Please let him live long enough to meet Jaxon. Please .
“Tristan, don’t you dare fucking leave me!” I screamed, tears pouring down my cheeks.
I vaguely registered Sam talking to a 9-1-1 operator, but I was too focused on Tristan. River pressed his fingers to Tristan’s pulse, nodding something to Sam. I gripped Tristan’s pale face in my hands, tears blurring my vision, making it so hard to see him. I sobbed. “Tristan, please!” I wailed, something in my gut telling me that this was bad. Really fucking bad.
My gut was telling me what my heart wanted to deny.
I was losing him. This was it.
I had no idea how long I screamed and cried and begged, pleaded with a God who never gave a damn about me, but suddenly, paramedics were rushing into the kitchen. River tried pulling me back from Tristan, but I screamed at him to let me go, to put me the fuck down.
“Darlin’, come on. Let them get to him. They have to help him, Adelaide,” River told me soothingly.
“River, let me go!” I screeched. “Tristan!” I yelled, sobs wracking my chest. “ Tristan !”
“Patient is breathing. Pulse strong. Get me a stretcher,” one of the paramedics ordered.
I shook my head, crying so hard, I could barely breathe. “Darlin’, come on. Stay with me,” River begged me, but I was losing it.
“ No !” I wailed when they lifted Tristan onto a stretcher. I tried getting up, but River held me with him on the floor. “Tristan, please, God, no !” I screamed.
River lifted me into his arms and carried me out of the kitchen as the paramedics began to wheel Tristan out of the clubhouse. Reina was holding Axel, trying to quiet his cries. “I’ve got him,” Reina told River over the sound of me crying. “Go on to the hospital.”
River nodded in thanks, but I continued sobbing, begging for Tristan to come back to me.