Chapter 5 #2
My legs feel weak, and I think my body is frozen in place.
I just spent four years in a remote area where gangs and groups tried to overtake small villages for power, so seeing blood and people with bullet holes or slashes on their bodies is nothing new.
But being part of the cause of those holes and slashes is totally surreal.
I feel as though I’m having an out of body experience right now.
My brain hasn’t caught up with everything that is transpiring in front of me.
Brock and the other two guys all have their weapons drawn and are pointing them at us.
“Now, now bitch, we don’t want any trouble. Come with us and we’ll let your friends be. Someone very important wants to have a word with you.”
Trick is struggling, but manages to pull out his gun and is pointing it at the men now. Off in the distance sirens are blaring, making the crowd erupt from cover and start to flee from the scene.
“Brock, man, we gotta go!” one of the guys yells as the sounds of the police gets closer.
Brock gazes back over to Raegan and then licks his lips.
“Soon, bitch, soon.”
They scurry off somewhere. We try to lug Trick over to Raegan’s car.
“Talk to me, Trick!” Raegan yells as we get him in the passenger seat. I hop in the back as Raegan slides across the hood and gets in the driver’s seat. I find a shirt next to me and hand it over to Trick to apply pressure to his wound that still has the knife in it.
“I’ll be fine. I don’t think it hit anything too bad. Let’s head back to the clubhouse, and I’ll send a prospect back for my bike if the cops don’t impound it.”
Raegan starts the car and heads out the way we came and away from the cops who have started to arrive and are trying to stop some of the cars from leaving.
We’re heading back towards the bridge. I can see it’s a little ways in front of us.
I can hear labored breathing coming from the front seat and know we need to get him to a doctor soon.
Pulling out my phone from my back pocket, I swipe it to the main screen.
As I’m about to press Havoc’s name, I hear a gasp from Raegan.
“Oh, god! Get down!”
Before I can even manage to follow her instructions, loud popping sounds and the shatter of glass from the back window explodes through the car. I hit the floorboard in the tiny space and drop the phone to cover my head with my hands.
“Raegan!” I yell over the whizzing sounds of bullets coming at the car. I feel wetness dripping down on my head and reach up to my hair. Red! Blood! Oh my gosh, we’re hit. I almost throw up from the iron smell the small space is putting off.
“Sutton! Sutton, are you okay?” Raegan screams as the spray of bullets lets up. She’s swerving the car to dodge anymore possible assaults to us.
“I’m good.” I visually check then start to touch over the top half of my body. “There’s blood everywhere.”
“Fuck! Trick,” she screams, and the car swerves as she tries to reach over to him in the passenger seat. “Trick, say something!”
I watch as Raegan reaches over again and checks his neck with a shaky hand.
I look around the headrest and the image in front of me will give me nightmares for the rest of my life.
Trick’s head is slumped forward, but the holes in the back of his head are what my eyes focus on.
It looks as though half his head was blown off.
“He’s dead! Sutton, oh god, he’s dead!” I can hear tears in her voice. “Call for help!”
I blindly search for my phone that fell on the floor and find it up under Trick’s seat. With trembling, bloody hands, I press the button on the screen and wait for their answer.
“Are you okay?” I ask as it rings and rings. “Are you hit?” We’re approaching the bridge at an alarmingly fast rate.
“My shoulder’s—” she starts to say, but another spray of bullets light up the car, and we lose control, hitting the side of the wooden bridge.
Raegan tries to right the car, but we’re sent off to the other side and the barrier breaks, sending us flying over the side of the bridge and into water below.
Stone wastes no time hopping up from his seat and strides out of the room.
When the door closes, the events of the day crash into me, and I break wide open.
I can hear myself wail as I let the flood gates open and cry my eyes out.
At first Beckett looks like a fish out of water with my crash out, but then swoops in and holds me.
My face finds the crook of his neck, and I soak his skin and shirt.
“It’s gonna be all right,” he coos rubbing my back in a soothing manner. “You’re safe.”
I pull back nodding, “I need to see Raegan.” I pause for a moment. “Trick! He was in the front seat—”
“We were able to recover Trick,” he says. “The nurses said that Raegan is about to go back,” he tells me, using the pad of his thumb to wipe my cheek.
“Please, I need to see her.”
He pauses what he’s about to say and looks me over then nods.
“Okay, but only for a quick second if they haven’t already taken her.”
Beckett finds a wheelchair out in the hall, and once he has me situated, we make our way down and around the nurses’ station by the elevators. I can hear Stone talking, and it breaks me even more when I see her with all the tubes attached to her body.
This is all my fault.
If I hadn’t been so stubborn about accepting the money Raegan offered me to get out of town, we’d have never gone to that stupid race.
The doctor comes to tell us it’s time to take her back, so Beckett wheels me to my room. He helps me into bed and piles the blankets on top of my body. The chill is almost gone now.
“I’ve got to go handle some things, but I’ll be back as soon as I can,” he says after placing a kiss on my forehead. “You know this isn’t how I wanted us to hang out tonight, right?” He winks and bends down to press his lips to mine.
A knock on the door jars us out of our bubble, but no one comes in.
“I’ve gotta go. Get some rest. I’ll be here when you wake up.”
“Okay,” I agree, and my body follows his command as my eyes start to get heavy again. The lights lower, and I fall back into the dark abyss.
“Do you have a ride home?” my nurse asks as she hands me my discharge papers.
“I, uh, yeah they’re waiting outside,” I lie because the last thing I want is to call Papa or anyone from The Fellowship. I’m surprised they haven’t already found out that I’m here.