Chapter 19
Nuke
“You won’t stop till you save him,” I growled at the doctor.
The doctor swallowed.
We knew that Grey had protected Kimber.
And we were pretty sure that the blood that covered her body was Grey’s, but it was better to be safe than sorry.
Especially when she was carrying a member of the second generation of SOMC.
And if Grey found out that I hadn’t pushed for his woman to be looked at and checked over... that was I fight I was glad wouldn’t be taking place.
Kettle
I batted at the nurse who tried to touch me.
Soraya stepped forward, took the kit out of her hand, and started to patch me up.
I had been grazed by two bullets.
Scratches.
But fuck me... the feel of Soraya’s hands on my skin... the only touch I’d been able to handle ever since I was small enough to know that with touch came pain.
Grimm
I stood there with my arms crossed over my chest as I waited.
Waited to end whoever failed to save him and make sure she was okay.
Ophelia
She’s perfect for our Grey. God, please, let her be okay.
Nola
I adored Grey, and I adored Kimber.
Too much has been taken from me.
I couldn’t handle anything more.
Xander
I wrapped my arms around my woman and held on tightly.
I knew that she and Kimber had gotten close.
After her parents died, she didn’t need anyone else taken from her.
Soraya
After I patched Kettle up, I moved to wait with my family.
Yes, sometimes things like this happened with who the men in our lives were.
But nine times out of ten... the rest of the days with them were the best.
Agatha
I was going to enforce a new rule.
Every member of our family was getting wrapped in bullet protective gear.
I pulled out my phone and looked to see what I could do.
Tempie
God, please, spare them.
Saint
I stood, and then I paced.
Shit like this shouldn’t be happening to us.
But by all that’s holy, we’re going to figure this shit out.
Khal
While Grey was locked up, Kimber and I had gotten close.
So close that she truly felt like my little sister.
I was pissed the fuck off at myself that I hadn’t made it to her in time.
Merlin
I just shared what I found out.
Grimm left.
Kettle left.
Xander left.
Saint left.
I grinned.
Tempie smirked.
“Love you, M,” she said.
I winked at her, “Love you too, T.”
Wolf
I pulled my phone out and called my team.
Jury
I scrubbed my hands together.
Kimber
“Nope. You can’t have me.”
Grey
“Send me back to her. Now.”
Kimber
18 hours later
“The baby?” I rasped.
“A good heartbeat. Your baby is tough.” The doctor said.
I smiled.
Then I got out of bed, and carefully, I walked out of the room while the staff tried to get me back into bed, but I wasn’t having it.
I wasn’t having any of it.
I kept walking until I saw the brothers, which told me where Grey was.
And the moment I entered the room, I heard it, “Who the fuck are you?”
He was looking right at me.
Oh. Shit.
Grey
I looked at my brothers. “Who in the fuck is that?”
“You don’t remember?” Nuke asked,
Oh. Shit.
Five seconds later, “I’m a dumb fuck,” I said as I stared at my woman. My wife. My life.
The mother of my... I sat up and ignored the pain, “Did you tell me you're pregnant?”
She snickered as she walked toward me, and the moment she reached me, she bent at the waist and kissed me.
Softly.
Gently.
And then she poured everything she was feeling into that one kiss.
Tears hit my eyes. I whispered, “I’m so sorry I forgot about you.”
I hated myself.
She snorted, “For five seconds, jerk.”
I snorted as that hatred slowly melted away, until... the staff broke in and pulled Kimber away from me.
***
Then I had them growling at me an hour later as I followed by her example.
“Who the fuck was it?” I asked as I stared at the heart monitors they had on both Kimber and our baby.
Nuke growled, “Something that I still can’t believe. Merlin found the shit. Grimm got the truth out of him. We’re waiting for the both of you to walk out of here to see how you want to play this.”
***
We were released thirty-six hours later.
“Normally, I’d say we’d take care of this shit. But this is in our backyard. We don’t need the feds on our asses.” I said as I looked at my brothers around the table.
“Call Asher. Think he owes us a marker.” I said.
Nuke nodded, then placed the call.
Fourteen hours later, we had a plan.
And in three hours, that fucking asshole was out of Louisiana.
His great aunt twice removed needed his help since her health was declining.
It just so happened that what caused her health to decline was the black mold in her house. A house that she refused to leave.
And it started that piece of shit’s health to decline too.
Oops.