Chapter Twenty-Eight

P ain radiates throughout my entire body. It feels as if someone has shot bolt after bolt of lightening through me while simultaneously beating the shit out of me with a bat.

My mind scrambles to try and piece together what just happened, but all I can think about is Harley, Grayson, and Cayden. Where are they? Are they okay?

Someone screams, and it sounds so loud I wince in pain from the way my brain is pounding against my skull.

I try to move, to sit up or look around, but it feels like my limbs are gone. I can’t move anything. I gag and cough as the taste of copper overtakes my mouth, and I try to spit it out while gagging harder, but I can’t get it all out.

I’m so fucking confused. I was just—just standing out here in the garage talking with the other guys, and then there was nothing.

Forcing my eyes to open, I blink through the haze of heavy smoke. I slowly turn my head to the side as I groan in pain but keep blinking to look around the room. I can’t see much besides pieces of debris everywhere. As my vision clears more, I can see red staining the ground a few feet away from me.

Following the red stain, I can barely make out the shape of a person. Their arm lies at an odd angle above their head, while their leather jacket is ripped to pieces around them.

I attempt to reach out to them, but when I move my arm, I let out a hoarse scream as the pain intensifies.

I feel weak.

I don’t even know what happened.

But as I continue to look around me through the thick smoke that burns my eyes, I notice Axe lying motionless a few feet away from me beside the other person.

My eyes flutter as dust and smoke burns them to tears, and I try to really concentrate on Axe.

I think I call out to him.

To anyone, but I’m not sure my mouth is even moving—it feels so dry.

As my eyes fall shut again, I swear I hear my little flame giggling and my brothers’ laughter. They must be okay.

As long as they have each other.

It’ll be okay.

It’ll be okay.

I think I smile as the pain dissipates into nothing but peace.

To be continued…

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