Not when Bay was in the front seat of my car when we were on our way to Wallace.
Not when I got word my guys intercepted Torin’s route and got a hold of him.
All I asked was if he’s alive, to have our best doctors woken up, and to keep me updated at all times.
My focus had to be on something else, and it’s currently on the inconsolable female on the other side of her bedroom door. She won’t come out to eat, see her sisters, or speak a word to me.
Torin will live; he’s too fucking stubborn not to.
However, I have nothing on Wallace, but the prick’s muscles probably protected a few vital organs.
“Little T,” I plead for the millionth time, feeling my patience withering away by the hour. “I will keep everyone away from you if you just step outside this door and take a shower.”
Nothing.
This is like speaking to Ozzy, but worse. I canfeelevery emotion radiating off her, even through the barrier between us.
She’s not budging.
And I’m stuck here trying to figure out what to do.
I’m at a loss.
I told Hot Rod he had twenty-four hours to get Bay to Levi before something happened. He clearly ignored those warnings as well.
Which leaves me with nothing and no leverage to get Bay out of her room. And I will not lie to her and fill her head with promises because I have no way of guaranteeing them. If Levi was fine, he would’ve already called Bay and ended this shit.
But he hasn’t.
If he had, Bay wouldn’t be on a lockdown of her own making. She’d be glowering at me or batting her eyelashes with the request to go see him.
This shit…is a fucking mess.
I feel Ozzy’s presence a moment later, but I don’t bother turning from the door.
Instead, I keep my voice a low mutter for him only.
“She’s not going to come out unless she can see or speak to Levi. You think you could get in?”
“No.”
Great.
My phone buzzes, and I mindlessly pull it from my jean pocket.
VICTOR: Mr. Wildes is out of surgery, sir. Five bullets. One in the shoulder, one grazed his head, two in his gut, and another in his thigh. He’s unconscious and lost a lot of blood.
“And Wallace?”
Ozzy needs to seriously stop fucking creeping up on me. I didn’t hear him approach, but maybe it’s because I can’t stop staring at our brother’s list of injuries.
I shake my head. “I dunno.”
Ozzy remains silent as I inhale a deep breath.
“Watch the door.”
I pivot, rounding his body and going outside to get some well-needed fresh air.
