Doom buckled me into the back of the car Mouse drove, then slid in beside me. We drove back to the compound in silence and Doom led me up to our room where I promptly rushed to the bathroom and threw up everything I’d eaten in the last year. Well, everything I hadn’t already puked up on my porch.
While I was losing my lunch, chaos was ensuing outside our bedroom. I could tell Doom was trying to keep it from me, but I could also tell he was as freaked as I was, he was just better at hiding it than me.
“Baby, Willow’s gonna hang with you for a bit while the brothers meet,” Doom said from the doorway.
“I’m okay, Doom. She doesn’t need to do that.”
“It’s not really up for discussion,” Willow called out, her sweet voice hiding the bossy lioness hidden inside.
Doom kissed the top of my head. “If you need me, I’m here, okay? But try not to need me for a bit. I’m going to send Doc up to check on you in a few.”
“Okay, honey,” I whispered, and he left me.
Once my stomach calmed, I brushed my teeth and walked into my bedroom. Willow sat in the chair by the window, studying her phone. She smiled up at me and nodded toward the dresser. “I grabbed Sprite and saltines.”
“I love you,” I said.
“Are you okay?”
“I think so. Doc’s going to check me over in a few, but I don’t think anything’s hurt.”
“Well, Doom wants you in bed,” she said.
I rolled my eyes. “Of course he does.”
“Now,” she bossed.
I groaned. “I’m going.”
I slid under the covers and settled the pillows behind my back so Willow and I could at least visit for a while.
Doom
Two hours later…
“FIRST OF ALL, I want to let you all know Rabbit is gonna be okay,” Doc said. “He’s at Memorial and they happen to have one of the best burn units in the country.”
Despite his words of assurance, Doc looked like he’d aged five years over night.
“He’s got second, and third degree burns up and down his body and is going to require a series of grafts over the next six months. It’s gonna be rough, but we all know Rabbit is a tough kid.”
“The good news is, for once it wasn’t Dash who got hurt, so Willow doesn’t have to tear the club a new asshole once again,” I said to chuckles around the room.
“How are Lyric and the baby?” Alamo asked.
“Doing great. Resting safely upstairs,” I replied.
“Glad to hear it,” Alamo replied, and then the pleasantries were over.
Doc hit the gavel on the table and the room settled.
“Brothers, if you haven’t noticed, we’re now at war,” Doc said. “Over the past twenty-four hours, the Spiders have made it clear they’re out for blood. The blood of any Burning Saint, or a member of any club affiliated with them, and each of us needs to be on guard at all times, until the threat of the Spiders is eliminated.”
“Exactly how long are we supposed to fight the Burning Saints war for them?” Gator asked.
“It’s not their war. It’s all of ours. If the Spiders take control over Portland, Savannah will be next.”
“But we didn’t start shit with the Spiders, the Saints did,” Gator argued.
