If I thought Cahir wasn’t emotional earlier, I was wrong. His entire demeanour echoes concern for Bee and vengeance against those who’ve taken her. And fuck me, I am so behind that.
Pulling myself up into the cab of the tow truck, I start it up. It takes a bit, but I finally get her up to speed. I keep my headlights off until I see the security gate. The guards are taken by surprisewhen I switch on my brights. They heard the truck but didn’t see it.
Flooring the accelerator until she’s going as fast as I can get her to go, I run straight into the gate, taking it with me. I ignore the yells and the scream of the guard I’ve just driven over and keep going, aiming for the cars in the parking lot.
At the last second, I leap from the rig, tucking and rolling as I hit the ground the way Bee showed me. It hurts, but not as much as I thought it would. Gaining my bearings, I press the detonator, grinning as the tow truck explodes in a ball of flames.
“That was fucking awesome, man,” Bolt says through the earpiece, sliding to a stop next to me. “Fucking love it when Cahir gets the bombs out. Come on, let’s go fuck up some more shit.”
He claps a hand on my shoulder before he takes off. I shake my head, but I follow him, and we watch each other’s backs like we have our whole lives. I glimpse our teams fighting as we work our way around the warehouses. The explosion has drawn more of Eade’s men, and they swarmed out of the warehouse.
Eventually, I lose sight of Bolt and hope he’ll be okay. He’s been training, too, and he seemed to know what he was doing.
I fire off shots, taking out Eade’s men, and one of them veers toward me. I grab him before he can take me down, put my gun to his chin, and pull the trigger. He slumps to the ground. I’m running low on ammo in the gun I’m using, so I take a secondgun from my holster with my left hand and fire as another trafficker runs past me. Never thought I’d be so glad that I’m ambidextrous.
As I make my way down the side of a warehouse, I hear Bee taunting someone.
My blood freezes.
I need to get to her.
It’s as if now that I’ve found her, every fucking one of Eade’s men wants to get between her and me.
Fucking hell. Where the hell are they all coming from?
I wonder as I shoot another one. Behind me, I hear shots going off, shouting and screaming. But my main concern is getting to my woman. I know she’s close. I drop another trafficker with my last bullet buried in his head. Kicking him out of the way, I slam open the side door of the warehouse.
I don’t even think about ducking in case someone takes a potshot at me—my only concern is getting to Bee and making sure she’s okay.
And there she is. My gaze roams over her, cataloguing her injuries. She’s beaten to shit and barely standing straight, but she’s in one piece. That’s all that matters. She’s alive.
Her eyes find mine. Her lip wobbles. Then she’s moving towards me. Or I’m moving towards her—I’m not sure which. We don’t stop until she’s in my arms. Only then do I realise that she’s carrying a child.
“Cop,” she whispers, lifting her face to mine.
I wince. One eye is purple and swollen shut. There’s a cut on her cheek that looks like something sliced through it. And those are only the injuries I can see. God knows what else they did to her. I want to kiss her so badly, but I’m worried about hurting her. When I tell her this, in true Bee style, she won’t be denied. She takes control and presses her lips to mine.
We only pull apart when the child she’s carrying whimpers. I’m gutted when I see the fear in his eyes. And fuck, when Bee introduces me as her Old Man, I’m not sure I can describe the feelings that run through me. It’s clear that the boy has bonded with Bee, but what surprises me is the protective way she’s holding him—although it shouldn’t. I saw how she was with Shea, and from what I understand of the Crow MC, they’re protective of children, no matter if they’re blood or not.
It's no hardship for me to pinky promise the boy that he’s safe and we won’t hurt him, just like I mean every word when I agree that if he doesn’t have a family, Bee and I will take him. I know from the brotherhood that you don’t need to share blood to be family, and if it makes Bee happy to be his mom, that’s fine with me.
I’m surprised when Cai drives towards home and to a hospital outside of Feannag, but when I see all the Crow MC cuts and Bee’s parents, I understand.
Still unconscious, Bee and Noah are whisked away, and Cai and I are left to answer questions. Questions we don’t have answers to.
Eventually, Cai whistles and holds up his hand. “You need to wait and speak to Cahir and Bee. They have the answers you want. Until then, is there somewhere we can clean up?”
Until that moment, I don’t think it registered with any of them that we’re covered head to toe in blood.
“Of course.” Bee’s mom, Maggie, steps forward. “Come this way. I’ll show you where you can clean up, and I’ll get you something to change into.”
I don’t have a clue how she seems to know where to go or how she even has access to the staff changing rooms, but I’m too exhausted and worried to ask.
When I get out of the shower, I find sweatpants and a T-shirt on the sink. I have to put my boots back on, but at least I’m clean.
Cai and I join Bee’s family in the waiting room. I sink onto a chair, and I rest my head on the wall as exhaustion overwhelms me. I’m aware of someone sitting beside me, but I keep my eyes closed. I’m really not in the mood to talk to anyone.
“So, you’re the one whose bike she was on.”
