“Good. Don’t move. We’re using a winch to stabilize the truck. Then, we’ll get you out. Is anyone seriously injured that you know of?”
“You need to get Braxton out first,” was all I said. I didn’t want to upset Riley any more than she already was, but he needed to know things were not okay inside the truck.
“Understood. How’s Riley?”
“My arm hurts really bad and I can’t move, Mr. President.”
“We’re going to fix that for you in just a few minutes, sweetheart. How’s Kellan doing?” he asked.
“He’s hurt. He was crying and his hair is all sticky and red,” she said.
I reached up and felt all around my head. When I brought my hand back in front of my face, sure enough, it was covered in blood.
“Riley, I need you to do me a big favor right now. I want you to squeeze your eyes closed as tight as you can and hold your breath. There’s going to be a loud noise and then you can open your eyes and stop holding your breath. Are you ready?”
“Yes, sir,” she said.
“Okay, sweetie. Close your eyes and hold your breath, now,” Copper said. There was a brief pause and then the sound of glass shattering filled the truck. “Okay, baby girl, it’s all done,” he said and sounded much closer than before.
“I’m going to get Braxton out, and then we’ll get you out, okay?”
“Okay,” she said shakily and I could tell she was crying again.
“Riley, did you know that Copper and Bronze have pet snakes that live at the clubhouse? Their names are Slither and Squeeze and they’ve had them since they were kids. Would you like to go see them sometime?” I asked, hoping to distract her while they pulled her brother from the truck.
“No! I don’t like snakes!”
The truck moved and there was a loud scraping sound followed by a curse from Copper. “His name is Braxton Parker and he’s four years old. He’s been unconscious since the collision. His mother is already at the hospital,” Copper relayed.
“Thank fuck,” I whispered. If he was relaying Braxton’s details, then that meant he was alive.
“All right, princess, let’s get you out of here,” Copper said. “I need you to put your hands on Kellan’s seat and be very still. I’m going to cut your seat belt and you might move forward, but I’m going to catch you.”
“I can’t move my arm,” she cried. “It’s stuck.”
“Shit,” Copper grumbled. “It’s okay, honey. It’s just going to take us a few more minutes to come in a different way, okay?”
“Wait!” I called out. “Pass me that knife so I can cut myself out.”
“Savior, just give us—”
“No! We need to get her out of here!” I screamed. I was trying not to panic, but I needed both kids out of the truck before anything else happened to them.
“Okay, brother. Reach back and get the handle.”
I took the knife from him and sliced through my seat belt. I was able to raise the steering wheel, but I couldn’t move my seat at all. It took some maneuvering, but I was able to slide over to the passenger seat and turn myself around.
“Riley,” I breathed when my eyes landed on her. She seemed to be okay, except for her arm. “I’m going to get you out.”
“Please don’t hurt my arm.”
I grimaced. “I’m going to try my hardest not to.” I didn’t want to hurt her, but if I had to in order to get her out, I would.
Carefully climbing over the center console into the back seat, I wrapped one arm around her waist and held her steady while I sliced through her restraints. She screamed when her torso fell forward.
Looking over her shoulder, I could clearly see what the problem was. “Fuck, Copper. Her arm is pinned between the seat and the door.”
“One second,” he said and disappeared. Moments later he stuck his head through the back window. “Hold her steady,” he said firmly and held up a crow bar.
