Void’s panic set me on alert.
“What is it?”
“I set up her Apple Watch so I could track her blood pressure, oxygen levels, and overall health. Don’t look at me like that, Rev. It was fucking necessary.”
Rev narrowed his eyes, his lips curling back in a sneer. “You don’t have any fucking boundaries, do you?”
Void ignored him. “I can’t track her vitals. At all. There’s nothing.”
“But there are lots of reasons that could happen, right? Like a malfunction or interference because of the storm?”
Focus, Diesel. Don’t lose your shit.
He cracked his neck. I heard it pop behind me. “Yeah. It could.”
Even if it weren’t likely, I’d take it. It was the only thing keeping me sane since we got in this fucking truck.
“We’re almost there,” I announced. “We should be spotting her vehicle soon. Void? Still no movement?”
“No,” he croaked.
Rev saw her vehicle first. He had crazy good vision. It was probably why he was an expert rifle shot when he enlisted. And he still outshot my score every time when we went to the firing range. And by firing range, I mean the setup we put together behind the clubhouse, away from civilization and deep in the woods.
“Stop the fucking truck!” Rev shouted, already opening the door as I stomped my boot down on the brake. He slammed it shut, leaving me to throw my truck into park and slip on myjacket, gloves, and hat before I joined him. I couldn’t drive with all those layers. I would have sweated to death before we ever arrived.
Void was already scrambling from the back, pushing his laptop aside, following me out of the same door. I heard him shut it, racing after me as we approached Becca’s SUV.
It was fucking totaled. Broken glass and twisted metal littered the ground around her, a stark contrast to the fallen snow. I didn’t know how she survived this crash. The front end had smashed into a tree, and my heart nearly leaped into my throat as I hollered her name. Judging by the damage centered on the right panels and front, she narrowly missed being pinned and possibly killed.
Rev had managed to yank her driver’s side door open. I knew he had medical training and had seen horrific shit overseas. He told me about the brothers he lost in combat and how he saved one of them after his leg got blown off by an IED. If anyone could help her, it was Rev.
“She’s unconscious!”
“Does she have a pulse?” Void tried to move closer, but there wasn’t room for all three of us in the tight space.
It felt like minutes before Rev answered, sticking his fingers against her carotid artery. “Yeah. Steady, but I can tell she’s in pain, and there are signs of trauma. There’s a laceration on her forehead from broken glass. One of her legs is pinned. I’m going to need help getting her out.”
I swallowed down the worry and guilt I felt, trying to stay focused. “Is it safe to move her?”
“I think so.”
“We can’t fucking leave her there,” Void snapped.
I flipped him off. “Fuck you, Void.” Shoulder-checking him, I moved his ass out of the way. “Tell me what you need, Rev.”
He gave instructions to both Void and me, and between the three of us, we safely extracted her from the vehicle. By the time we carried her to the truck, we were getting soaked from the falling snow. Sweat coated the back of my neck, growing cold from the freezing temperature outside.
“I’m going to ride in the back with her, Diesel. She needs to remain as stable as possible.”
Nodding, I turned to Void. “Spread out those blankets, and we’ll try to make her as comfortable as possible. The roads are going to justle my truck.” I shook my head. “I won’t be able to help it, Rev.”
“We go slow. It’ll be fine. I’ve got her.”
The hair on the back of my neck prickled. I couldn’t explain the reason. Maybe it was because my entire life focused on the club and safety for its members, families, and those I cared about. That lifestyle honed my instincts.
Rev’s were sharpened by active duty and combat. He felt it at the same time as me, pausing as we secured Becca in the back of my truck. Once he climbed in and held her, I would pull the truck bed cover over them, shielding them from the snow and ice.
That was the last thought in my head before I heard gunshots.
