“The falls,” he answered.
“Son of a bitch. I’m not far. I’ll meet you there.” I paused before I asked, “How are they?” He knew I was asking about King and Ravage.
“Not good, brother. If you have any idea where Chasm is, fucking find him.”
With that, he hung up, and I made another call.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
King
Just before the attack at The Bake Shoppe...
“Can’t say I’d ever had a police escort before,” Ravage said from the back seat. Maureen was in the passenger seat beside me as I drove, one hand on the wheel, the other being squeezed to death in hers.
I knew he was trying to lighten the mood, but fuck if I wasn’t terrified.
“How are you doing, Maureen?”
“I’m fine, King. I have done this before.” She chuckled.
I scoffed. “Twenty-five fucking years ago.”
“Are you calling me old?”
Before I could answer, Ravage popped up between us. “Don’t do it, brother. It’s a fucking trap. That’s the shit she pulled on me in the kitchen.”
Maureen laughed, and I grinned. Maureen loved to bust our balls, and she did it every chance she got. I guess growing up with Dec and Sal meant she knew how to give as well as she got.
Maureen winced and squeezed my hand. Ravage must have seen the look on my face because he pried Maureen’s hand off mine and held it instead.
“You have names picked out?” Ravage asked. I knew he was trying to distract her.
“One name,” Maureen said through gritted teeth, as the contraction tightened around her belly. The only reason I knewwhat the fuck was happening was because Beck, Sam, and Ellie had sat around the clubhouse talking about everything they went through.
“What is it?” I asked. She and Dec had been pretty tight-lipped about the name. Saying some shit about not wanting to spoil the surprise.
“Bennett.”
When I heard the name, my head snapped to the side so I could look at her. She was staring at me when she said it. I hadn’t realized my foot had come off the gas until Ravage said something.
“Why the fuck are you slowing down?” he barked.
I shook my head and put my eyes back on the road. It took a minute before I could get the words out. “He’d have been so proud.” I cleared my throat. The emotions I hadn’t really dealt with from losing Hash made it hard to speak. Hell, it made it hard to fucking breathe.
Ravage looked up at me in the rearview mirror.
“Evan Bennett was the man we lost in the attack. He and Maureen were close.”
“I’m sorry,” Ravage murmured as he rubbed Maureen’s hand.
The three of us were quiet as we pulled into the hospital. Dec was there waiting to open Maureen’s door and lift her out.
“I can walk, Declan.” My big brother didn’t argue; he just carried his wife into the hospital.
“Go, I’ll park the car and meet you inside,” Ravage offered.
Beck and Colleen rushed toward the door; they both gave me a hug, and we moved inside to the waiting room. Colleen went to the nurse’s station to check on her mother.
