The brothers all gasp in shock before Jas chokes, “She wanted to kill her, and I-I didn’t, I…”
Jas trembles in my arms as she gasps for breath, her shock setting in, and I gently pull her away from the bloodied mess as Ais cries, “Mama…”
“Oh god, what have I… What did I…” Jas stutters as her legs give out, and I hold her tighter.
“Fuck, she’s going into shock!” Thunder growls as he quickly stands in front of Jas, trying to block her view of her now dead mother.
“Dirty, erase all the cameras from inside the store and surrounding the place then make it look like the woman stolefrom her husband and the office, Stone, get the prospects to wrap the body then take it to our docks to burn the body and throw it in the ocean, Anchor, call a prospect to bring the clubs other truck, Tank can’t ride with Jas in shock, I’ll take Aisling to the hospital and get Tank’s dad to follow. Vincent, you’re with me in the truck,” Doc orders while Jasmine completely fucking shuts down on me.
“What did I…” she repeats over and over, and I swear to fuck, I’m petrified I’m going to lose her to her guilt, to the trauma of taking a life.
I knew I should have called her while away then maybe she would have waited to come to the toy store until I got back.
The brothers get into action while I move Jas over to the side of the alleyway, away from the dead body, before sitting her on the floor. Then I kneel before her and cup her cheeks, trying to lock eyes so she can see I’m here, but her eyes are clouded, her mouth continuing to mumble, completely in shock.
Fuck.
“Doc,” I rasp, “bring Aisling quickly!”
Within seconds, Aisling's sniffles can be heard as he gets closer, and Jas looks up at our daughter, her tears fall and a hint of life sparks into her eyes before they cloud over again, and I swallow the panic I can feel rising.
“Mama,” Aisling sniffles, and I gently turn and take her from Doc, who mentions, “A few minutes, brother, then I really need to get that arm X-rayed,” and I nod as he looks at Jas with concern.
“Jas?” I say but get no reaction, even as I help our daughter sit in her mother's lap and rest her head against her chest, my girl doesn’t react, and that panic deep inside me rides higher.
Fuck, have I lost her?
No, I fucking refuse!
“Doc, take Aisling to the hospital. I’ll be there as soon as I can,” I murmur, and Aisling looks at me, shaking her pretty little head. I smile softly and whisper, “We need to get your arm checked, baby girl. Mama will be okay, I promise.”
She looks at her mother, her tears falling, and she kisses Jas’s cheek before whispering, “Thank you for sabing me, Mama,”
I don’t correct her words, my heart fluttering at the love our daughter is showing, and Doc bends down, gently picking Aisling up, who curls into his arms, and I give him a nod as a few bike rumbles echo, and I know backup has arrived.
“Son?” Dad questions, but I quickly say, “Follow Doc to the hospital and stay with Aisling, her arm is broke!”
I hear him curse before he follows Doc, Aisling calling, “Grandpa,” with a cry before I hear, “Brother?” and I turn and lock eyes with Trigger's sad ones.
“We need to get her back to the clubhouse, and I-I, fuck brother, I can’t lose her, not now that I have her back.” I choke, and he nods before we both look at Jas, whose tears trail her cheeks while her mouth continues to move, her beautiful eyes completely clouded over.
Fuck, I really cannot lose her, I won’t survive.
Chapter 27
Jasmine
“Sit up straight, Jasmine!” Mama snaps, and I flinch as my daddy sighs, “Just let her eat her dinner, Madison. No one else is around.”
“No, because then she’ll get complacent and I won’t have that!” Mama snaps, and Dad chuckles darkly, “She’s five, Madison,” causing her to glare at him while my brother moves his food around his plate, ignoring our bickering parents.
***
I blink as warm water hits my face and Logan stands before me, still dressed, his clothes getting wet.
Why is he letting his clothes get soaked? That doesn’t make sense. Am I missing something?
Did he just walk in? No, that can't be right—when did he come? I don't remember hearing the door.
