They both made it safely, but the kid’s father didn’t.
One of the ten.
Now Eli’s down in the bunker, passed out from the crash his body goes into when it’s pushed too far, and the boy’s mother is already on her way to pick him up.
The SUV tears through the last stretch of road, and the compound walls come into view.
Floodlights blaze across the yard, and I watch as men move everywhere. Everyone seems to have a task.
As we roll through the gate, an ambulance is pulling away, and my stomach drops.
But my mind only has one focus.
Get to the bunker…Get to my woman.
Patch told me she was out of it, much like Eli. But that’s all he would say.
The moment I started asking questions, he cut me off, saying he had more injured men to deal with and had to leave the bunker just to take my call.
Then he hung up.
I didn’t like it, but I didn’t call him back.
Because if Patch says he needs to focus, you let the man focus.
The SUV skids to a stop outside the gate, and I’m out and running before it even finishes opening.
My boots pound across the gravel as I sprint through the compound, then the clubhouse doors, down the basement stairs two at a time, and finally through the reinforced bunker door that stands wide open.
“Where’s Abigail?” I bark to anyone within earshot.
“She just…”
“PATCH!” I roar, already moving.
The bunker is massive…almost as wide as the property above it. Most of the space is storage. Food, water, weapons, fuel, supplies stacked high enough to keep us alive down here for a couple of years if we had to.
But there are also living quarters.
Rows of rooms carved into concrete.
Abigail’s room sits right next to mine….by design.
The med bay is several rooms down the corridor.
I round the corner just in time to see Patch shoving open the door, sliding his cut on as he steps into the hallway.
He looks fucking exhausted…and he’s covered in blood.
“Abigail?” I ask.
“I need you to take a deep breath,” he says.
Which immediately causes me to stop breathing altogether.
“What is it?” Spike asks as he comes up beside me, Asher clutched against his chest, and Riley tucked into his side. “Where’s my sister, Patch?”
“She’s alive,” Patch says quickly. “But she was shot.”
