Chapter Thirty-Seven
JEDD THOMAS
VICE PRESIDENT OF THE HOUNDS OF BABYLON
Loyal to my brothers.
Undercover for the ATF without any of my men knowing.
Currently wearing a wire.
Icouldn’t get enough air into my lungs.
Just breathe,I repeated over and over again.
Those two words were silenced by a more dominant thought:
They should have been here sooner. Winnie promised they’d be here fucking sooner.
I couldn’t look at Drew, and I couldn’t look at Winnie.
I’d let them down.
She’d let me down.
All her guarantees of our safety—her promises to keep every man free from harm and safe from death now sounded like fucking shallow lies to get me to where I currently was—in a warehouse, surrounded by blood, unable to look at my president who was truly unresponsive for the first time in his life.
Winnie’s voice called out to Sutton, her words sharp like aknife in my chest. “Medics on route. Everyone else stay the fuck down.”
She should have been here sooner.
“Is he breathing?” Winnie asked someone I couldn’t see.
“He’d better be fucking breathing,” Deeks muttered to himself.
“Drew, for fuck’s sake, man!” Slater’s voice was cracked and desperate, his pitch breaking on every word.
Dropping my chin to my chest, I slowly peeled my eyes open and stared straight ahead, the scene in front of me shattering my heart into pieces.
Time froze to imprint that scene to the forefront of my mind for the rest of my life, and when I caught sight of someone moving closer to me, I glanced up through narrowed eyes and watched as Winnie came to a stop and stared down at me with her lips pinched together.
Her regret shone like a dark star.
Her unspoken apology hung in the air.
Her need to hear me say it was okay was obvious.
“Go fuck yourself,” I whispered roughly, making sure she heard every ounce of venom I had within me for the traitorous bitch. She held my gaze, unblinking, before I turned away and focused on my president.
I waited for him to move because that’s what Drew did.
He always moved in the end.
He always got the fuck up again.
