“What did you offer him this time? You have nothing of value, and Alex is about to fight a cartel war with the Lopezes.” Sabre made a right at the end ofthe exit before he pulled off onto the shoulder. No one broke formation as they followed his lead.
“No—“ My stomach lurched. “Not girls. He…sold…me.” The car stopped, and I opened my door, trying to swing my feet to the side.
“I’ll beat your ass, you motherfucker. Did you sell Liz?”
I couldn’t hold on to my breakfast any longer, leaning forward and spilling it all over my shoes. As the last drop fell from my lips, the black crept over my vision until my spatial awareness was gone. Thunder would make sure I was safe.
***
Thunder
“Liz?” I asked, running to her side of the car. Her head was hanging down between her knees, and I’d never seen her limp like that. “Hey, are you alright?” I avoided the projectile vomit on the side of the road as I crouched next to her. She was out.
I didn’t want her to be disoriented once she woke, but I needed to sort this out. “Hey, it’s just me.” I said to Liz’s form, as I gently leaned her against the seat of the SUV. “It’ll be all right. I won’t let you get hurt.” I kissed her forehead before I stood, backing into Flo.
“I’ll stay with her. Sabre took my dad into the field. He’s calling for a pickup.” Her voice shook on the last word. She was pale, and her breath was coming out in gasps.
“Are you alright? You don’t look so good.” I walked her to the back passenger door, and she let me guide her to the seat.
“I don’t feel so good, Thunder. I think my blood pressure is up, but Sabre didn’t notice, and I don’t want to distract him.”
“We’re not having a repeat of last time.” I tried to make her smile. “Roberta is old-fashioned, unless you call her Bobbie.”
She laughed, but the sound was weak. “It’s too early to know.”
I needed to wrap this up. Looking around, my eyes landed on Buster. She was standing a few feet away from us, but her eyes were watching the men in the field. “Hey, Buster,” I called to get her attention. She turned to face me, heading in our direction. “I need a favor. Liz is out, and Flo isn’t doing so good. Can you stay with them?” I didn’t give her a chance to answer before I jogged out towards the rest of the brothers. I didn’t even bother with the pleasantries. “Call an ambulance. Flo’s not doing well.”
“What the fuck?” Sabre met me halfway. “What the fuck is going on?”
“She doesn’t look good. Thinks it’s her blood pressure.”
“Fuck.” He pulled out his phone and hit some buttons. There were too many numbers for an emergency line. “Hey, are you on shift?” He waited for a response, drumming his fingers against his thigh. “If I ask for you in the ER, can you meet us downstairs? I don’t trust anyone else, Stands.”
Fuck. It was the right call. Stands would take good care of Flo, but I only wished there weren’t such old blood. Her name was popping up more often, and each time, my heart would twinge at the little girl who’d run around the clubhouse.
“Yeah, I can do that.” Sabre nodded at something she said. “We’re near the gas station on Old Hickory.” He hung up, but before he said anything, Grizz told him to go. He’d said he would take care of the rest.
“Liz might be out. She’s sitting in the front seat.”
“Fuck!” Sabre screamed towards the sky. “Grizz call Twig and Berry. Tell them to bring a car and grab a prospect. Gerry’s going to the Playroom. One of them is going to have to drive the SUV, and the other can ride Meredith’s bike. I’m taking Grace to the hospital. It’s not ideal, but I’m not waiting.”
“Do you want us to wait for you?” Grizz asked. We all knew what he meant.
“No.”
Chapter 6
Meet the Playroom
Thunder
“Hey,” I mumbled. “We’re here.”
Liz had said nothing from the time she’d awakened from the blackout until now. I didn’t blame her. Gerry’s betrayal was weighing heavily on everyone’s minds, and I could only guess at the level of devastation rolling through hers.
“Tired.” Her eyes flickered as she sighed.
“I know, but we have to get you inside.”
