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“We look like a bunch of fucked up motherfuckers.” I laugh. My knuckles are sore and swollen, and my kidney is aching like a bitch where a fucker got in a punch. Sin’s words about maybe changing the role in the MC float through my mind. I’ve got too much to lose now. Too many people depending on me.

“Those Italians like to throw down. What can I say?” Cut presses his thumb and index finger into his broken nose.

“Maybe it’s the fact that you’re getting old and you can’t box like you used to,” Hawk jokes.

“I wouldn’t be talking, pretty boy. Does your owie hurt too bad?” Cut fires back, pointing at the purpling mouse that’s under his left eye.

“Fuck that. It felt good,” Hawk says.

“You must have some pent-up frustrations, because brother, I’ve never seen you pound a man like that,” Sin says.

“Frustrations don’t begin to describe the shit that’s going through my mind.” Taking another pull from his beer bottle, he tries to cut Sin’s probing conversation.

“When are you heading back to LA?” Sin continues.

“I’m not,” he says before turning around, heading over to the jukebox. Cut’s phone rings, making him turn his back on us to take the call.

“There’s some shit going on right there,” Cruise says. Just the sound of his voice makes my eye twitch, but at least he’s been staying the fuck outta my way.

“More shit than any of us know, I’m sure,” I say back. Turning to Sin, I ask, “Has he talked to you about his visits to LA?”

He shakes his head. “Nothing, really.”

“Then maybe you need to take his lack of talking as a sign to stop fucking asking questions he doesn’t want to give you the answers to.”

“Fuck you. He’s my best friend, and he needs to fucking talk.”

“You sound like a fucking bitch right now. You need to ask that woman of yours for your balls back. Especially if you want to–”

“Lick!” Cut calls out before turning his focus back to the call. When he brings his eyes back to me, his expression says it all.

“Shit’s went south. We need to get home. It’s Jenni.”

There’s a stampede of boots hitting the hospital floor behind me. The entire MC enters the emergency room asking questions, yelling and commanding orders. Everyone is demanding they be told what happened.

Savannah enters the lobby from behind the ER’s doors. Her shirt has traces of blood all over it. When Sin sees her, he rushes over, wrapping his arms around her. She breaks down, crying once she’s in his arms.

Savannah’s eyes find mine and my world stops. “Jenni’s been shot.” Sin wraps his arm around her before she buries her face in his neck.

“W–What?” I’m sure I haven’t heard her right.

“Rob, um, he showed up at the park. I told her who he was, that he was the same man who came into the shop a couple months back, and she approached him. I–I went to the kids. I was going to get them away, but then he pulled a gun.”

“Fuck.”

“He was saying how he gave you a chance, how he wanted the money and you ignored him. H-He said that guys were going to kill him and you needed to pay. But then… um, Bubba came out of nowhere.”

“Bubba was there?” Dyke asked.

“Yes. He tackled Rob, but there were shots, one after another, and then nothing. Jenni was h–hit in the shoulder and Bubba in the chest. H–He may not make it.”

“Where the fuck is Jenni?” I spit.

“She’s in with Bubba. Her wounds were a graze to the shoulder. She’s in pain, but okay. She won’t leave his side, though.”

“I need to see my son,” Dyke demands, pushing his way through the doors.

“Hey.” Cut puts his hand on my shoulder. “She’s okay. Savannah said she’s okay.”