After Us (Next Generation #6) - J.M. Walker Page 0,111

guys came up behind Jaron and it looks like something spooked them but…”

“What?” I demanded.

“I think Jaron was shot,” Rowan said gently. “It was probably why they didn’t shoot him in the head. Something startled them.”

“Do you see them take him?” Red clouded my vision, my throat working over a hard lump. If Jaron was gone…

Catch came up to me, clapping my shoulder. That single touch alone calmed some of the nerves rushing through me.

“No. This shit is fucked up. Greyson,” Rowan continued. “Price placed Brynn on the ground, and they left. Just like that.”

“So they’re here,” I told him. “They have to be.”

“That’s what it looks like, but the video cuts out after that. They must have seen the cameras. I don’t know. Greyson, it doesn’t look good. Jaron dropped and was unmoving. He…”

“Thank you, Rowan.” I disconnected the call and turned to my men. “Jaron and Brynlee are still here. Find them. Please for the love of God, I need you to find them. Not for me. But for Eve and Piper.”

“We will.” Catch gripped my shoulder, gave it a squeeze, and went to walk away when I caught his arm.

“Listen, I’m—”

“Don’t.” Catch shook his head. “I would have reacted the same way. We’ll find them.”

A sharp scream had our heads turning toward the noise. A maid was backing up out of a room on the second floor.

The closer we got to her, the harder my heart raced.

“Ma’am.” Catch went up to her as Tray went into the room, followed by Cheesy and another prospect, Jamie Locke. A couple of other guys joined them. “Tell us what happened.”

“Blood. So much blood.” Her chin wobbled, not even mentioning anything about the fact that it was bikers going into the room unannounced.

Tray came out a moment later. “It’s Jaron.”

“What?” I rushed past him into the room. “Where is he?”

“Greyson, wait,” Tray called out, but I ignored him.

The room wasn’t overly big, so Jaron couldn’t be very far. Where the hell was my son?

That was when I saw Locke and Cheesy in the bathroom. Cheesy was crouched down by an unmoving body.

All blood drained from me, leaving me ice cold as I closed in on them.

When I neared the door to the bathroom, the scene before was like it came right out of a horror movie. Cheesy and Locke stepped aside as I entered the small room. Jaron was lying on the ground in a pool of blood. Another guy was in the bathtub with the shower curtain and rod on his lap. His dead vacant eyes stared back at me, sending a shiver down my spine.

But what bothered me most by the whole situation in front of me, was Brynlee lying beside Jaron. She had a pig soother in her mouth and was covered in blood. But she stared up at me and was sucking on that thing like her life depended on it.

“I searched the body and didn’t find anything,” Cheesy told me.

I crouched by my son and picked Brynlee up. Using my shirt, I wiped the blood off of her face. Jaron was not moving but I could see the faint rise and fall of his chest.

“Boss, I called for an ambulance,” Catch said from behind me.

“Cheesy, your dad still a cop?” I asked, reaching out to check my son’s pulse.

“He is,” Cheesy answered. “I’ll make a call.”

“Alright, Jaron. You need to stay with me. Help is on the way.” I wasn’t sure where he was bleeding from, but I didn’t want to move him in case there were other injuries I didn’t know about.

Brynlee pulled the soother from her mouth, drawing my attention back to her.

I hugged her against me and kissed her head.

“Dada.”

My chest tightened, a lump forming in my throat. “Yes, baby girl. That’s your daddy.”

Brynlee looked up at me with her big gray eyes. “Dada.” Her eyes welled.

I cupped the back of her head and cradled her into my chest. My stomach twisted, a sharp exhale leaving me as a wail left my granddaughter.

Piper

Depression had settled in rather quickly. I stayed in Jaron’s room at the clubhouse while Cyrus and Sammy remained close by. It was probably to make sure that I didn’t do something stupid. I didn’t know because I didn’t ask. I stayed in the bedroom. The scent of his cologne lingered in the room. The smell was faint, but it helped ease some of the anxiety rushing through me.

I didn’t know where he was. No one told me anything. He had