Bone,” Shadow answered, sounding shaken. “Bad fucking trouble.”
“You gonna tell me what the fuck is going on, or am I supposed to guess?”
“You’re gonna have to come see for yourself.” If I didn’t know better, I’d think Shadow was on the verge of completely losing it when he said, “Get your ass down to the diner.”
“On my way.” I quickly stood and started putting on my clothes. As I slipped on my boots, I glanced over at Alyssa and said, “I’m sorry, but I’ve gotta go.”
Her brows furrowed. “Is everything okay?”
“Got no idea, but I intend to find out.” I put on my cut, then leaned down and kissed her on the forehead. “I’ll be back when I can.”
“Okay, be careful.”
I knew by the way Shadow spoke that I didn’t have time to waste, so after I gave Alyssa a quick nod, I hurried out to my bike and started towards the diner. I had no idea what was going on, but I did know Shadow. He was a level-headed guy who wasn’t one to lose his cool. The fact that he was so shaken on the phone filled me with dread as I approached the diner and saw blue lights flashing by the front of the building. As I got closer, my stomach sank when I saw four cop cars and an ambulance parked by the entrance. We didn’t do cops. There were too many questions—questions we couldn’t fucking answer—and we didn’t do hospitals for the same reason. Seeing those lights meant someone was hurt bad—bad enough that Mack, the club’s doc, couldn’t manage the injuries.
With it being dark and all the cops and bystanders lurking around, it was hard to see anything, so, as soon as I was parked, I rushed over to see what the fuck was happening. I caught sight of Blaze and Murphy and hurried over. “What the hell is going on?”
Murphy’s focus was on the medics as they started rolling the stretcher towards the back of the ambulance. “Somebody fucking shot him.”
“Shot who?”
Before he could answer, I got a better glimpse of exactly who was on the stretcher. It felt like someone had knocked the wind out of me when I realized it was my brother, my friend—my president. With a bullet wound to the head and another to the stomach, blood covered Gus from head to toe, and the medics were working frantically to get him inside the ambulance. A million questions raced through my mind, but I couldn’t speak. I was in complete shock. I’d always thought the man was invincible, that no one could fucking touch him, yet there he lay, fighting for his life. The medics had just gotten him inside when one of them shouted, “He’s coding!”
Madness ensued as two of the men started scrambling around to get the defibrillator. Seconds later, they ripped open his blood-soaked shirt before the medic shouted, “Clear.”
We all watched in disbelief as the guy placed the paddles against Gus’s chest, and his entire body jolted from the electric surge. I couldn’t move. Hell, I could barely breathe as I stood there next to Blaze and the other brothers who’d come up. We all stood there in silence as we waited helplessly to see if they could bring him back. Even if they did, it didn’t take a fucking doctor to know that Gus was in bad shape. Anyone could see that. Hell, the man had a fucking gunshot to the head and another to the gut, but he was a fighter. I tried to hold on to that thought as I watched the medic shock him for a second time. Thankfully, it worked. They were able to get his heart going again, and in a matter of seconds, they had closed the doors to the ambulance and were on their way to the hospital. As soon as they pulled off, Blaze announced, “We need to get there.”
“Absolutely, but Gus would want us to handle things here first,” Moose answered.
“Telling me what the fuck happened would be a good start,” I snapped.
“That’s just it, Bone,” Moose answered. “We got no fucking clue.”
“Well, you gotta know something,” I pushed.
Moose turned to Blaze, waiting for him to tell us what he knew. “All I know is Gus left the clubhouse to come by here and grab dinner for him and Samantha. Next thing I know, Cyrus calls to tell me that Gus is down.”
“Fuck. So, we got no idea who fucking did it?”
“Not yet, but we