Addictive (Houston Defiance MC #2) - K.E. Osborn Page 0,51

Walker was attacked in his cell last night.” I clench my eyes shut fighting back the bile from rising in my throat, “He sustained a severe stab wound to the side of his abdomen.” Here it comes. “Unfortunately, the guards weren’t able to stop the fight in time…” I pinch the bridge of my nose, panting with the adrenaline coursing through me, “… but they have taken him to the medical bay to patch up his injuries.”

My eyes shoot open as I let out the breath I didn’t know I was holding. “Wait! He’s okay?”

The Sergeant scoffs. “That clearly depends on your definition of okay. He’s in our medical ward recovering. He’s going to be in there under guard for a while. We have the assailant in isolation. Mr. Walker won’t be harmed again.”

I let out some kind of hysterical laugh which makes everyone turn my way. “Jesus Christ! Thanks so much, Sergeant, for protecting him. You can’t fathom how much I appreciate it.”

He exhales. “I shouldn’t be telling you this, but we had a tip from a high-profile officer, who sent in word that Mr. Walker was in danger. We had extra guards posted keeping watch just in case. We don’t always see eye to eye with your club, but I won’t stand by and watch inmates being attacked or dying in my house for the sake of it. No matter where they come from.”

“Well, I sure as hell appreciate you looking out for one of our own, Sergeant. Can we come see him?”

He mumbles something under his breath. “Don’t mistake my protective actions for breaking the rules. I’m aware you and your men came in here before the reception time was over for Mr. Walker. I don’t know how you got into my house without me knowing, and I assume it’s from a favor. I won’t stand for it. So, no, you can’t see him, but I will keep you updated on Mr. Walker’s condition. You can call me anytime you like, I won’t deprive you of that.”

I guess we were lucky to see Zero when we did.

But, because of that, he was stabbed, and I thought he was going to die.

Luckily, someone warned the guards. I’m not sure who it was, but I sure as shit need to thank them.

“Okay, I understand, Sergeant. Please, keep me updated. And can you tell Zero we’re cheering him on.”

“I can do that.”

“Thanks.”

“Done! And Wraith?”

“Yeah?”

“Tell your informer to choose a side. They’re either a cop or working for the criminals. He can’t be both. While his actions saved a life, it put his loyalties in question.”

My eyes automatically shift to Kevlar. “Right,” I reply, not really knowing what else to say.

“Talk to you tomorrow.”

“Thanks, Sergeant.”

“Yeah,” he grunts, then ends the call abruptly.

Kevlar and Neon’s eyes are transfixed on me as I place my cell on the table.

“Well?” Neon begs.

“He was shanked by the sounds of it, in his abdomen, but he’s in recovery in the medical ward. The Sergeant has him under guard. I’m guessing Damir is the one who shanked him. That asshole’s in isolation.”

Neon and Kevlar both relax their posture.

I shift my eyes to Kevlar. “The Sergeant said something fucking weird, though.” They both raise their brows. “He said they were tipped off. They knew Zero was going to be targeted, and that a high-profile cop alerted them to put extra guards on his cell.”

Kevlar rubs the back of his neck with obvious guilt, so I focus in on him. “Know anything about that, Kevlar?”

Confusion lines appear on his forehead like he’s trying to figure something out in his mind. “I went to see the kids after we went into the jail. I needed to be near them. After being there, it puts shit into perspective.”

“Yeah, it does.”

“I let slip to Ethan what happened during the visit. He could tell I had shit on my mind. We talked it out. He knew I was concerned at the thought Zero could get hurt. But I never once told him to do anything about it. I didn’t even know if he could.”

“While he’s done the right thing for us, which is shocking as hell, I might add, he might have shoved himself in hot water.”

Kevlar frowns. “What do you mean?”

“Sergeant said it has people questioning Ethan’s loyalties. He put in the call to protect a criminal. Cops don’t look too kindly on other cops doing that shit. With his connection to you being in the club, his loyalties might be appearing