Brick Brick (Knights Corruption MC - Next Generation, #4) - S. Nelson Page 0,109
dizzy but otherwise okay.” He looked between me and his best friend. “What’s up?”
“Hawke got hit,” Marek blurted, no point in holding back.
“Shit.” His face scrunched in a look that said he wasn’t sure he wanted to hear the next part.
“He’s not dead, but it doesn’t look good. They had to take him to the hospital. Didn’t have another choice.”
“Does Tripp know?”
“Yeah.”
I looked around Stone and saw Ford dousing the bodies with gasoline, including Dutch’s, then the four corners of the barn.
“You guys ready?” he said, clutching the container in his hand. All we could do was nod. “I’ll spread the rest of this inside the house, then we’ll go.” Again, more nods from us were the only responses.
I needed to get out of here, the smell of blood and the sight of those bastards finally taking their toll on me. The night air rushed over me the moment I stepped outside, the subtle sound of nature doing nothing to calm the rush of emotions bombarding me. I didn’t know which one to latch on to keep focus.
My heart ached for Zoe.
I was worried about Cutter and Hawke.
And I was pissed I didn’t have more control, saving Griller for Linc.
A hand clasped my shoulder and I cringed, lost inside my head that I never saw anyone approach. “We gotta go,” Stone said, brushing past me and toward the truck.
The yellow and orange glow of the flames were haunting yet the sight of them helped to cool a flicker of rage that continued to burn inside me.
Knowing those men would be reduced to nothing more than a pile of bones should have given me some sense of solace, but I was too messed up in my head, and in my heart, for anything to completely wipe away all that I felt.
For Zoe.
For my brothers.
Each mile we traveled further away from the farm, I started to calm, albeit minutely. Finding out whether we accomplished what we set out to do, which was to eradicate the Reapers from all three locations, should’ve been on my mind, but my only thoughts were of her. I couldn’t even feel guilty for not giving more thought to Cutter or Hawke, and as insensitive as that might seem, the woman who was suffering because I failed to keep her safe, would be the only person who’d get my full attention for now.
48
A chattering of voices pulled me from the dredges of a restless sleep, the images of those men standing over me, taunting me, hurting me, faded into the darkness as I opened my eyes.
Licking my lips slowly, my mouth too dry to produce enough saliva, the taste of cotton was the only thing I could focus on, the only thing I wanted to focus on. My muscles ached, every shred of skin on my body bristled with tinges of pain. Addy had given me some pills to help, but I had no idea when the last time I took one was, and if I had an ounce of energy, I’d yell for her.
A chill in the room raced over me, my only protection the large T-shirt I wore and thin sheet on top of me. Any movement I made shifted the material against my body, and even though the fabric was soft, it felt like razor blades on my skin. I’d managed to go to the bathroom earlier, but other than my trip to the toilet, I refused to leave this bed.
I had no idea how long I’d been here, or even where I was, for that matter. I didn’t recognize the soft gray walls, or the cream carpet, or the king-sized bed I lay in. The only thing I knew was that I was free from them, but for how long? Would they find me again, waiting until I was healed only to inflict more pain?
A lone tear leaked from the corner of my eye, the wetness trailing down my cheek. I was shocked I could manage to still cry, having thought I used them all up in that room with Braylen.
When the image of my stepmom popped into my muddled brain, I attempted to sit up, but my body failed me. I barely managed to get an inch off the bed before the mattress molded around me again, hissing when I shifted, and my shirt scraped against my back.
All I could do was groan, the sounds an odd sense of comfort. I wanted to close my eyes and fall back into sleep, but I