Brick Brick (Knights Corruption MC - Next Generation, #4) - S. Nelson Page 0,112
Ace asked. “Even though half of those fucks were drunk or doped up, and the other were so surprised they didn’t have time to defend themselves, I don’t know if I can do this again.”
“We don’t have to worry about the one close to us,” Nash said. “We’ve had minor incidents with them over the years but nothing major. I don’t see them being an issue.”
“And the one in Tucson?” I was gonna add “The one Dutch is from,” but I couldn’t stomach saying his name out loud. It was bad enough I thought it.
“That one was the smallest out of them all. Won’t be any issues there either. The biggest threats in that club are now gone.” Marek’s confidence eased some of my trepidation, and I was sure with time I’d come to relax a bit more.
Most of us either sat in the available chairs surrounding the enormous fire pit, or stood close together, hands shoved in pockets and feet shifting from one to the other.
“Anyone know how Cutter is? Hawke?” Kaden spoke up that time, gripping the back of his neck and squeezing before stretching his shoulders and rolling his head side to side. All of us had been through it, two of our men in a questionable state, a couple of us withstanding minor injuries and the rest looking like they were gonna pass out any minute from exhaustion.
Marek was the one to answer his son. “Cutter’s out of surgery but critical for right now.” He glanced around at the confused looks as to how he obtained that information. “I called his daughter, Kalista, as soon as he was wheeled into surgery. She’s keeping me informed.” Prez looked annoyed he had to clarify. “He’s got two fractured ribs, a collapsed lung and swelling on the brain, but they won’t know what permanent damage there is, if any, until after the swelling comes down.”
I was aware Cutter had a daughter, and even grandkids, but the knowledge didn’t do anything but baffle me. Cutter didn’t seem like a family man to me, but it wasn’t like I knew the guy all that well. He wasn’t known for opening up and sharing much about anything. A man of few words fit him perfectly.
“And Hawke?” Kaden repeated.
Ryder strolled up behind us, standing next to me. Because he didn’t look panicked, I guessed Braylen and the baby were doing okay. “Just got off the phone with Tripp. It doesn’t look good for Hawke. The shot he took to the stomach did a lot of damage. He didn’t go into specifics, but he’s gonna stay at the hospital for a bit. We just gotta hope for the best.”
Hope for the best. What a pointless saying. All that meant was that we had no control whatsoever over what was gonna happen.
“Did anyone contact Edana?” Trigger asked, looking straight at Ryder since he’d been the one to speak to Tripp.
“Yeah, she’s on her way now. Should be here later today.”
A few of us nodded, not knowing what else to say about everything that happened over the past twelve hours. All my anxiety, fear, and anger had calmed but now I was left with a broken heart and enough guilt to choke an elephant. I peeked over at Ryder and he looked almost as downtrodden as I did, but he didn’t only have his daughter to fret about. He had a wife, a son, and an unborn child, three others to steal his worry.
Tag shifted on his feet, grunting when he turned to the side, his face scrunching with a twist of pain.
“You okay?” Kaden asked. “You really should have Addy look at that.”
“Look at what?” Prez moved around Jagger and Ace and was in front of Tag before any of us saw him move.
But it was Kaden who spoke next and not the prospect. “When we chased two of ’em around the back of their club, which was a dilapidated shithole, by the way, another one came around from the side.” Kaden paused for a beat before continuing. “I didn’t see him.” Another pause. “But Tag did, shoving me out of the way. I was kissin’ dirt a second later, but he saved my life.” He clutched Tag’s shoulder, the smile on his face reminiscent of his gratitude that our newest, albeit forced, member was there with him.
“Lift your shirt,” Prez ordered.
“I’m fine.”
“Lift.” Marek wasn’t one to repeat an order, but his tone remained level all the same.