Kace (Shattered Souls MC #3) - Heather Dahlgren Page 0,57
was shot.”
“What the fuck?” Harper yells, drawing attention.
“Shut the fuck up, Harper. I shouldn’t be saying shit,” I growl.
“Is he dead?” Ivy whispers.
I grab her chin, forcing her to look at me. “No angel, he was shot in the foot. He’s fine, we’re all fine.”
“Where’s Z?” Harper asks, looking around.
“He’s with Enzo bringing Brooks to the hospital. He’s good, I promise.”
“What happens now?” Ivy asks.
I hate hearing the fear and sadness in her soft voice. It enrages me that she’s once again in the middle of something that has nothing to do with her. I have to make sure she doesn’t live in fear and I will make that happen.
“Now we handle things a different way. We’ll get this taken care of, I promise you,” I say, searching her face. “Trust me.”
She swallows and nods her head. “I do trust you, big guy,” she says with a grin.
“Big guy?” Harper says, laughing.
“Shut the fuck up,” Ivy says.
“I’m her big guy and she’s my angel,” I say with a wink.
Harper rolls her eyes and walks away. “And I’m gonna go puke,” she calls over her shoulder.
We laugh and I link my fingers with hers. “It’s gonna get bad, angel. I don’t want to lie to you, but we have plans and we will win.”
“Please just don’t die,” she says, quickly wiping a tear.
I push her against the wall, pressing my knee between her legs. Her wide brown eyes collide with mine as she bites her full lip. “I have too much to live for,” I whisper.
“Yeah you do,” she says with tears in her eyes. “So now what?”
“Now we wait to hear how Brooks is.”
“Hey Kace,” Harper says, interrupting us. I turn and she hands me her phone.
I nod at her grabbing the phone. “Hey.”
“Brooks is gonna need surgery, so Enzo is going to stay here and I’m coming back. Get everyone around the table and I’ll fill them in. I’ll be there in five,” Zane says.
“Fuck, alright,” I say, squeezing the back of my neck. I look at Ivy as I hand Harper back her phone. “We need to be around the table. I’ll be back.”
I give her a quick kiss and get the others, so we are ready when Zane gets back. I shouldn’t be surprised Brooks needs surgery, but I guess a small part of me thought he’d be back tonight. I can’t imagine his anger because mine is almost uncontainable at this point.
“These fucking pricks die tonight,” I say, slamming my fists on the table.
“Fuck yeah. They wanted a war, they fucking got it,” Alex agrees.
The door slams open as Zane walks in. He’s pissed, I can see it rolling off of him. It’s harder on him since Brooks is not only his president but also his uncle. All the shit they just got past and now this. I’m gonna need to keep a clear head because he sure as fuck isn’t going to.
He kicks the chair across the room getting everyone’s attention. “Brooks needs surgery. There is major bone and tissue damage. Enzo is staying with him to make sure no one gets close. This game is over. We torch Club Kingsley; it will draw them out of that dilapidated piece of shit they call a club. Alex and Finn, you’ll head over and burn down their club. The rest of us will wait for them at Club Kingsley and fucking kill them one by one. No fucking around. I want this shit done so we can get to the hospital with good news for Brooks.”
Everyone glances around nodding. There’s no other choice. “Shouldn’t we keep someone here, just in case?” I ask.
Zane turns his angry glare on me. “Who the fuck should we leave behind? We are already down two.”
“Calm the fuck down, Z. I know you’re pissed, we all are, but your head needs to be clear. We stand no chance if you go in like this. We need someone here who can make sure nothing happens while we’re gone. There are women and children here. So, talk to whoever that big mother fucker is out there and give him a goddamn gun,” I hiss.
It’s quiet while Zane and I stare at each other, neither of us willing to break eye contact first. Finn evidently breaks the silence saying, “That big mother fucker is my buddy, Lucas. We grew up together, always had each other's backs. Kinda like you and Zane. He’ll help.”
Zane breaks eye contact, running his hands through his hair. “Go fucking