Kings of Anarchy (Brutal Boys of Everlake Prep #3) - Caroline Peckham Page 0,8

sure he's ready and waiting when you get there. What are we dealing with?"

"He was hit by a car and shot," I ground out, fighting to keep my emotions locked down, though the fact that I was asking for a doctor for Saint would tell my family all about how much he meant to me anyway. But that didn’t matter right now. I just needed to focus on making sure he stayed alive. All that followed would just have to fall on my shoulders when it did and I’d bear the weight of it then. There wasn’t any price I wouldn’t pay for my brother’s life.

"Consider it done," Niall said happily. "And I look forward to seeing you and your girl for Christmas."

The line went dead and I dropped the phone into my lap with a curse of frustration. If there was any other way at all for me to have fixed this then I would have done it. But my family were the only people fucked up enough to deal with this shit for us effectively. And with so much of Saint’s blood staining the ground I knew I couldn’t risk law enforcement finding the scene of this massacre. There would be too much evidence available to link back to us.

"Who was that?" Tatum demanded and I looked into her blue eyes as I fixed an impenetrable mask over my features and shrugged.

"Just some people who can get rid of all this evidence for us," I replied evenly.

"What about my dad?" she asked, her voice hitching. "What will they do with his body?"

I opened my mouth to tell her he'd be disposed of like the rest, hacked up and dissolved in acid most likely. The evidence of everything he'd ever been destroyed and lost forevermore. But the look of raw pain in her eyes made something twist sharply in my gut and I hesitated. I might not have given a shit about my family, but it was clear that she did about hers. And if I was giving myself to her then that meant protecting her against anything that could hurt her, even if the pain wasn't physical.

"I'll make sure they give him a grave," I told her in a low voice, knowing that would only indebt me to my family further but feeling like it was the only real choice I could make. "A proper one you can visit. Somehow."

Her eyes filled with tears but they didn't spill over as she blinked hard and looked back to the road wordlessly.

I shot a quick message to Niall forwarding our coordinates and relaying the message to preserve Donovan Rivers' body. His response was instant.

Niall:

That'll cost ya, lad.

Kyan:

I know.

Monroe finally slammed the brakes on as we made it back to Blake and Saint and I leapt out of the car, my gaze raking over the still form of my brother as he lay dying in the dirt while Blake held pressure on the wound through pure force of will.

"Is he...?" Tatum began as she leapt out of the car, her eyes wild with fear while Blake looked up at her in clear relief. He didn't waste time asking about the motherfucker who had taken her. He knew full well that we wouldn't have left him breathing.

"He's alive," Blake growled. "Just about."

"I have a doctor waiting for us," I said, moving forward to take Saint's keys from his pocket. "Let's get his stubborn ass there before he bleeds out and comes back to haunt us for fucking this up."

No one laughed at my shitty joke and Tatum dropped down beside Blake to help him however she could. Monroe was looking at Saint with a dark intensity to his gaze which had my hackles rising, but as quickly as I thought I'd seen it, it was gone again.

"Take me to his car," I commanded as I moved back to the Mustang. "We hid it back by the road. We're going to need to keep pressure on that wound for the journey and there's no room in your piece of shit for that."

"It's a classic," Monroe growled but he didn't voice any further complaint as we leapt into the Mustang once more and raced away to get Saint's car.

Then all we had to do was drive to whatever off the books doctor Niall found for me and hope to fuck that Saint could pull through. But I wasn't going to give the alternative any space in my mind. Because Saint Memphis was as permanent