the cuffs and tried to keep an eye on MaryAnne. Riley tossed the cuffs to me and I put them on Blaire just as Kraken came through the door. I sat back on my haunches and looked over at him.
“Are you shitting me?” he asked. “A fucking club whore took out three of our brothers?”
“Three?” I asked.
“She got Poison, Philly, and Brick.” Kraken nudged her with his boot. “What the fuck is your damage?”
“I think she’s on something.” I hurried to MaryAnne’s side and helped her back onto the couch. Blood gushed through the tear in her pants. “Get me a fucking towel or something. Need to tie this off.”
“Did her husband really make her a whore?” MaryAnne asked, her voice soft and low. I could tell it bothered her. In other circumstances, I’d have felt bad for Blaire.
“She’s been arrested multiple times for prostitution,” I said. “Don’t you fucking feel sorry for her, Little Bit. Her situation is nothing like yours.”
Riley hauled Blaire off the floor and shoved her toward Kraken. He got a good grip on her arm and started marching her out of the house. I got a better look at her face and knew I’d been right. She was on something. Probably more than one thing. I didn’t know what the club would do to her, but she wasn’t my problem right now. I needed to focus on MaryAnne.
“Bones is tending Poison, Philly, and Brick,” Kraken said. “I’m taking this one out to the barn. Think we need to have a chat.”
“Find out where her husband is. I’d prefer not to have any more surprises tonight.”
“Um, Patriot,” MaryAnne said, her voice sounding a little thin. “I think I’m bleeding a little too much.”
“Fuck!” I swung my gaze back to her. “Little Bit, I need your pants off to see how bad this is.”
“Take her to the hospital,” Kraken said. “If she needs stitches, it would be better if Bones doesn’t have to do it. Text Bones and see if he has anything to help with the bleeding until you can get her there.”
I lifted MaryAnne into my arms. “Come on, Little Bit. Kraken’s right. Need to get this wound checked out. Maybe the hospital will give you something for the pain.”
I carried her out to the Bronco, only to remember the damn window hadn’t been fixed yet. I kept walking, heading to the clubhouse. We’d have to use a club truck. And I needed to get the fucking Bronco working, especially if we were bringing a baby home. Or maybe I needed to buy something new.
I eased her onto the front seat of the first truck and ran inside to get the keys. The hospital was twenty minutes away, and I didn’t like the amount of blood soaking into her pants and the rag I’d used as a tourniquet. MaryAnne looked too pale.
I stopped long enough to text Bones. Anything to stop MaryAnne from bleeding? She got stabbed.
He responded almost immediately. I had some Celox but I’m out.
I reached over to squeeze her hand as I broke every speed limit in town, trying to get her some help as fast as I could. I also needed to come up with a story because if they went looking for Blaire, it would cause problems for the club.
“Little Bit, when we get there, we’re going to have to tell them something.”
She didn’t answer and I glanced her way. She’d slumped against the window and her eyes were closed. Panic clawed at me and I brushed my fingers over her wrist, searching for her pulse. I found it, but it wasn’t nearly as strong as I’d have liked. I stopped the truck at the ER entrance. Getting out, I ran to her side and pulled her from the truck before hurrying inside. I hoped like fuck she’d only passed out from pain and not blood loss.
“My wife’s been stabbed!” I yelled out, hoping to get some help quickly. A nurse ran over and started asking questions. “I-I don’t know. It happened kind of fast. We were taking a walk in town and someone came at us. A woman.”
I was fucking this up and sounded like a damn idiot. But it was MaryAnne, and she was bleeding entirely too much. If my story was full of holes, I’d deal with it later. I finished answering her questions and stayed by MaryAnne’s side. I held her hand as they took her back to a curtained off area.
“Sir, we need to get