Henson?”
Wrath stood, joining the nurse. “Pretty much. Is he awake?”
“He is, and asking for someone named Wrath.”
“I’m Wrath.”
Fargo walked to them. “What’s his condition?”
“The doctor will be out in a moment to give you an update.” She returned her attention to Wrath. “If you’ll come with me.”
Following, he prepared himself for what he’d see. Reaching the recovery room, he saw Dr. Bray talking to Gunner.
“There you are. Come in.”
“Hey, Gunner.” Wrath’s gaze wandered over his friend and teammate, taking in the injuries. “You scared the hell out of us. Doc, would you mind leaving us alone for a minute? We have to talk.”
“Of course. Five minutes, tops.”
“Yes, ma’am,” Gunner ground out, wincing when he tried to shift on the bed.
“Let me help you.” Wrath supported his head and back, adjusting the pillow. “How’s that?”
“Better. Close the door.”
Doing so, Wrath returned to the bed. “You need to rest. We can talk later about what happened.”
Clearing his throat, Gunner croaked out the next words. “I need to tell you what happened before they pump me full of more pain killers.”
“All right.”
“Three bikes followed me out of town last night. I was on my way to the clubhouse. They weren’t Demons Blood.”
“Dark Disciples?”
“I’d bet on it. I took them on a chase, lost them up in the hills, then headed back to town. I’d almost made it to the main street when two more bikes came right at me.” Coughing, he pointed to a cup. “Water.”
After a couple small sips, Wrath set the cup down, leaning toward him. “You can tell me the rest later.”
“Now. One pulled a gun and shot out my tire. Sounded like a .45, but I’m not sure. I tried to cover my head, but it all happened too fast.”
“Ethan’s deputies interviewed several witnesses. They said the same, except a couple thought both bikers shot at you.”
“I don’t think so. One shot blew out the tire and took me down.”
“A kid made out the word Dark on the back of one of the cuts.”
“Had to be. They’ve found out the Brethren are the ones to shut down their trafficking run.”
Rubbing his jaw, Wrath straightened. “Why you? You weren’t even on the run.”
Closing his eyes, Gunner tried to think, his voice breathy. “I don’t know.”
“You get some rest. We’ll talk again later.” He placed a hand on Gunner’s shoulder. “You did real good, man.” Heading to the door, he stopped at Gunner’s words.
“I’ll be out of here soon. Don’t go after the SOBs without me.”
Wrath stood outside Gunner’s room, a grin forming at his friend’s determination. He’d expected no less.
Returning to the waiting room, he pulled out his phone to call Grayson. Giving an update, he joined the others, learning the doctor had already updated them on Gunner’s condition.
“How is he?”
Wrath spoke so everyone could hear. “Better than you’d expect, Fargo. He’s asleep now. His version of what happened is the same as the majority of witnesses. We’ll go over the rest at the clubhouse. I’m heading there now.”
The men stood, as did most of the women. Seeing Katrina still seated, he walked to her. “I don’t know if they’ll let you see him.”
“That’s all right. I’m going to hang around for a while, see what happens.”
Slipping a card from his wallet, he handed it to her. “My cell is on there. Call if there’s more news. I plan to stop by later tonight.”
Staring at the number, she slid it into a pocket. “Thanks. I’ll call if they tell me anything.”
Nodding, Wrath left, giving a chin lift to one of his men who sat across the room. Walking over, he talked to him for a few minutes before leaving out the front door.
Katrina stared at the door leading to where Gunner slept. She longed to see him, satisfy herself he would be all right.
“How long have you been seeing Gunner?”
Standing, she whirled around, locking eyes with a man she’d loved as a brother. Then he’d left. Graduated high school, and without saying goodbye, left to join the Navy. In all the years since, he hadn’t bothered to reach out. His callous dismissal of their friendship had hurt. Reminding herself he was no longer the boy she’d come to care about, she stiffened her spine.
“It’s really none of your business. In fact, nothing about my life concerns you.”
Walking around him, she sat down, grabbing a random magazine from a table. Opening it, she refused to look at him when he sat beside her.
“I’m sorry, Kat.”
The muscles in her throat worked, but