Total pages in book: 123
Estimated words: 114819 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 574(@200wpm)___ 459(@250wpm)___ 383(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 114819 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 574(@200wpm)___ 459(@250wpm)___ 383(@300wpm)
“Both are being contained,” Mitch said, frustrated, striding to Dev on Cash’s heels. “You’ve got to settle down, man. It’s not the time to lose your shit.”
Cash dropped to one knee beside Dev, his palm rested on the biker’s shoulder, instantly calming Dev while drawing his attention.
“Who did this? What did they see?” Dev barked, but his body stilled. “Did you check on my family?”
“I’ll tell you everything I know once you’re in the back of the ambulance and out of here.” Cash reached out to clasp Dev’s hand. His guy trembled under the hold. “Your mom and the girls are safe. Trace’s team is all over this. They’re in good hands.”
“Good. Keep it that way.” Dev nodded, his fingers tightening around Cash’s hand. The venom in Dev’s tone eased off. His guy was calming. “And my old man’s dead?”
“It looks that way,” Cash said apologetically. The pad of his thumb swept over Dev’s knuckles.
“Good.” Dev let out a long sigh that sounded more like relief than resignation. “Now I don’t have to be the one to kill him.”
Cash jerked his head around to see who might have heard the incriminating words. With the way eyes averted, he suspected they all had. Thankfully the EMTs went to work. As they lifted Dev, he kept a tight grip on Cash’s hand. Cash walked beside Dev all the way into the ambulance. Trace followed, climbing in behind Cash, the doors shut behind them.
=♥=
Enough time had passed that Dev should have had better control over himself, and maybe he did, but the frantic thoughts and crazy, over-the-top mood swings were still a problem. He couldn’t think straight as he paced the small hospital room where he and Cash had been taken to over an hour ago.
From the best he could tell, he leveled out at about an eight in worry for his girls and his mother. It would be hard to let go of the concern until he saw them face to face. In all his years of riding the line between bad and worse, he’d never been so taken off guard by anything like what he’d witnessed today.
“They’re here. Shanna’s bringing your mom and the girls up now from a secure parking garage,” Cash said, barely flinching as he lifted his undershirt over his head. His dress shirt had been destroyed from the slight graze on his arm that had produced as much blood as a stab wound to a major artery.
Dev latched on to Cash’s disheveled appearance, teasing his agent over the disruption to his pressed clothing and crisp dress shirts. All the while, giving silent prayers of thanks to whatever was above that allowed the bullet to miss penetration.
Anger made him want to resurrect his father in order to kill him again for putting Cash in harm’s way.
Cash’s cell phone rang a-fucking-gain. Anger licked along Dev’s spine at the sound. The nonstop volley of calls had Dev fisting his hands against his primal urge to throw a goddamn fit right there. He wanted his agent’s attention focused only on him.
In theory, he got the importance of keeping a low profile.
He grasped the concept that the less the shooters knew about his survival, the better the odds. But after all the chaos of the moment subsided and he had a minute to think, he understood that the shooters weren’t after him.
They couldn’t have been.
He had held the stare of one of the shooters. All of them had the chance to mow him down and they hadn’t taken it. The single bullet shot to his far left served as a warning. Off target by about a foot. Only Cash’s knee-jerk reaction to protect him had put them in range of the bullet as it had flown by.
At least, in his crazy head, it made sense.
If Cash could put down the goddamn phone and give him a minute of uninterrupted conversation, he might be able to run the idea past his super-smart agent. See if Cash thought the same thing.
“No, no one survived,” Cash said. His tone held no emotion, but his green gaze landed on Dev, saying it all. He was sorry for Dev’s loss and worried about Dev’s head space over it all. “They were pronounced dead on arrival at Parkland hospital.”
Every old timer of the club. The original founders of the Disciples of Havoc died in the attack. He bet the rest of his brothers were freaking the fuck out right now. Dev needed to shake free of this isolation and rally the club members before they took retribution into their own hands.
“Joe’s confirmed Diesel’s on our side,” Cash said quietly to Dev.
“Diesel’s a fuckin’ pig?” Dev asked, threading his fingers into his own hair so his brain didn’t explode from that bit of news. “No shit?” Cash only stared at him with the phone still stuck to his ear. “I guarantee no one saw that shit comin’.”