Page 85 of Rebel
“I’m not leaving him,” she says, tears soaking her face.
“You don’t have to,” I say, taking her cheek, turning her to face me.
“They’re gone. I’m not in danger. If you make me leave him,” she says through bared teeth. “I’ll never forgive you, Rebel.Never.”
All I can do is nod. I call out to another brother to get a car over here.
Kinsley is shaking her head. “I have to go with him.”
“They won’t let you in the ambulance, they’ll be working on him.”
She lets out a sob, and my heart almost shatters. Seeing her in so much pain is tearing at me.
The rage I feel at them attacking us, the fear for her cousin, sadness at them being caught up in this. All of it mingles into one big ball of emotion I’m not used to and don’t know how to deal with.
“Kinsley.”
She turns at my sister’s voice. Raven looks down at Colton as the medics arrive and our guys let them take over. Her expression is unreadable, she’s frozen.
I’m going to need her. Kinsley needs her. Raven understands as soon as she looks at me and comes over, taking Kinsley out of my arms.
I’m reluctant to let her go, but she falls into the hug, sobs racking her body. Raven looks over her shoulder at me and nods. “I got her,” she mouths. “Are you okay?”
I’ve been shot, but I don’t say anything. It’s nothing I can’t deal with, and the adrenaline is keeping the pain at bay. The prospect runs over with car keys, and I hand them to Raven.
“Don’t leave her. I’ll be there as soon as I can.”
“Oh God. Marisol,” Kinsley whispers. “She has kids, a husband…”
Raven is talking to her, keeping her calm. It should be me. It can't be me. She is going to hate the club for this. If he dies, she will hate me.
“Rebel! Let’s go.”
I’ve never in my life been this torn over the club before. My instinct is to follow my president’s orders, but watching Kinsley falling apart is pulling me in her direction.
Raven decides for me, heading to the car and helping her in, while Colton is loaded into an ambulance.
She doesn’t even look at me, and I don’t blame her for that. This is our fault. We brought this to their door. Watching her drive away almost cripples me, but I straighten, let anger replace worry, and stalk over to the clubhouse.
“What the fuck happened?” Nashville asks.
“Demon Sinners,” I snarl.
Nero’s fists clench and Nashville grabs his head, tugging on his hair. He’s usually unflappable in situations like this, except we’ve never had a situation like this. Nor have innocent people been killed because of us.
Nero’s voice is low, dangerous. “He gonna be okay?” He looks at the ambulance disappearing aroundthe corner.
“He took three to the chest,” I say, monotone. “He was talking, but I’m not sure.”
“Send guys with them,” he gives me a quick look. “They stay and watch Raven and Kinsley. I don’t think there will be an issue, but I want them protected. Nashville, handle the cops, do whatever it takes for as long as you can.”
I appreciate that, but don’t say it. “What are you going to do?” I ask Nero as Nashville heads off to gather up some brothers.
“I don’t give a fuck if their Prez doesn’t know about this, no one attacks my club.”
“Damn fucking straight.”
For once since this shit show started, we're in full agreement.
