Page 23 of Colt

“You mean right now?”

“You just told me a member of the Desert Sinners is blackmailing you and using you to spy on our club for unknown reasons. Yeah, we’re going right now.”

He seemed a little irritated by my hesitancy, so I rushed to my room to get ready. Walking back out to the living room, I sent up a silent prayer that I was doing the right thing by trusting Fitz and Viking. My gut told me I was, but sometimes my gut got me into bad situations. Like getting involved with Torch.

We opened the front door, but before we stepped outside, we heard a vehicle racing down the street, tires screeching as they came to a stop in front of my house.

“Fuck!” Fitz roared as he slammed into me, knocking me to the ground.

I hit my head hard on the tile, causing me to see stars.

“What was—” I started to ask, but loud bangs cut me off.

I couldn’t see what was happening, but I felt Fitz’s body jerking on top of mine. My ears were ringing from the noise and everything was muffled like I was underwater. It was chaos, but then just as quickly as it began, everything turned silent again.

I pushed on Fitz, trying to let him know I was okay, but he wouldn’t move.

“Fitz!” I yelled once more, shoving his shoulders.

With a burst of strength I didn’t know I was capable of, I rolled him off of me. One look at him and I started screaming for help. I looked down at myself and saw blood covering my entire body, but I knew it wasn’t from me. Fitz’s whole body was riddled with bullet holes. One look into his eyes and I knew I’d lost him.

Moments later, I could hear sirens in the background, but they were too late. Fitz was gone, and he died protecting me.