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Colt

Iwasn’t sure if the pounding I heard was coming from my door or inside my head. Either way, it woke me up, and I was pissed that my sleep had been interrupted. My head felt foggy, and I could only remember bits and pieces from the night before. Whiskey had definitely been involved, and judging by the limbs draped across me, it apparently included a couple of women too.

“Colt, get your ass up, now!”

What the fuck could someone want at nine in the morning? I grabbed my jeans and pulled them on, not bothering with a shirt, and swung the door open.

“What the hell…” I started to shout at the unwanted guest, but one look at Viper’s face, and I knew something was wrong.Really wrong.

“We’re riding to the hospital now. Fitz has been shot.”

I grabbed a t-shirt and my cut, throwing them on as I raced down the stairs behind Wolf, who burst out of his room in front of me.

“Any idea what’s going on?” I asked as we ran out the door.

“Not a fucking clue.”

Viking and Viper were already on their bikes, and as soon as we started up our bikes, we all peeled out of the gravel driveway, leaving a trail of dust clouds behind us.

Mac and Hawk caught up with us when we turned onto the main highway. The five of us were following behind Viking with the assumption he knew where we were going. When I realized we were driving toward UMC, my heart sunk. The ambulance must have bypassed our local hospital to take him there. That wasn’t a good sign.

We pulled into the parking lot, and all five of us ran into the emergency waiting room. Viking approached the counter to speak with the receptionist while the rest of us hung back.

People were always nervous when a bunch of guys from an MC walked in from somewhere, and we knew we would get more answers if we remained calm and allowed Viking to take the lead.

It wasn’t long before a few more guys pulled into the parking lot and joined us as we waited. Viking came back over to our group, and from the look on his face, I knew things weren’t good.

“I didn’t get much information, but they offered us a room down the hall where we could wait for the doctor to come out and talk to us.”

We all knew that was a bad sign. The hospital only gave private space to those receiving unwanted news. Just as we started to head the way Viking indicated, a couple of cops started walking toward us.What the fuck did they want?

“Viking,” Davenport greeted.

“Officer Davenport.”

“You know we’re going to want to interview each of you about this?”

So they knew what was going on, more than likely they were the officers that responded to the shooting and followed the ambulance here. We could probably ask them for information, but that had the potential to backfire on us.

“Mitchell, we just got here and haven’t even talked to a doctor yet. None of us were with Fitz, and we have no idea what’s going on. Let us get an update on him, and then we’ll talk.”

Davenport nodded his head and let us walk past. Our relationship with Mitchell Davenport was an odd one. He wasn’t fond of our club, but he didn’t go out of his way to make trouble for us either. I was sure we would all be questioned, but at this point, there was no reason to bother us.

I did wonder if they had been the ones to inform Viking about Fitz in the first place.

We had been waiting in the room for God knows how long before the door opened and a doctor walked in.

“Hello, gentlemen. My name’s Dr. Tam. I was told you were here about Jacob Fitzgerald. The man brought in earlier?”

“That’s right,” Viking responded as the rest of us waited to get the news we were expecting but not allowing ourselves to believe.

“The hospital has been unable to reach any of his family. Does anyone know who we can contact?”

“We’ve called his sister. She should be here soon.”

“As soon as she arrives, please let the receptionist know. I’ll come back then.”