Page 48 of Knuckles

“Breaths, brother,” Trick chokes, and I lean over my girl and blow two breaths while struggling to catch my own.

Pregnant, she was pregnant?

Fuck, fuck, fuck…

My baby, she’s lost my baby…

“I’ve got a pulse, it’s weak, but it’s there, we need to get her to the hospital and fucking now!” Trick chokes, and I let out a sob, not caring that the whole brotherhood is here.

I feel hands grab me, and I try to fight them off until I hear my dad choke, “Please, son, you’re ready to pass out, let the brothers help her, I swear they’ll be careful.” And just as Trick and Cage gently pick my girl up, the world blurs again, and I pass out, my dad's worried eyes the last thing I see.

***

Beep, beep…

I squeeze my eyes tight, and I groan as I turn my head before locking eyes with my dad's teary ones.

“Son,” he chokes, and I blink, then blink again, trying to rid the confusion before it hits me.

Kodi being taken, the blood, her bruises, the way determination entered her beautiful eyes when that fucker held a gun out to me.

Fuck, she wasn’t breathing.

“Kodi,” I choke, and Dad sniffles just as the door to my room opens and a tired-looking Trick walks in with Crusher, both looking tired.

“Fuck you’re a sight for sore eyes,” Crusher grunts as he takes a seat next to Dad while Trick checks my observations.

“You were fucking lucky, brother. We managed to remove the bullet, and thankfully, it didn’t hit anything important. You should make a full recovery, and when you do, I’m kicking the shit outta you for going alone to that warehouse,” Trick grunts as he prods around my stitches, but I ignore his words, only one person on my mind.

“Kodi,” I choke, and he flinches as he covers me back up with the sheets.

“I shouldn’t be telling you anything, you’re not family,” Trick sighs, and I growl, “Check her fucking notes then, brother, I’m her next of kin!”

He frowns before he grabs his tablet and presses a few buttons, before his eyes widen.

“Fuck me, no wonder the nurse refused to tell her dad and brother anything,” he mutters just as the door to my room opens again and the Chief walks in and demands, “Trick, why won’t the doctor who has taken over my daughter's care tell me fuck all about her fucking condition?!”

I take a deep breath, trying my hardest not to kick off before I demand coldly, “Where is my girl?!”

Trick winces before he states, “In the ICU in a coma,” and breathing becomes difficult as the machines begin to beep faster.

“Fuck, son, take a deep breath!” Dad chokes as he grabs my arm, but I tremble.

She’s in a coma, in the fucking ICU…

Fuck, I need to see her. I fuck, regret, so much regret for not speaking to her, for not telling her my fears, fuck, fuck, fuck.

“Knuckles,” Trick rasps as he squeezes my arm, and a few tears fall. I can’t stop them even if I tried.

“Tell me,” I choke out a demand as the Chief stands stoic in understanding that I’m her next of kin, though right now, if I wasn’t in this bed, I’d fucking kill him if what that cunt said was true.

“Five broken ribs, eighteen long burn marks that will scar, five knife wounds, a broken cheek bone, a burst blood vessel in her right eye, three broken fingers on her left hand, cut wrists that will also scar, severe concussion and-and fuck, brother, please don’t make me say it,” he croaks and I lock eyes with him, allowing him to see my pain, pain I have kept to myself for so long and my VP’s eyes tear and he whispers, “And a miscarriage caused by blunt trauma and there is a chance she may not be able to conceive again, her chances are extremely low and that is only if she wakes at all.”

Fuck.

I hear her dad roar out in pain and sobs wrack my body and I tremble before Trick moves and wraps his arms around my head and chokes, “I’m so fucking sorry, brother,” and I let the pain out as fear for my girl hits me so fucking hard I feel like I’m suffocating, the pain in my stomach not even registering as her words before she lost consciousness hits me.

“If you die, I die…”