Page 46 of Puck (The Lost Boys MC)
But the second I approached her, she looked up at me with wild eyes.
As if I had just cursed her entire existence.
“What can I do?” I asked.
She scoffed. “Go find Kieran!”
The second she said something, another crash came through the front door. I watched as Torin and Shea carried Kieran’s limp body into the living room and Notch rushed after him. While my sister tended to the patriarch of the family as well as his prized son, Notch took his surgical case and rushed after the man bleeding from his shoulder.
And the entire time, Brigid kept curling into herself.
“Please, they have to be okay. Please help them. Save them. They’re all I’ve got,” she choked out.
Ruby looked up at her. “No one’s dying today, all right? Trust me.”
“She’s right,” I said. “Notch and her will make sure no one goes under.”
“What can I do?” Brigid asked. “I have to do something. I can’t just—”
Notch called out to her. “I need pressure on this man’s wound. Get over here!”
She moved as quick as lightning and obeyed Notch’s commands. I watched her put all of her weight on Kieran’s gunshot to the shoulder as tears dripped down her face. And in that moment, despite everything that had happened, her strength overwhelmed me.
I love this woman.
The thought came so effortlessly and so quickly that it stole my breath away. And for a moment, everything in front of me paused. The chaos stopped and all that was left were me and Brigid.
I don’t want to let her go.
“Puck!” Notch roared.
His voice pulled me from my trance. “What do you need?”
He pointed. “Get me a scalpel out of my bag. We have to cut him open and get this damn bullet!”
“Help me get him onto the table. It’ll be easier that way,” Brigid said.
Notch nodded. “Good thinking. On my count. Can someone clear off the fucking table?!”
Stone raked his hands along the circular top and I watched as plates of food crashed to the floor. I felt useless, and I hated the feeling. So, I rushed over and supported underneath Kieran’s back as they hoisted him onto the kitchen table.
And as Brigid’s fearful eyes met my own, Clancy’s voice bellowed over our heads.
“We’re going to need blood. He’s lost too much of it!”
Notch nodded. “He’s right. Kieran? Can you hear me?”
The man coughed up blood. “Y-yeah.”
“Do you know your blood type?”
Kieran shook his head and I watched Notch deflate. He looked around the room at his family members, but they all shrugged and shook their heads. He cursed beneath his breath as he pointed to his bag and I leapt toward it before tossing it in his general direction.
And after doing a quick swab-and-shake test, he had his answer.
“B-negative. Is anyone—”
Mom lifted her hand. “I’m B-negative.”
Ruby nodded. “So am I.”
I cleared my throat. “I am, too. So, if you need blood, hook me up first. I’ll be able to give more than they will.”
Notch sighed with relief. “Great. That’s absolutely fantastic.”
How did my mother remember our fucking blood types?
“What the absolute hell happened out there!?” Stone roared over the commotion.
Clancy leaned against the wall and talked through his panting. “We were meeting with Asher and his crew’s V.P. in a small restaurant.”
“Where?” I asked.
His eyes met mine. “Encinitas. And before we even got our damn appetizer, cars skidded by kicking up burnt rubber and bullets started flying. I didn’t even have a chance to unholster my damned weapon before they drove off, and they peppered enough bullets in that place to down at least half of the people dining there.”
“Fucking hell,” I growled.
Stone walked over to the patriarch. “Is anyone dead? Any civilians?”
Clancy’s face sunk. “Unfortunately, yeah. There are a few dead back in that restaurant.”
“God damn it!” Stone exclaimed.
He grabbed one of the kitchen chairs and threw it so hard that it crashed into the furthest wall of the living room. Notch and Ruby worked quickly to stop everyone’s bleeding and fix Kieran, but I knew what Stone was thinking.
“The police will be involved now if there are civilian deaths,” I said.
I looked over at West and he nodded. “I’m on it. I’ll dredge up what I can.”
“I appreciate it. When you’ve got some information, bring it to both me and Stone. And any way I can help, let me know.”
West brushed past me. “Can do, my man.”
Torin cleared his throat. “You guys got police scanners? I’m good with listening in on them.”
West crooked his finger. “Come with me, I’ve got a few of them.”
Then, Stone finally found his voice again. “Is Asher all right? Where is he?”
Clancy shook his head. “Not sure, honestly. As soon as my sons were hit, we rushed out the back, leapt into the SUV, and got back here as quickly as we could.”
Texas pulled out his cell. “I’ll call him until he picks up.”
