Then everything happened so fast.
Thepop, pop, popof the gunshots rang out, deafeningly loud. All around, the Sinners stood and pulled out their guns, springing into action.
My adrenaline instantly spiked from the noises that erupted, my body reacting through panic. But before I could move…run…duck… A searing pain tore through me and I screamed, my lungs burning from the intensity of my roar. At the same time, a body slammed into me—Sly, I think—and sent me flying backward.
Another round ofpop, pop, poprang out.
A sickening crack mixed with the sounds of uproar, and the last thing I remember was someone in the distance yelling my name.
Then everything went black.
CHAPTERTWENTY-FIVE
By the time The Reaper’s Wings had come into view, shots were fired.
Immediately, I drew my gun to fire back, but as I screamed Rose’s name and watched her head slam against the pavement, I faltered.
My body flew forward, and I took off running toward her, not caring that there was a firefight happening right in front of me. The only thing I could focus on was getting to Rose.
Rose, whose body was covered by Sly’s.
Rose, whose blood was pooling and seeping out from beneath her as she laid unconscious on the asphalt.
From all around, gunshots rang out, and the Sinners continued to unload their mags. The Reaper’s Wings engines revved as they circled at the dead end and hightailed away from us. One of them bled from his arm as he sped off, and I silently fumed that somehow a shot to the arm was the only one we’d landed.
But the damage was already done.
As I made it to Sly and Rose, I dropped to my knees and rolled him off her slowly. He groaned as his back hit the floor, and my eyes connected with the blood pouring from a shot to his chest.
“Fuck! Sly, hang on, brother.” Shrugging out of my leather jacket, I bunched it up and pressed it against his wound.
“WE NEED SOME HELP OVER HERE!” I bellowed as my eyes raked over Rose’s body, trying to assess her wounds while still maintaining pressure on Sly’s.
Damon appeared, and I traded my hold on the jacket over to him. “Call 911,” I ordered. Then my hands were on my woman.
Carefully, I positioned my arms under her neck and legs, and lifted her as slowly as possible while coming to a stand.
Indy appeared next to me, frantically yelling, “Oh my God, Rosie? ROSIE! Is she okay?”
“I need to get her to the hospital now. Give me your keys.”
She patted her pockets wildly, tears streaming down her face. “I don’t have them!”
“WHO HAS THEIR KEYS?” I roared, already moving toward the side of the lot where the vehicles were parked. Most of the Sinners had ridden their motorcycles, but thankfully a few had their trucks.
King appeared by my side, handing his keys to a distraught Indy who was trying to keep up with me. “Take my truck. I’ll stay here, figure out who’s hurt, and wait for the ambulances. I’ll keep you updated.”
All I could do was nod and glance one more time to where my men were, seeing who was injured.
Indy unlocked the truck and opened the cab door for me. Stepping on the running board and hoisting Rose onto the back seat, I climbed in with her and slammed the door.
“Indy, breathe,” I demanded, exhaling a shaky breath as I watched her adjust the driver's seat so she could reach the pedals. The truck's engine roared to life at the touch of a button, and she immediately threw it into reverse and got us onto the road.
Rose laid unconscious the entire drive to the hospital, and the whole time I felt like I couldn’t breathe.
When Indy pulled in front of the ER, she barely came to a full stop before I was out of the truck with Rose in my arms.
Storming through the automatic doors, I ran in, commanding the attention of any nurse or doctor who would listen. “I have a thirty-two-year-old woman who is unconscious and bleeding from the back of the head and the arm. Possible gunshot wound. She needs immediate help.”
