Annabelle Cassidy, has spoken with the press and commented on the Italian rocker’s condition and that of her friends and family currently in the waiting room praying for her recovery.”
“That’s right, Darcy.” The second news anchor spoke up. “If you’re just joining us this morning, our top story is right out of Northern California where Gabriella Moreitti is fighting for her life after two gunshot wounds to the chest. The rocker was apparently in the wrong place at the wrong time... Or perhaps some would say, at the right place at exactly the right time. Moreitti was shot while averting the kidnapping of the daughter of Demon’s Wings frontrunner, Nik Armstrong. The Demon’s daughter is safe and in the arms of her father, but I can only imagine, as a parent, what he and his wife are going through.”
I knew my eyes were wild when I turned them on Colt and he actually took several steps back from me. “That’s one of the kids Flick takes care of.”
“Yeah, I know. That’s why I told you to come see this.” Colt nodded toward the flat screen. “Remember when you saw Flick on the news a few months ago? When some psycho fan tore up Shane Stevenson’s bus and nearly killed the dude’s dog? Apparently the same thing happened again and this time they stuck around long enough to try and snatch the kid. That Moreitti chick saved her, but got two in the chest for it.”
Ice filled my veins. Flick had been that close to some crazy person twice now. She’d been so close to getting hurt or worse. What if it had been her and not that rocker chick who had gotten shot? I dragged my hand over my face only to realize my hands were shaking and quickly balled them into fists.
The need to punch something washed through me, but I clenched my jaw and held onto that need. I couldn’t go off the walls, not yet. The prick who was my parole officer would be by this morning for his usual drop-by ‘visit’. He’d have my papers with him and I could finally travel outside of the county. If he showed up and the house was torn apart, he would have cause to prolong the fucking parole.
“Flick is with them,” Raven murmured from behind us and I turned to see that my sister had gone deathly pale. “Is Flick safe?” She lifted angry, tear-filled eyes to me. “You said she was safe.”
“I thought she was,” I assured her, but dread was filling my stomach. After seeing this shit—seeing how close Flick had come to being a statistic—I knew I’d been wrong. Some crazy fan was targeting one of Demon’s Wings guys and Flick was right in the middle of it.
“Someone got shot, Jet. Saving the kid she’s responsible for. It could have been her.” Raven’s chin trembled and she turned away. Bash wrapped her in his arms. “It could have been her,” she said and then sobbed against her husband’s chest.
“But it wasn’t, Rave.” Colt tried to assure her. “She’s fine. And Jet is going to go get her tonight. Right?” He practically growled at me.
I didn’t hesitate, hating the broken sounds coming from my sister just as much as he did. “Right. I’ll bring her home, Raven. I swear.”
Even if I had to throw her over my shoulder and tie her to my bike, I’d fucking bring her home.
Chapter Two
Emmie
M Y HEAD WAS POUNDING. A mixture of no sleep, stress that would have killed a normal human being by now, and alternating between trying not to cry and being pissed at myself—and the world—was causing my head to ache in a way it never had before. I was glad for the constant distraction of my phone, though. It kept me going, kept my mind off of what was waiting for me back on my tour bus—for the most part at least.
I was such a fucking coward. Hiding behind taking care of all the shit that needed my attention at the hospital when I should have been holding onto Mia was definitely the coward’s way out. I didn’t have to be here. Gabriella wasn’t my client, she was Annabelle
“That’s right, Darcy.” The second news anchor spoke up. “If you’re just joining us this morning, our top story is right out of Northern California where Gabriella Moreitti is fighting for her life after two gunshot wounds to the chest. The rocker was apparently in the wrong place at the wrong time... Or perhaps some would say, at the right place at exactly the right time. Moreitti was shot while averting the kidnapping of the daughter of Demon’s Wings frontrunner, Nik Armstrong. The Demon’s daughter is safe and in the arms of her father, but I can only imagine, as a parent, what he and his wife are going through.”
I knew my eyes were wild when I turned them on Colt and he actually took several steps back from me. “That’s one of the kids Flick takes care of.”
“Yeah, I know. That’s why I told you to come see this.” Colt nodded toward the flat screen. “Remember when you saw Flick on the news a few months ago? When some psycho fan tore up Shane Stevenson’s bus and nearly killed the dude’s dog? Apparently the same thing happened again and this time they stuck around long enough to try and snatch the kid. That Moreitti chick saved her, but got two in the chest for it.”
Ice filled my veins. Flick had been that close to some crazy person twice now. She’d been so close to getting hurt or worse. What if it had been her and not that rocker chick who had gotten shot? I dragged my hand over my face only to realize my hands were shaking and quickly balled them into fists.
The need to punch something washed through me, but I clenched my jaw and held onto that need. I couldn’t go off the walls, not yet. The prick who was my parole officer would be by this morning for his usual drop-by ‘visit’. He’d have my papers with him and I could finally travel outside of the county. If he showed up and the house was torn apart, he would have cause to prolong the fucking parole.
“Flick is with them,” Raven murmured from behind us and I turned to see that my sister had gone deathly pale. “Is Flick safe?” She lifted angry, tear-filled eyes to me. “You said she was safe.”
“I thought she was,” I assured her, but dread was filling my stomach. After seeing this shit—seeing how close Flick had come to being a statistic—I knew I’d been wrong. Some crazy fan was targeting one of Demon’s Wings guys and Flick was right in the middle of it.
“Someone got shot, Jet. Saving the kid she’s responsible for. It could have been her.” Raven’s chin trembled and she turned away. Bash wrapped her in his arms. “It could have been her,” she said and then sobbed against her husband’s chest.
“But it wasn’t, Rave.” Colt tried to assure her. “She’s fine. And Jet is going to go get her tonight. Right?” He practically growled at me.
I didn’t hesitate, hating the broken sounds coming from my sister just as much as he did. “Right. I’ll bring her home, Raven. I swear.”
Even if I had to throw her over my shoulder and tie her to my bike, I’d fucking bring her home.
Chapter Two
Emmie
M Y HEAD WAS POUNDING. A mixture of no sleep, stress that would have killed a normal human being by now, and alternating between trying not to cry and being pissed at myself—and the world—was causing my head to ache in a way it never had before. I was glad for the constant distraction of my phone, though. It kept me going, kept my mind off of what was waiting for me back on my tour bus—for the most part at least.
I was such a fucking coward. Hiding behind taking care of all the shit that needed my attention at the hospital when I should have been holding onto Mia was definitely the coward’s way out. I didn’t have to be here. Gabriella wasn’t my client, she was Annabelle
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