Part 25 (2/2)

”Yes! You're carrying my G.o.dd.a.m.ned kid! You can't put yourself in those kind of situations anymore! Because you have a responsibility to the life that you're carrying inside of you that trumps any motherf.u.c.king oath you took!” I bellowed.

Her mouth, which had been open to yell right back at me, closed again with another audible snap. I could also see the crowd that was gathering, watching the interaction, but I could care less at that point. The woman I loved, the one who was carrying a part of me within her, almost took that part of me away with one reckless act. One heroic feat that could have ended so much more differently than it had.

”I know that you think I was in danger, but I really wasn't.” She said petulantly.

”Really? Were you the one in control of that gun?” I asked sarcastically.

”No...”

”Did you have control of the four other men in there with him? Do you think you can take on four men at the same time? Because I'm not even sure that I could do that!” I growled.

She shook her head, not saying anything this time.

”I didn't think so.” I snapped. ”I think it's time for you to grow up a little. Stop blaming all your problems on your disability. Let me know when you can act like an adult. Keep that kid of mine safe. I don't want to hear about you going into any more dangerous situations. You won't like the results if I do.”

With that parting comment, I stalked back to my bike. Ignoring the anger on the women's faces, even my sister's. The men looked like they agreed with me 100%, but that was to be expected. No man wanted to find out that their woman went into a mother-f.u.c.king bank with a gunman and four other a.s.sailants to help a teller that'd been shot.

I didn't care if the woman was dying. My woman had a responsibility. And it sure as h.e.l.l wasn't to the woman who was injured, but to the unborn life inside of her that depended on her to keep it safe.

I'd been in the down room at the station when I'd looked up at the Breaking News Alert on the television. It'd said that a paramedic had gone in to help a hurt teller during a robbery. The gunman, and leader, had allowed it to happen in exchange for a freaking helicopter.

When I'd heard about the paramedic going in, I just somehow knew, knew, that it was Baylee. The girl had no fear, and although she blamed that little tidbit on her ADHD, this time it wasn't going to fly. She had to learn that she couldn't do that anymore. Not if I was with her. I couldn't handle that. My heart couldn't handle it.

Baylee ”You okay?” Luke asked me.

I looked up at my big brother in his SWAT uniform and grimaced.

No, I was anything but okay, and he d.a.m.n well knew it.

When Luke's hand came out and swiped a few stray tears coursing down my cheek, I broke down.

Luke pulled me close, and I buried my face into my big brother's arms, just as I used to do.

Although, the last time I remembered doing it was when my boyfriend broke up with me because my ADHD was too much for him to handle.

”You really pregnant?” My brother rumbled.

A whimper escaped my lips. ”I dunno. Maybe. Probably.”

”Why don't you know?” He asked curiously.

His big arms squeezed me a little tighter before he let me go. His face was soft and open as he looked into my eyes, and I was struck with how very much I loved him.

He'd always been the best big brother. He was so nice. Never complained that I followed him around constantly. He taught me how to drive a standard. Taught me how to change my oil. Took me to and from school. Protected me.

”I'm scared.” I whispered.

”Of what?” He asked concerned.

”What if the baby is like me? What if he or she has the same problems I have?” I mumbled, looking down at my cuticles.

Luke's blunt finger went underneath my chin and brought my gaze to his. ”What if it does? Are you going to love it any less?”

I straightened in indignation. ”No, of course not!”

His blonde eyebrows raised at the ferocity of my voice. ”Then what's it matter? Get your head out of your a.s.s and go to him.”

With those eloquent words, Luke disentangled himself from me and left to talk to the Chief of Police.

”I don't think you need st.i.tches. It just looks bad. The skin was sc.r.a.ped off along your temple, but there is nothing to fix.” Winter explained as I dropped down in the seat beside me.

”What'd Allen have to say?” I asked looking in his direction.

Winter grimaced. ”He wasn't happy that the SWAT team let you go in. He's pretty upset himself. He told Dillon and Tai to take over the medic duties and told us we were off s.h.i.+ft pending investigation.”

I turned in surprise. ”But you didn't go in!”

Winter shrugged my shoulder. ”I would have. I was going to until Jack got here and forbid it.”

My insides churned. I hadn't really thought about it at the time. I'd just reacted. When we'd learned the severity of the injury, not to mention the fact that the teller was pregnant with twins, I hadn't even considered anything else.

”Sebastian is really mad at me.” I sighed.

A low masculine voice startled me making me jump. ”You have no clue.”

Winter and I screeched as we turned to find Loki on the other side of us, leaning casually up against the back doors to the bus.

He was wearing his cut over a black t-s.h.i.+rt, and a faded pair of jeans.

His hair was even messier than the last time I'd seen him, and I could tell that either he'd just woken up, or had just as bad of a day as I had.

”What're you doing here?” I asked softly.

Loki's eyes softened at the hitch in my voice. ”You scared about ten years off everyone's life. When Kettle called to tell us what happened, and that Sebastian may need some help, we followed. Caught up to him at the Texas border when your man nearly got himself killed the first time. A car pulled out in front of him and he nearly t-boned it. Then he nearly got sideswiped when he tried to get in front of someone going to slow for his liking. And then he nearly had to lay the bike down when a deer ran out of the woods and crossed the street right in front of him. The man's lucky as f.u.c.k, if you ask me. Driving reckless isn't the thing to do on a motorcycle.”

My heart stopped in my chest when I thought about all the things that could've happened to him on his mad dash over to me.

He could've been gone and I never would've known it.

”Can you take me to him?” I pleaded.

”Don't know where he is, darlin'. But there's no way I'm taking you on the back of my bike. Not after what we heard. He'd probably kill the one that tried. You'll have to catch a ride home, and then I'll drive your car if you still want me to. But there's nowhere I can take you other than the clubhouse or his place. I don't know where he went. If you want honesty, though, I think you should give him a few days to cool off. Let him come to you.”

Feeling defeated, I nodded my head at him before turning around. ”Thank you, Loki. If he asks, I'll be at home.”

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