Unchain My Heart(72)

Summers froze to the spot, his eyes wide and horrified.

“Huh? What the fuck?” Masterton turned his head toward the old man, dropping the gun for a moment.

It was all I needed. I lunged forward, smashing Masterton to the ground. I gripped the barrel of the gun, trying to wrestle it out of his hand. A shot rang out.

For a few long seconds everything stood still. The echo of a gunshot deafened me for the second time this week.

Both Cobra and Harrison were standing over us, guns pointed at Masterton; then I felt the pain. Blood seeped through my jeans. I’d been shot in the thigh. Fuck, it hurt.

Masterton still had the gun. He’d squeezed the trigger during our roll on the ground, our arms and legs tangled as we both fought for possession of the firearm.

Summer’s eyes fixed on my leg, all the blood drained from his face. He looked as if he were going to pass the fuck out. “Your old man,” I groaned, nodding my head to where Owen Summers lay writhing on the ground. “Help him.” He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and turned away from me.

I crawled toward the body of my girl. “Jade. Talk to me. Fuck, Princess, open your eyes,” I commanded, fear and dread overtaking my body. I dragged my useless fucking leg until I got to her and pulled her head onto my lap with trembling hands.

Her lips were blue-ish, and her eyes stayed closed. I felt for her pulse. It was so faint I wasn’t sure if I were imagining it. Mia knelt by my side, holding Jade’s head in her hands.

“Mouth to mouth. Let me do it.” Her voice was soft but authoritative.

I leaned back to give her space. Panic rose in my gut. Fuck. I squeezed my eyes shut, dizziness and nausea overtaking me. Since that single groan, she hadn’t made a fucking sound.

I couldn’t lose her. The thought was too much to bear.





Chapter Fifty-One — Harrison


“Nine-one-one. How can I help you?” The woman’s voice brought me back to my predicament with my father. Shit, I had to act fast.

“Heart attack. Send an ambulance, now.” I gave the details of where we were while I fished for the bottle of tablets my father always had in his suit pocket. With shaky hands, I shook two from the bottle and held it to his mouth.

“Dad. Your pills. Open your mouth.”

He could barely respond. I forced the tablets in between his lips and pushed them down his throat, forcing his swallow reflex to work. He gagged a bit, but then mercifully swallowed. I sat on my knees, watching Mia give Jade mouth to mouth as I placed my palms on my father’s chest and started counting as I pressed down.

Jesus Christ. Whenever I was around these bikers there was mayhem. Not even a funeral could go off without drama. But how come it was my family that was lying on the ground? My sister barely breathing? My father in the throes of a heart attack? Could it get any fucking worse?

It could.

Masterton ignored the gun Cobra pointed at him. He got to his feet and stomped over to Jade, murder in his eyes as he saw Ryder holding her.

“You lying scumbag,” he shouted at Ryder. “I’m killing you both.”

He lifted the gun, aiming at Jade first. Two shot went off in quick succession. Fuck!

Masterton crumbled to the ground. Cobra had shot him twice: one shot clean through the shoulder so that he had to drop the weapon, the other through his hip. He screamed in pain as he hit the ground with a thud.

Frankly, I was impressed with Cobra’s restraint. A less experienced man would have panicked and shot to kill. Not that Masterton didn’t deserve to be dead. His type was the real threat to society. Their kind of crazy usually went undetected until they caused major damage. To be truthful, I would’ve preferred to see the sucker dead and buried, and out of my family’s life.

Seven minutes later, the wail of the ambulance screamed toward us. In the space of an afternoon we had buried one, and had three casualties on our hands. How was I going to explain this back at head office? Nobody would believe that I was actually not responsible for all this, that I’d mostly been a spectator in the fiasco.

The paramedics were blown away when they realized that the scene meeting them was more than a heart attack. There was fucking blood everywhere. The driver immediately called for reinforcements.

“He’s serious. I don’t think he’s going to make it,” the medic who’d taken over said. “The next few hours are critical.”

An oxygen mask was placed over Dad’s face and he got hooked up to the machines in the ambulance. The female medic placed her hand on my shoulder. “I'm afraid we have to go; we can’t treat your sister further or we may lose your father. Understand?”

I nodded, dumbfounded as they closed the ambulance doors and sped off. It was dusk, and I didn’t know if I'd ever see my father alive again.