Page 154 of I am Dressed in Sin (Death by Daybreak MC 2)
“Please,” he tells me, his voice hardly audible with the ringing in my ears, the screaming, the moans. “All I want is for you to live your life, Gidge. It’s all I’ve ever wanted.”
He shoves me hard, and I fall to the floor just a split-second before the first shot goes off. I’m pretty sure it came from Sin’s weapon, but it’s hard to see with the smoke and the fires. Gunshots light up the interior of the room like lightning as I reach for the Magnum in its holster.
Only … it’s gone. It’s fucking gone. I touch the spot where the shoulder holster was sitting only to find that it’s missing. There’s a huge gash across the front of Beast’s jacket, and I’m bleeding. Not much, but a little, protected by the leather. The strap of the shoulder holster might’ve been leather too, but it was not so lucky.
I shove up to my feet, crouching low and running for the back hall. Not to leave, though, because I just can’t do that. Because I’m not that person. I will never be that person.
If we die, we die together.
But I need a gun.
I need to find Crown; I need to find Cat.
A hand grabs my arm as soon as I skid into the hallway, the door that leads to the main room of the clubhouse swinging behind me, alternating flashes of pain and darkness. In here, you might never know that something was wrong.
“Gidget.”
I have to blink a few times to realize who it is that I’m looking at.
“Grey?” I choke out, but I don’t have time for a happy reunion. My boys are in trouble.
“Here.” He presses a bottle and a syringe into my hand. The bottle contains a liquid that’s eerily similar to the color of his eyes, but with a metallic sheen that makes it look like molten silver. “Anyone who drank beer from the kegs or sampled the cocaine tonight needs an injection.”
“What … what is this?” I ask, noticing for the first time that Reba’s standing behind him, also with a syringe and bottle in hand. “Reba?”
“We don’t have a lot of time, suge,” she says, exchanging a look with Grey.
“No,” he agrees, shaking his head. “We don’t. If they don’t get these injections within the next …” He checks that fancy watch of his and frowns. “About thirty minutes, they’re dead. They’re all dead.”
“Jesus,” I whisper, but I don’t care about anybody else. I care about my men. They’re the most important people on this compound besides Reba and Grey. “I don’t have time for this; I need a gun.”
I gesture back at the room behind us. The gunfire seems to have quieted, but only because it’s moved. I can now hear shots being fired outside.
“If I had one, I would give it to you,” Grey says, cringing slightly. He’s a little roughed up, a little bloody. I have no clue how he managed to get onto the compound in the first place. “Each one of these bottles has enough for about twelve people; if there’s anyone special you want to save, you best point them out to me.”
“Nellie?” I offer, meeting Reba’s emerald gaze. “Can you find her for me? I have to go, but I’ll help as soon as I can.”
“I got you, honey. Go.” Reba nods her chin toward the end of the hallway, and I start forward, pausing to relay a quick warning.
“Be careful; Gaz is on the move with his posse.” I give Grey a sharp look. “Do not get caught. I doubt I’ll get the chance to rescue you again.”
He gives a sharp nod in response as I pocket the items and take off down the hall. Cat has guns stashed all over the compound, just as he does the house. All I have to do is find one. I skid at the end of the hall, slamming into the wall before I gather myself together, sprinting toward the stairs that lead up to Cat’s office.
That’s the most likely place for me to find a weapon, and I don’t exactly have a ton of time on my hands. Please be okay, I think as I run, please don’t be dead. Grainger and Beast, they … well, they weren’t moving. And Sin. Oh my God, Sin. Where the fuck are you, Crown?!
I fling open the door to Cat’s office and stumble inside, wrenching open the top drawer on his desk.
Nothing.
The next drawer.
Nothing.
Nothing, nothing, nothing.
I throw the next drawer against the wall in frustration, pausing when I hear the sound of someone approaching. My head lifts up, and all the blood drains from my face.
“You stupid bitch,” Gaz says from the doorway, grinning maniacally at me. “You looking for this?” He waves around a gun like a crazy person. “How stupid do you think I am? Do you think you know where our father hides his weapons any better than I do?”
