The rage that surges through me is like nothing before. I slam him against the building again and my fist connects with his jaw. He swings forward and I catch the glistening of my blade before it drags across my arm. I jump back, but not fast enough, because he stabs the knife into my leg, causing me to fall to the ground.
I reach for my gun, but he’s already on his bike. “Fuck,” I yell, taking a few shots in his direction.
I roll onto my side and try to sit up. The pain is brutal, but I need to get out of here. Those shots will have everyone running out. I stand up and before I pull the knife out, I feel someone at my back.
“You stupid son of a bitch,” Kace growls, wrapping his arms around me.
We rush to my bike and I see Finn there with the truck. Damn, he was prepared. The bike is already in the back and he drags me into the back seat with him. “Get the fuck out of here, Finn.”
I’m so pissed that I didn’t shoot him when I had the chance. I wanted him to feel pain before I ended his life. I wanted him to suffer, to regret the things he’s done. I wanted him to endure for a minute the agony that Harper has been in. I fucking blew my chance and now I’ve started a war. Brooks is gonna kill me before Kingsley gets the chance.
“What the fuck, Z?”
“This hurts, brother,” I say, truly starting to feel the pain.
“Knives usually do. Why the fuck did you go back alone? You should’ve called me,” he hisses.
I close my eyes against the pain and nod. “Yeah that’s my bad.”
“You’re a fucking asshole. I know you want Kingsley, but we need to be smart. That was some of the dumbest shit I’ve ever seen you do.”
I pull the knife from my leg and grunt when Kace ties a bandana around it. I definitely need stitches, but Kingsley’s guys will be waiting at the hospital. I’m gonna have to take care of the wounds myself.
“I fucked up, alright? I know I did, but I can’t just wait for him to kill her. I needed to make the first move,” I try to explain.
“Well you did that. This shit is bad, Z.”
I close my eyes against the pain from the truck bouncing over bumps. “I know.”
“You went fucking rogue.”
I snap my head to look at him. “You think I don’t know this shit? Give me a solution or shut the fuck up,” I yell.
He shakes his head and looks out the window. “You’re my best friend, Z. I’ll always have your back, but you need to start thinking straight. I know you’re doing it all for Harper, but it’s causing more problems. Shattered Souls is a brotherhood, a family. We aren’t unnecessarily reckless. You’ve got to tell the club you know all this. Tell them this will never happen again. You get what I’m saying?”
I know what he’s saying. I need to beg and plead to make sure I’m not killed by my own club for starting this shit. It was never my intention to bring anything to the club, I was trying to avoid it. I was trying to keep everyone safe. My end goal was Kingsley’s death and Harper’s freedom. I fucked up and I need to figure out how to fix it all. That’s all I seem to be doing lately, fixing my fuck ups.
We pull up to my house and Kace helps me out, while Finn goes to get my bike out of the back. Before the front door is even closed behind me, Harper is running at me. She jumps up and I try to catch her with my good arm, but my leg can’t take it. I stumble back and slam into the door. I groan in pain, squeezing my eyes shut.
“Baby, holy shit, what happened?” she whispers, moving off of me.
I straighten myself and wrap my good arm around her, pulling her to me. “I’m alright. I had a little accident, but I’ll be fine.”
She pushes away from me and her eyes are crazy, running over my entire baby. “You’re bleeding.”
“Yeah well when you go against a knife that’s what happens,” Kace says, grabbing my arm to help me to the couch. “I’m calling Nora, she needs to look at this.”
Nora is the one we count on when we can’t get to the hospital. She’s not a nurse or anything, but she’s been around long enough to know how to tend to less severe wounds.
“Zane, tell me what happened,” Harper demands, a tear running down her face.
Ivy comes to stand next to her and she nearly falls over when she sees how I look. It must be worse than I thought.
I lean back on the couch and look up at Harper. “The club is gonna be here in a few minutes. I fucked up, so you two are gonna need to go back to my room. I got into it with Dom and now, well it’s not good.”
“What the fuck,” Harper hisses. “You went alone didn’t you?”
“Yep.”
She shakes her head and starts pacing the living room. She stops in front of me, hands on her hips, and anger rolling off of her. “One club wanting to kill you isn’t enough? You told me to trust you. You said you had a plan. This is fucking suicide, Z. What the fuck were you thinking?”
My anger is misplaced and I lean forward, narrowing my eyes at her. “I was thinking I need to fucking protect you.”
I don’t know if it’s my anger or my words, but she kneels in front of me and presses a kiss to my lips. I try to wrap my arms around her, but I moan in pain. She pulls back and cups my cheek. “I’m sorry. How bad is
