Free The Road Back (The Unknowns Motorcycle Club Book 3) by Ruby Reid Page B

enough to throw her shot off.
     
    But the hole that she had placed between Marco’s shoulder blades said otherwise. And because she had pure adrenaline racing through her veins and had lived in utter terror for the last six hours of her life, she pulled the trigger again… and again.
     
    The blasts were deafening in the small space. She watched almost amazed as another hole appeared in the base of Marco’s neck and then another near the top of his head. His body finally canted forward and toppled to the ground.
     
    When he hit, his head was less than a foot away from Alex’s injured knee.
     
    Amanda screamed again as she got to her feet and raced over to Alex.
     
    “Are you okay?” she asked, her voice shredded with tears and panicked gasps of breath.
     
    “Yes,” he said. “I can’t believe…can’t believe you did that.”
     
    She sat by him in the floor and kissed him on the forehead. He reached out to her with his good hand and stroked her hand.
     
    “Okay,” he said. “So…I might not be okay. I’m losing a lot of blood. My sight is getting swimmy. You need to call someone…”
     
    “An ambulance,” she said. “There’s two cell phones in the car they brought. I can use that to call the amb—,”
     
    “No ambulance,” he said. “That will be too official. Not yet. I need you to call a woman named Karla. It’s Jameson’s wife and she… she can help.”
     
    Amanda nodded, understanding full well what could potentially happen to Alex if cops got involved. She assumed Alex had helped orchestrate scenarios to avoid the cops before. Maybe this Karla woman and Jameson could help them without the aid of cops—or, at the very least, come up with a concrete story as to what had happened here that would keep Alex away from suspicion.
     
    “Okay,” she said. “I can do that.” She stood up and headed for the door, not able to take her eyes off of him. “God, Alex…please don’t die. Stay here… stay with me.”
     
    He smiled sleepily. “I’m not going anywhere.”
     
    But as she walked out of the door and he succumbed to the pain and the vague darkness that was beginning to tug at his vision, he wondered if he had maybe just lied to her.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     

 
    CHAPTER 12
     
    Amanda was sitting in a waiting room chair half asleep with a magazine in her lap when the doctor approached her. Realizing that he was likely bringing her the update she had been waiting for over the last three hours, she sat up and wiped away the tiredness with one sweep of her hand across her face.
     
    “How is he?” She asked.
     
    “He lost a lot of blood, but he’s going to be okay. He’s understandably very weak, but other than that, he’s out of the woods.”
     
    “Thank you, doctor.”
     
    “We’re going to be taking him into surgery in a few hours to try to repair his knee. We’ve taken the bullet out, but there’s considerable damage.”
     
    “How is he right now?” Amanda asked.
     
    “You can go see him, if you like. He’s medicated, but I think he should be able to talk for a while.”
     
    “Thank you,” she said again.
     
    She followed the doctor out of the waiting room and down the adjoining hallway, through double doors. “Room 237,” the doctor said, gesturing her down the hallway.
     
    Amanda headed that way, and when she walked into the room, she prepared herself for the worst. Yet when she walked to Alex’s bedside, it wasn’t as bad as she thought. He had an IV running into his left arm, and his right leg was elevated and heavily bandaged. He wore a hospital gown which was perhaps the most shocking thing of all. That, combined with the faded look in his eyes when he looked to her, was more shocking than anything else.
     
    “Hey,” he said in a groggy voice.
     
    “Hey yourself,” Amanda said, kneeling by the right side of the bed and taking his hand. “How are you feeling?”
     
    “Better than I should, I think. I know