Stripped Back (Reaper MC #1)

C H A P T E R T W E N T Y - F I V E

Angel

9 hours and 13 minutes had passed since Lila had been taken and Noah had been shot.
My heart ached like I was slowly bleeding out.

My soul mate and my little love ripped from me.

Noah had died in my arms on the compound driveway, Doc started compressions while I had to be dragged from him. Wailing like a dying animal. Begging and pleading not to let him die. Not to let him leave us.

Not after we had just become a family.
It wasnt fair.
And soon the agony morphed into rage. Unbridled white hot rage.

Blood lust to avenge the wrong done to my little family.
Something withered and died within me. Like a wound upon my soul that would only grow dark and fester. Rolling and reeving with unrest.

Noah made it to hospital, just barely, they had bought him back in the driveway but the ambulance arrived and hurried him to hosptial by sirens and lights.
Rushed him into emergency surgery and placed in a induced coma after they removed the bullets, repairing the damage to his chest wall. Fixing his ruptured and collapsed lung and if the bullet had been only a few hair widths higher it wouldve surely killed him.
Straight through his heart.
Losing over the majority of his blood volume the drs had told informed me the lack of oxygen to his brain plus ongoing CPR means they dont know if he will pull out of it without brain damage.
It wasn't fair.
Opting to keep him sedated while they did blood transfusions and let his body recover taking the strain off his system to heal. Tubes and wires running off him to multiple machines monitoring every fluctuation.
But it wasnt smooth sailing only an hour out of the first surgery he coded and died again while I stood behind a pane of glass watching the medical team fight to bring him back wheeling him back to surgery to stem the hemorrhage.

Ryder was between the hosptial and the clubhouse while Sabre stuck to me like glue. Trying her very best ro soothe me. It was in her nature to be nurture those around her. Dove had become still, something flashing across her eyes as she shrunk back in on herself. Fear. Written all over her face, Riot had to carefully bring her back inside after she almost collapsed from a sudden episode.

One of the Devils had been captured and held while we all held our breath for Noah.

As the anguish morphed into rage I felt a suffocating need for answers. They hadnt made a move back but they had one of them trapped. Now i was going to get answers.

I would get my daughter back.
Myself. Ryder wasnt doing enough. I needed her back and I needed her back now.
I couldnt imagine how terrified she was and I couldnt sit back and wait.
My baby didnt deserve this.
If any man put a hair on her head out of place they would be put down. 
That was a promise.

Ryder somehow sensing my shift watched me like a hawk. Almost antipating my next move. My will to face the threat head on.
He was fighting and failing to prevent.
But I managed to slip out of the hosptial through the ladies room window undetected hailing a taxi to take me back to the compound.

Like a woman on a mission, which I was I stormed up the drive after the taxi drive chickened out from coming more then 10 feet near the charred remains of the guard post.
I dont blame him it looked like a IED had hit it. Leaving a burnt crater in the ground.
Crimson stained the ground along the drive but it no long was holding wounded and dying bodies.

As soon as I made my way through the doors eyes turned to me some I didnt recognised. Some from another club standing around talking to Riot, BFG and Heavy.