Page 95 of Creed

I knew my brothers were behind me and doing their best to keep up, but I wasn’t concerned about them. All I could think about was getting to Devin and making sure she was okay.

The engine screamed beneath me as I twisted the throttle harder, cutting through the night with nothing but rage and fear pounding in my chest. I tore down Devin’s street and skidded to a stop when I reached her driveway. And that’s when the world went cold.

Devin was lying crumpled on the concrete, and she wasn’t moving.

My heart stopped.

I couldn’t breathe.

Couldn’t think.

Everything else fell away. The club. The bullshit with Maddox. The trafficking allegations.

None of it meant a damn thing if I lost her.

I killed the engine and dropped the bike where it was and rushed to her side. I knelt next to her, and that’s when I saw the rise and fall of her chest. She was breathing. She was alive. I brushed her hair back, searching for blood or any sign that she was injured. That’s when I noticed the knot on her forehead and the bruising on her cheek.

“Devin.” I gave her a light nudge. “Come on, baby. Wake up.”

Nothing.

Grim and Shep stood over me, watching as I tried to get her to come around. When she didn’t respond, Grim announced, “I’ll call an ambulance.”

I nodded and continued trying to get Devin to come around. “Hang in there, Dev. We’re gettin’ help.”

“I’ll go check on the kids.”

Shep turned and started up to the house while Grim talked to the dispatcher. “911, what’s your emergency?”

“I have a woman who’s unconscious,” Grim barked. “She’s breathing, has a pulse, but we can’t get her to wake up. We need an ambulance at 127 Mill Creek Drive, now.”

“Is she injured?”

“Don’t know. We just found her like this.”

“Sir, help is on the way. I’m going to need you to stay with her.”

“Yeah, we’re not going anywhere.”

Shep came back and shook his head. “Door’s locked and no one’s answering.”

“Where the fuck is Chrissy? She said Austin was at a friend’s house, so she is all alone,”

“You think he took her?”

“No idea.” I turned my attention back to Devin and urged, “Baby, I need you to wake up.”

I forced myself to take a breath, listening for sirens and hoping that they would hurry the hell up, all the while silently cursing myself. I’d fucked up. I let that piece of shit get too close, and Devin paid the price.

I felt her stir, and relief flooded over me when her lashes started to flutter against her cheek. “Devin?”

“Jameson.”

“Yeah, baby.” She inhaled a deep breath and whimpered. “I’m right here.”

“Brian,” was all she could muster.

“I know. We’ll get him. You just try to lie here and breathe.”