Page 101 of Static
"Still think it should just be me, her, and the kid," Scythe continued, motioning to me.
"Yeah, take one of the cage rides," Cypher told him. He looked over at me. "You have everything you need?"
"Oh," I replied. "Let me run upstairs and grab my purse."
"We'll take care of Grace," Kit told me, giving me a hug before heading back outside.
By the time I got back downstairs, Scythe had one of the cars pulled up front and Sean loaded into the back seat. I slid in beside my son and gave Scythe a grateful look. "Thank you so much."
He glanced at me in the rearview. "No problem."
The ride to the hospital was fast and quiet. Sean's face was growing more and more pale with every mile. I hated seeing my babies hurt or sick, so I was relieved when Scythe dropped us off at the front entrance.
"Wait just inside the door," he told me. "I'll park and be right back."
There wasn't a line at the front desk, so I waited until he got back to go check in. It didn't take long before we were seated comfortably in a back room.
"Do you think people will sign it?" Sean asked, lifting up his cast to study it.
"Yeah, Sweetie, I do," I told him with a laugh. "You know Toxic is going to want to be first in line."
Sean grinned up at me.
"Pretty sure I should get first crack at it," Scythe said.
We both looked over at him, shocked. He'd barely said two words as the doctor and nurses worked on Sean. He was a quiet man. Hearing him say he wanted to sign my son's cast threw me for a loop for a moment. "I think that's fair," I stammered. I smiled at him, grateful that he was being so kind to my son.
Sean looked over the moon. "I'll get a pen as soon as we get home," he exclaimed.
Scythe grinned and nodded. "Good. Alright." His eyes scanned the parking lot. "Wait here. I'll go get the car. It's all the way at the back and I don't want him walking that far."
I nodded and we waited while he took off across the lot.
"I like the Berserkers," Sean stated.
Laughing, I told him, "Yeah, me too." I froze when something was jammed into the middle of my back.
"Move and I'll shoot you, Cunt." In less than a second the whole world flipped upside down on me.
I sucked in a breath, glancing down at my son who was watching the man with the gun with wide eyes. "It's okay, Sean," I whispered.
The guy grabbed my shoulder and shoved me. "Let's go. Fucking move."
"Run," I told him, but a second man came up to us and grabbed him before he could get away.
"No. Fremont wants to see both of you."
"Be careful," I snapped at him, my protective instincts kicking into gear when I saw him manhandling Sean.
"Then come with us," the guy behind me said, poking me with his gun again.
"Okay, just don't hurt him," I told them and began walking. I craned my neck, searching for Scythe as the men forced us to go along with them into another adjacent parking lot. Fremont's name had sent a chill running down my spine. He must have had these men watching the clubhouse. How else would they have known we were here?
We were nearing the middle of a third parking lot when one of the men went down in a tumble of limbs. I grabbed Sean and stepped out of the way of the gun as the second guy swung toward where Scythe was beating the crap out of the first guy. Thank God. Relief exploded inside me, but I knew I couldn't just stand there watching. "Stay out of the way," I told Sean, waiting for his nod of understanding before I moved.
It was like I was a different person. Though the fear was still there, it was a tiny echo somewhere deep in my soul. In its place was a fierce, angry, mama bear. These assholes weren't going to hurt my kid. Or our friend. Or me. With a cry of rage, I flung myself at the man with the gun and landed on his back.
Butcher, Static, and Ricochet's voices were in my head, reminding me that I'd fought back the night Trent had tried to kill me, too. This ability to tap into my rage wasn't new. This was the old Gwen, fighting for herself and her family. It was invigorating. I wrapped my legs around the guy's waist and held on as he tried to buck me off him.