Chapter 60

JACE `JR` ASHER/ TRIGGER

LEFT, RIGHT, FRONT, THE beeping machines haunted me. I hadn’t slept a fucking wink not that it had mattered because the fucking doctors took their time in there.

Four hours and counting, they’d completed the surgery but none of them geeky fucks had showed their asses to explain what was going on.

How was she?

How was my kid?

“How are you holding up?” Ontario shot me a passive look and I shot him an equally tired one.

Everyone was here but, in all honesty, I felt alone. I felt helpless and most of all I felt like someone had gutted me and yanked my entrails from my body.

The chief, Flames, had brought every goddamn man in B&A to console my ass but he’d avoided me entirely and I had a good hunch it was because of the one man no one talked about.

My bloody fucking asshole of a brother.

The one who’d escaped his grave and unleashed hell on me.

I didn’t answer. Ontario lay his arm across my shoulder.

“You should have never fallen in love, buddy. Christ, you look wo