Semua Bab The Devil's Scars (The Road Devils Motorcycle Club 1): Bab 91 - Bab 100

Two weeks later Zoe glanced at her cell phone and smiled. Willa had just sent her a text, bursting with great news. She and Jimmy had finally stopped extending their seemingly-never-ending vacation in New Mexico, and had returned to Fargo to look for a place together. Zoe was thrilled for her friend, thrilled for Jimmy, and also thrilled that she could finally talk to Willa again, after more than two months of spotty cell reception, and being crazy busy traveling.Oh, and of course, Zoe had had her own stuff going on. She’d been quite the drama queen for a while there. Thank God that was all over and done with.She flipped to her cell phone book, and was just about to call Willa when that voice that she heard in her dreams drifted over her:“Hello, beautiful.”“Scars!”He watched as her face lit up at the sight of him, and he smiled back, immediately and instantly happy. She flew into his arms, no hesitation or pause, and he closed her up, tight and close against him, a part of him st

Zoe glanced up from the utterly baffling and infuriatingly detailed monthly expense report, and immediately her tetchy mood vanished. There stood Maria, and in her arms she held a squirming, singing little bundle. Zoe got to her feet, already smiling and extending her arms.“Hey, little flower,” she said. “How’s your day been?”Maria handed Keira over, and right away, the baby clung to her mother like a monkey. Zoe smoothed some unruly blonde curls back, kissed Keira’s forehead. The baby clutched Zoe’s shirt, and grinned gummily even as she rubbed her eyes, thrilled to have someone else to coo at.“How was she today?” Zoe asked Maria. “Is the teething better?”“A bit.” Maria set the loaded diaper bag on the chair next to Zoe’s desk. “But she was so busy practicing pulling herself up on every piece of furniture in the house and toddling around, that she didn’t go down for a nap, She needs a sleep pronto, and I’d be surprised if she lasts an hour.”“Ahhh, poor baby.” Zoe kissed Keira’s

But goddammit… Zoe was his, and that made Keira his too, by default and by choice. He’d throw himself in front of a damn semi-truck to protect them, he’d take a bullet, he’d do anything, anything, to keep them safe. But since death-defying acts of love and chivalry were in short supply – and thank Christ for that, really and all things considered – he had to settle for doing things that made Zoe’s life easier, safer, more relaxed. And she was struggling with accepting even that much. He understood, though, so Scars just stood there, his arms around her loosely, not wanting her to feel trapped or pressured. He just waited, waited for her to let him in a little bit more. Or not.When she looked up at him again, those incredible green eyes warm and sweet, he exhaled, his worry gone. And when she smiled, said Thank you, Scars, and got up on her tiptoes to kiss him, his heart almost burst out of his chest.Scars recalled every single kiss that he’d shared with this woman, but something ab

Scars knew that he had to keep moving – even the briefest of pauses could be the end of him – because this was all about time now. Not minutes, either… seconds.The whole ceiling could go at any second.The tattooing chemicals and cleaning stuff that he saw scattered around could explode at any second.The fire could move behind him, trapping him inside, at any second.Keira could succumb to smoke any second (he refused to believe that she already had… that was not an option today).He grabbed a shirt off the floor, dashed across the room to the water cooler next to the reception area, dumped the whole bottle on the shirt. He held it to his mouth, took a breath, and ran to Zoe’s office – or where her office used to be.God, the heat. The acrid, awful taste in his lungs, black and thick, even through the soaked material. And the smell… Jesus, he’d forgotten what fire smelled like, because whenever he thought about that deadly winter night, all he remembered was the smell of his own sk

“She’s sedated and intubated,” Sam said. “She’s having lots of trouble breathing on her own, and when she does, she coughs up mucous. Her nostrils and throat have some soot, which we’re still trying to get out completely. It’s harder with babies, just because their nasal passages and throats are so small and tight, but now that she’s out, it should be easier.”“Is her blood work back?” Viking asked. “Her metabolic profile?”Sam nodded, knowing Viking’s medical background. “A minor change in pH in the blood. No carboxyhemoglobin or methemoglobin levels.”“Thank fuck,” Viking said.“Translation?” Jinx asked. “For us non-doctor types?”“Keira doesn’t have any signs at all of severe smoke inhalation,” Sam explained. “She won’t suffer any permanent damage. Vic – maybe Vic just got to her in time, but all I can think is that she must have been on the ground, or close to the ground in her crib, and it was a huge help. She had cleaner air for longer.”“My God,” Saint said, looking at the band