by Bella Knight
Ivy pulled Ace off, taking off her own shirt and rolling it up, pressing it into his shoulder. She used a finger to speed dial and called out the mile marker to Henry. He said someone would be there fast.
A guy in a pickup drove up. A second guy hopped out the other side.
“We can get you to the hospital faster,” said the driver, a brown-haired, skinny guy covered with tattoos. “Jasper, the ambulance driver ‘round here, is clear on the other side of the city.”
Ivy and the men grabbed Ace and hauled him to the truck. Lily finally was able to turn her head and shoulders to see her brother. She started crawling for him, then she saw his empty eyes staring at the sky. She hauled herself up, and stumbled toward the truck, toward the one she loved that was still alive. She didn’t bother trying to get into the cab. She climbed into the bed of the truck, shaking uncontrollably. The door closed, and Lily grabbed the side and held on.
They were in the hospital driveway before Lily was able to stop shaking. The doctors came out with a gurney. They took one look at Lily, covered with blood, and a big guy in scrubs the size of a house picked her up and put her in a wheelchair.
“Where are you hit?” he asked.
“I’m not, I don’t think,” said Lily. “Someone shot my husband.”
“Who?” asked the guy.
Ivy slid out of the truck after the shorter friend of the tall guy. “A dead person walking,” she said.
“Take your next steps in life; move forward or get run over.”
About the Author
Bella Knight writes what she loves--romance, Bad Boy Bikers to Hot Rockstars to sexy Sports Romances. She feels the love from her Las Vegas home from her rescue animals and her various love interests. She is constantly reading and writing, and she also leaves the animals with friends from time to time and hops on planes. She enjoys life to the fullest.
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