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“Did you know?” I gently hand Roxy off to Jenni making sure she has her securely on her hip, and then I step away from my family. Her silence is telling, but I ask again. “Did you know that fucker was out?”
“Mr. McCoy, please.”
“Answer the fucking question.”
Her gaze falls to the kids and Jenni. “Yes, I was informed yesterday.”
“Yesterday?”
“Tylan, please,” Jenni pleads with me. But I brush off her touch, taking another step towards Maggie.
“You knew yesterday, and you didn’t think to let us know? You could have gotten my wife killed. Those kids could have been taken—or worse. I could have lost everything!” My voice echoes through the room.
“I’m sorry. Really, I am.”
“Sorry?” I laugh. “You’re fucking sorry.”
“Dude.” Cut comes up behind me. “You’re scaring the kids,” he tells me in a low voice.
When I turn around, I see Roxy on her feet, head buried in Jenni’s legs. Ryder is next to her with his arm still wrapped around her body. Jenni’s face is blotched with emotion, cheeks wet with tears.
My fucking family.
My fucking heart.
Turning back around, I growl. “You need to fucking leave.” With all my strength, I use a word that doesn’t come easily. “Please.”
Her lips form a tight line, but she nods in understanding, leaving the room in silence.
It’s been five long ass days since Bubba was shot.
He’s still in a coma, with no signs of improvement. The doctors have no answers for us, just that he needs this time to heal. It’s now a waiting game.
I’ll never be able to thank Bubba enough for saving Jenni’s life. If he hadn’t been there, she might not be here. From what the cops have told us, Rob is being held without bail. They’re waiting for Bubba to wake up to get his side of things.
The conversation that I had with my father hasn’t been sitting well with me. His reaction to what I told him. The way he sounded when he said he would handle everything. I can’t get it out of my head…
“Pops,” I say once the automatic recording stops. Walking down the hospital hall, I make it outside so that I have a little more privacy.
“Son, how are things? How’s married life treating you? I got the picture.”
Jenni had told me at our wedding that she was going to print and send my father a picture. It was one of the four of us standing, embraced in each other’s arms. But with everything that had happened after the ceremony, I didn’t think she’d have time.
“Man, I didn’t think she’d get that in the mail. I didn’t think she’d have the time.”
“What do you mean?”
Rubbing the back of my neck, I take a deep breath. I fucking hate that I have to tell him this over the phone. This shit should be said in person, but there isn’t the fucking time, and I’m not about to make a couple hour trek to the prison anytime soon.
“Shit went down. That fucking prick left the clinic and found Jenni and the kids. He was at the park. Jenni didn’t know who he was at first, not until Savannah told her. She tried to get the kids outta the way, but the fucker pulled a gun on her.”
“Oh my God,” he breathed.
“One of my brothers, he was there. He wasn’t supposed to be, but he was, and he tackled Masters to the ground, but not before shots were fired. Jenni–”
“Please don’t say it, son.”
“No, she’s all right. Just a graze, but man, Pops. Bubba… He’s in bad shape. He’s been in a coma for a week. Things aren’t looking good.”
