War of Hearts (Storm MC Reloaded 2)

“What happened?” I ask my mother after she picks me up from my apartment and drives us to the clubhouse on Saturday afternoon. She’s got all the kids in the car and looks anything but calm. Her actions appear calm, but her face tells a different story.

Gripping the steering wheel tightly, she says softly so only I can hear, “King wants us all at the clubhouse. They lost some guys today and things are worse than ever.”

Panic squeezes my chest.

Fury went out with them today.

“Who?”

She frowns. “Who what?”

My panic increases and comes through in my voice when I demand, “Who did they lose?”

“I don’t know, Zara. All I know is what I’ve told you.”

Oh God.

Please don’t let it be Fury.

Please, please, please.

We drive the rest of the way in silence. I can’t talk; I can hardly think straight. My mind is racing as fast as my heart. It can’t be Fury; we only just found each other again.

When she pulls up to the clubhouse gate, two members are patrolling the area. They slow us down but open the gate as soon as they see it’s Mum. However, she pulls up to talk to Kick.

I can’t wait a second longer than necessary to find out if Fury was hurt. I open the door and leave the car before running the rest of the way. Mum calls out after me, but I ignore her.

I need to know he’s okay.

The clubhouse is in chaos, packed to capacity with wounded club members and others trying to help them. Raised voices everywhere. Ferocious energy. And blood. So much blood.

My lungs battle for breath as I push my way through the crowd.

I need to get to Fury.

“Zara!” King barks, stalking my way, his expression dark. “Where’s your mother?”

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p; “She’s outside. She’s safe.”

He doesn’t say anything more, moving past me, but I reach for his arm. “King, who was killed?” My stomach knots and I hold my breath as I wait for his answer.

Rage crowds his eyes as he says, “Mace and Texas.”

My heart free falls, because I knew those guys well. Tears pool in my eyes, but I force them not to fall. At the same time, relief like I’ve never known floods me.

He’s okay.

He didn’t die.

“Where’s Fury?”

He frowns, not answering me instantly, so I ask again, more demanding this time. “King, where’s Fury? Is he okay?”

“What the—”

Hyde cuts him off when he joins us. He looks like he wants to kill someone. “The motherfucker is speaking and you’re gonna wanna hear what he’s saying.”