The Heathen (Preacher Brothers 2)

“It’s Wilder.” Another long moment passed.

“What’s wrong? Is he okay?”

Cullen shook his head. “No. He was shot making some back-alley deal. Frankie rushed him to Dom’s place.” He had his hands on my shoulders now, his fingers clutching me. “I need you over there, Kimber. I need you to check on him.” There was panic in his voice. “There’s a lot of blood.”

“Have them call an ambulance. They’ll get to him faster.”

Cullen was shaking his head before I finished speaking.

“Gunshot wounds draw the police. The hospital would have to report it. You know that. We can’t have any heat on us.”

Damn, he was right.

My heart jumped into my throat and I nodded. “What do you want me to do though? I’m not a doctor, Cullen.”

He cupped each side of my face, looking into my eyes. “You’re the smartest person I know, Kimber. You’re smarter than any fucking doctor out there and you know it.” There was a pleading note in his voice. “And right now, you’re the only one who can save my brother.”

I swallowed roughly and nodded. “Then take me to him.”

I just hoped like hell I was able to help Wilder, because I knew the alternative would be devastating for the Preacher brothers.

The End.