Road to Destiny (Scorpio Stinger MC Book 5) by Jani Kay Read Free Book Online Page B

and maybe even Mia and the kids. I’m not sure.”
    “Stay safe until we get there, Jade,” Savage commanded in a stern voice.
    “We will.”
    As soon as I hung up, I made my way to the door. My heart pounded in my ears and my head was spinning, but I didn’t let that stop me.
    “Where are you going?” Lexi asked in a high-pitched voice.
    “I’m going to see where Ryder is. I’ll go crazy if I have to sit here and wait.”
    “Jade, you can’t. Didn’t you hear what Savage said? We’ve got to stay here. That’s what Ryder told me, too.”
    “Screw that. If Ryder gets hurt, or even worse, killed . . . oh God, I don’t even want to think about it.” I held my fingertips to my quivering lips to still them. “This is life and death stuff, Lexi. And like hell am I sitting here biting my nails and feeling sick while shit is going down.”
    “Um . . . you have two very good reasons to stay safe. Both Harrison and Ryder will be mad as hell if something happens to you or the babies. You’ve got to listen, Jade.” Her eyes pleaded. “You’ve got to stay here with me.”
    I considered her words for all of five seconds. She had a valid point, but not knowing was so much worse. Ryder would stop at nothing to save his best friend and brother, even risking his own life. But things were different now. It wasn’t just about his biker family anymore, and I couldn’t help wondering if Ryder would think of that.
    The thought of coming second to the club riled me. I wasn’t jealous of another woman because I knew Ryder only had eyes for me, yet his allegiance to the club, to Cobra, and to his brothers, ran far deeper than what even I understood.
    “Lexi, I’m going to take my chances. Maybe Ryder will need me, and I want to be there when he does. Wait here till Harrison or Savage comes for you, okay?”
    With legs that felt as if concrete had been poured into them and a heart as heavy as stone, I made my way to the club room. At least one of the other boys would be able to fill me in on the situation.
    My throat burned, and tears welled up behind my eyelids. I simply didn’t want a life without Ryder.

8 — Ryder
    C obra’s limp body sat like a crash dummy squeezed between an airbag and the seat that was covered in blotches of red, blood dripping down the black leather. Mia was in the same position, but except for the blood that had splattered onto her—Cobra’s blood—I couldn’t detect if she was bleeding, too. A low moan escaped her lips. At least she was still alive.
    My gaze flew to the back seat, following the cries of terror and agony. Both kids were still strapped into their safety chairs. The fear and anguish on their little faces speared my heart.
    “It’s okay, kiddos, everything is going to be okay,” I said, my voice cracking. As if they could detect the lie, their cries became even louder and more distraught. As hard as it was to just leave them there, I had to focus my attention on their father.
    The crunch of glass under my boots sounded eerie as I leaned over Cobra to check if he was still breathing. Every muscle in my body tensed, and my chest was so tight that it was difficult to get air into my lungs. “Fuck. Cobra. Breathe , you fucker. You can’t die on me now.”
    Blood poured from the wound in his head, and his eyes stayed shut. He didn’t move, not even a slight rise in his chest to tell me that he was indeed breathing. I placed two fingers on his jugular to check his pulse, and panic rose to my throat as any sign of life evaded me.
    Cobra can’t be dead. He just can’t. It isn’t an option.
    I wanted to grab him by the shoulders and shake him until he responded, but I knew better than that. By the number of entry wounds I could tell that he’d been shot several times, and I had no idea how much damage had been caused to his internal organs.
    All I saw was the look of death. The reaper was waiting, calling my brother to the other side.
    But I wouldn’t let the grim man of death