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  "Get down on the ground now!" the same cop yelled. Jason grinned at me in a challenging way. He wanted me to go back after him. He wanted me to give the police a reason to shoot me.

  Glaring at him with hatred and anger I didn't think I could possess I suddenly felt like my father. Disgusted with myself I dropped to my knees.

  "Get on your stomach NOW!"

  Lying flat on the ground I looked around the mayhem. The ground everywhere was stained with blood. Men I had known for years lay dead on the ground from both mine and Jason's side. Scotty lay only a few yards away face up his dead eyes looking straight at the sky.

  How could I have allowed this to happen? If I had dealt with Jason sooner. Long before Ever came into the picture or dealt with Eien right when the betrayal happened.

  Jake was making a fuss on the other side of the yard.

  "Arrest them! They're the ones who started this shit!" He yelled as he was hauled off my three cops. A knee slammed into my back holding my down. My arms twisted behind my back I hissed as the cop grabbed my wound. Cuffing me and jerking me from the ground I looked over at Jason who was in cuffs as well.

  "I'll be out before you," he promised. "And, I'll find her."

  Ripping away from the cop I started for Jason. A fist collided with my stomach and I glared at the cop who had punched me.

  Myers, one of Jason's paid cops. Jason was right though. He would get out before me; he's got judges under his belt. But, we'll see. I'll make sure he meets his death before that ever happens.

  I was dragged out to a waiting police truck and placed in the back with Jake, Tyler, Logan, Matt, and Grayson. Grayson looked ragged. He was eighteen and getting pretty good at fighting. He tried so hard to get in my tighter circle though. You could say the kid idolized me. I was not someone anybody should idolize though.

  "How you doin?" Jake grinned.

  "How can you be happy right now?" I grumbled.

  "Well I got to bust up brotherhood losers," he grinned blood dripping off the end of his nose from a cut on his forehead.

  "Where's Ever?"

  Jake's face fell instantly.

  "What?" I growled gritting my teeth.

  "She's lost a lot of blood from her side I could see that but..." Jake looked across to Tyler who had a few bruises nothing major.

  "Jet got shot..."

  Tyler just stared at Jake wordlessly, it was an unnerving look.

  "Jet was still alive when Marcus, Leon, and Tom took them both out of here."

  "He'll be fine Tyler," I told him. I wasn't sure but I didn't need Tyler acting rash and getting shot by the cops. Ever would never forgive me for Tyler getting hurt. I just know she wouldn't.

  "We'll be out of jail in no time," I reassured not knowing that either. I had a few strings to pull. I had plenty enough money to buy my way out but I had to be careful who I bribed. I know once we got to the jail I was calling to find out about Ever and Jet, and to find out who got away and who was killed. From the amount of bodies I seen I knew I'd have quite a many funerals.

  Cursing I kicked the other side of the van.

  "What's wrong with you now?" Jake muttered glaring at the floor. I shook my head at his mood change. I should be used to it by now, it's been seven years.

  "Scotty's dead," I told them.

  "Yeah," Logan spoke finally. "I saw Sam gut him."

  "You really think you can get us outta this boss?" Grayson asked.

  "I told you to call me, Oliver, Grayson. And, yes, I'll get us outta this."

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  A hand landed on my head patting it gently. Jerking my head up I cringed and looked around. Leon was kneeling next to me. Sitting up from where my head had been laying on Jet's hospital bed I rubbed my eyes. Looking over to Jet he was still heavily sedated but breathing softly.

  "What's wrong?" I asked scratching at the case I had on my wrist. It was annoying as heck and I wanted it off but thanks to Eien I had to wear it for two weeks.

  "Oliver's on the phone. They got him in a private cell now so he can talk to you," Leon smiled handing me his cell phone. Taking it quickly I pressed it to my ear.

  "Oliver?"

  He sighed. "Hey Bun," he said softly.

  "When are you getting out?" I demanded.

  He chuckled. "Well, baby girl it's a work in progress but things seem to be going well."

  "Oliver, it's been three days. Can't they like slap you on the hand and release you? I mean it's not like you actually killed Jason. His vocal cords will heal," I huffed.

  Three days away from Oliver was torture. I had gotten to talk to him for a brief moment yesterday before he had to go. A lot of the boys were in jail. It was all over the news about the all-out gang war. People were having a field day with it.

  Thankfully Jet and I had stayed out of the spot light of the media. One way or another Leon, Marcus and Tom had kept Jet and I out of the public eye. Whether with money or not I wasn't sure.

  It was a different story with the police though. An hour after Jet and I arrived at the hospital cops showed up to question us. Jet had been unconscious but I told them about Jason kidnapping me and beating Jet. Leon who seemed in charge at the moment told me what to say then him and the other two made themselves scarce.

  Kimmy and Alex had gone off to the big city to hide out for a while. The police were on to Alex being in the gang, how no one was sure but I had a feeling Eien or Jason could be blamed for that. But, he was sure to be arrested and Kimmy went with him only because I demanded it. I told her I would watch over her brother, she seemed satisfied with that but still called twice a day to check in.

  "Ever, I'll be out soon. These things take time. Just be happy I cut a deal to get Jason extra time. He's going to Ashford prison in less than two weeks once you testify about him kidnapping you. Speaking of that, are you okay? How's Jet?"

  "I'm fine," I told him touching Jet's hand tracing my fingers over his knuckles. "Jet's still out of it though," I muttered.

  "He'll be fine. He's stable right? The bullet missed his heart."

  "Yeah but the doctors said he's mostly likely paralyzed from the waist down. He might not ever walk again, Oliver."

  My eyes watered and I looked away from Jet to where my three protectors sat in the corner playing cards. They were listening but pretended not to. Leon looked up and smiled. He had been a big help since Friday.

  "Jet's tough. You know that. You'll see he'll be walking and kicking people's teeth out in no time," Oliver laughed softly.

  Smiling I pushed my hair behind my ear and sighed into the phone.

  "I miss you."

  "I miss you too baby girl," he whispered. "I promised you I wouldn't let anything take me away from you. I guess I lied," he said sadly.

  "No you didn't. We're still together, maybe not physically but I know you'll always be with me. This isn't the end. I love you too much to give up on you just because Jason went and screwed everything up."

  He sighed in relief. "I love you so much. Did you know that?"

  I laughed. "You better. Don't make me come down there."

  He laughed this time. "You should actually. I kind of need your help," his voice taking a sadder tone.

  "With what? And, I'm allowed to come see you?"

  "Yeah. I need you to bring Leon with you too. He's going to be acting leader alongside you while the rest of us are stuck in this hell hole."

  "Wait...what? Me leader?" I questioned shocked.

  "Yeah."

  I could hear in his voice he was grinning.

  "I still remember how you yelled at the boys when Jet slung us through the window at the warehouse. A few of the boys were talking about how scary you looked. They even said they actually felt sorry for Eien for a second."

  I started laughing so hard I held my stomach and side in pain. Me scary? Now that was funny.

  "So is there anything you need me to bring you? If I'm allowed to."

  "You are. But, I'm going to need Leon to tell me h
ow many of the boys got killed in the fight and we're going to need to talk about funerals."

  It suddenly felt like I had boulders in my stomach. I licked my lips as my mouth went dry. I think guilt is going to eat me alive, or stress, or the brotherhood gang members who aren't in jail with Jason. Either way it was overwhelming. Now I had to help with funerals that would have not happened in the first place if it wasn't for me.

  "I'm like the plague..." I muttered.

  "Ever, don't you dare blame yourself for anything that has happened. I'm the one to be blamed for everything sweetheart. But, we'll talk about it later. I got to go now. Can you be here at about one tomorrow?"

  "What? Why do you have to go?" I pouted.

  He chuckled. "It's the rules."

  I scoffed. "Fuck the rules! When have you ever, in your entire life, followed the damn rules?"

  There was muffled laughter in the corner of the room. Marcus, Leon and Matt were covering their mouth to keep quiet.

  "When did you start cursing like a sailor?" Oliver laughed loudly.

  "You taught me," I grumbled.

  "I taught you well. We'll talk tomorrow. Bring Leon."

  "Ok..." I muttered angrily. I didn't want to get off the phone.

  "I love you, baby girl," he told me sincerely.

  "I love you too, sweetheart."

  Oliver hung up the phone. I sat there glaring at Leon's cell. Things were so screwed up. I didn't even know where to begin to pick up the pieces of our life.

  I mean our relationship has never been normal. I accepted the fact that Oliver was in a gang long ago, it's not like I really gave it much thought. I guess my attraction to him blinded me from everything, especially the danger involved.

  Arms wrapped around my shoulder. Looking up Leon smiled down at me. His light brown hair was a bit shaggy. He had to be about Oliver's age twenty-four or so. He was handsome enough but a long jagged scar was across his face and neck. It started above his jaw and went to his collar bone.

  "You alright there?" he questioned.

  "Yeah. Oliver wants you and me to head up and see him tomorrow at one," I told him sadly. "We got to talk about funeral arrangements. He needs to know who all..."

  Leon nodded understanding me.

  "So apparently you and me are in charge for the time being," I smiled. He leaned against the window seal and nodded.

  "Am I scary? Oliver said some of the boys are scared of me."

  "You can be," Marcus replied with a shrug. Matt nodded in agreement then yawned leaning back in his chair against the wall. They had not left the hospital since we got here, but that was because I hadn't either. I wasn't about to leave Jet's side.

  "When you're angry you have a look about you that is very much like Oliver's. So of course we jump to attention. One because Oliver would knock our heads together and two...you might knock our heads together," Marcus smiled showing off his bright teeth.

  His skin was dark and his hair even darker, he had to be from down south, Mexico or some part of South America. I couldn't place his accent though.

  As for Matt he was just adorable. With a baby face, blonde hair, and blue eyes I'm sure it was not hard for him to pick up girls. However, he was very reserved and distant. Perhaps he was just quiet and shy like Tyler.

  "I wouldn't knock anyone's head together," I laughed.

  "You're too sweet for that," Leon added.

  I puffed out my cheeks. "I'm not sweet."

  "Yes, you are, and stubborn as a mule."

  My eyes widened as I heard Jet's voice. Spinning around quickly I bite back a gasp of pain. Jet's eyes were open or at least his good eye was. The other was swollen the size of a golf ball.

  "Jet!" I squealed.

  "Dear lord don't jump on me," he cringed.

  I laughed shaking my head. "I won't."

  Leaning over I kissed his cheek.

  "When you're not so hurt I might do that for scaring the hell out of me, though."

  He gave a weak grin. "I wouldn't expect anything less from you."

  "I'll go get a nurse," Marcus said standing up.

  Jet groaned. "She'll drug me all up again. I could hear you guys talking but I couldn't do anything about it."

  "Well, she needs to come check you out," I frowned at Jet and ushered Marcus to go get the nurse.

  "Enjoying your leadership role are you?" Jet questioned raising an eyebrow at me. "You never were good with taking orders."

  "Pshh...I've been in charge since I first got here and you know it. Oliver just won't admit it."

  Jet smiled softly. "So who's not in jail?"

  "Only about ten or so who got away, I told them to stay out of sight for a while," Leon spoke stepping up to my side resting his hand on the back of my chair.

  Jet nodded as the door opened and a small mousy type woman stepped into the room going to Jet without a word. Marcus stayed by the door leaning against the frame.

  She started checking his vitals and his blood pressure, heart rate then she pulled the sheets back to show his legs. They had thick white casts from high above his knees to his feet. Only his toes were showing.

  The nurse took a pen out and ran it over his toes looking at him.

  "Do you feel that?"

  Jet was silent a moment then shook his head, no.

  Looking down at my lap my eyes begin to water.

  "Give me and Ever a minute," Jet told everyone in the room.

  The boys and the nurse left. I knew that the three boys wouldn't go far.

  "Ever, come here," Jet told me scooting over on his bed. He winced but made space for me to sit on the edge. I did and he took my good hand.

  "I know you. I know you are blaming yourself...for everything, for Kimmy and Alex, me, all the boys from the gang that died. But, you can't. There are things in life that happen and feeling guilty about them isn't going to help it. None of this is your fault. You did what you thought was right for Kimmy, and me. You are too nice for your own good."

  Wiping my eyes I nodded. "Oliver has told me that too."

  "He's right. You do what you think is right even if it puts you in danger. You cannot do that. Like at the junkyard. I told you to go, and you didn't."

  "But, Jet I cou-"

  He held up his hand. "I know...I know."

  He squeezed my hand. "You love everyone and want to take care of everyone but you can't. Sometimes you just got to step back and let others deal with things."

  "Like...how? What do you mean?" I questioned confused.

  "Well when Eien told you Jason had me you shouldn't have gone with him."

  "Jet...I didn't. I mean I wanted to help you but I knew Jason wasn't going to let you go. Eien shoved a knife into my side. He told me if I screamed that he'd puncture my lung. I tried to fight him but..." I looked down at my hand and waved it at him. “He broke my wrist.”

  Jet looked shocked. "Eien did all this?" He asked looking at my hand.

  I nodded. "Jason only slapped me. That's all he did. Eien was the one who seriously hurt me."

  Jet turned away from me pressing his lips into a firm line, and clinched his fists.

  "What's wrong?"

  I mean he knew Eien was with Jason and he was bad. Why did Eien hurting me shock him so much?

  "Leon!" Jet called.

  A second later Leon's head popped into the door. Jet motioned for him to come in.

  "What's up?"

  "When Ever left the room to get a soda earlier and you were talking to Marcus you were talking about Eien. He got away didn't he?"

  "Wait what?" I asked my mouth dropping open. I turned to look at Leon.

  "How? You were like out."

  "I told you I've been hearing you guys talk and just couldn't move," Jet rolled his eyes.

  "Well," Leon scratched the back of his head in a very Oliver like fashion. "Yeah, Eien took off. I actually saw him bail before the fighting really got started."

  "What?" I jumped up. "Eien took off?"

  "Like at the tour
nament," Jet nodded. "It's not a surprised. Eien's a damn coward. He always bails when things get bad. He's always done that, that's why him hurting you is just a shock," Jet shook his head.

  "Eien hurt you," Leon asked confused now.

  "He's the one who broke my wrist and stabbed me in the side."

  Leon gave a look that made me want to laugh. It was shock, but he popped his shoulders back in way that made it seem the information had like hit him in the chest. What kind of reaction is that?

  "Errr...I've never really heard of Eien getting into a fight really with anyone. I mean he pushes people around and talks shit but never actually does anything."

  "Then why did Oliver have him live with you guys?" I questioned Jet. "Doesn't Oliver only surround himself with the best?"

  Jet laughed. "He told you that?"

  I nodded rolling my eyes.

  "Well we've known Eien for a long time. Mostly we live with Oliver because we have all been friends for so long. We're more like brothers. That's why Eien betraying us hurt so much. I mean he has a way about him that can be very dick headish but...he was our friend," Jet shrugged.

  "How long have you been with the gang Leon?"

  "Like four years," he replied sitting on the end of Jet's bed.

  "Yeah and I bet you just love that you're in charge right now, huh?" Jet added with a smirk.

  "I'm not in charge, Ever is. I'm her second in command," he grinned.

  The three of us started laughing at that.

  "Hey?" Marcus called from the door. We looked up at him.

  "Matt and I are going to go getting something to eat. That cool?"

  Marcus was mostly looking at me which gave me a sense of pride. I was in charge of the gang right now just because I was with Oliver. I liked that. Everlyn Fox, gang leader of the Shadow Stalkers. That has a nice ring to it.

  "Yeah," I nodded.

  "Now I think she just needs to get the ink," Leon barked out a laugh.

  I whipped my head to look at him. Ink! I'm not getting the bat tattoo!

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  I had never seen a prison up close before, so I had definitely never been inside of on. But, Carson County Jail was everything that embodied a prison to me, high fences, scary guards and creepy people.