RYDER
"How is she?" Logan asked the second I stepped out of the room where Liora was finally asleep.
The club's medic had pumped enough sedatives into her system to knock her out for the night, but the image of her covered in blood still wouldn't leave my head.
"She's alive."
A few hours ago, after a bottle was crashed to her head, bullets had been flying toward us. I still couldn't wrap my head around it. Someone had tried to put us in the ground.
"Where's Kane?" I asked.
"Rounding up the boys." Logan fell into step beside me as we headed toward the clubhouse bar. "He's already got people looking for the Trio Brothers."
"Call him off."
I grabbed a bottle of Scotch from behind the counter and took a long pull straight from the neck.
Logan stared at me like I'd lost my damn mind.
