Dillon: A Wings of Diablo MC Novel, Lake, B. [if you give a mouse a cookie read aloud .txt] 📗

listen to them right now. I wait for Roth or Fly to get back to me. So far all that they have been able to find is a few names. A photo Brendan sent over from some small airfield of a man getting on a plane. Brendan must be using his FBI contacts again. I didn't see Lily though.

I send over my own text. "Where is Lily? I don't give a fuck about them if Lily isn’t with them." I wait for what seems like an eternity before Brendan sends over another text. This time it's the same photo of them getting on the plane, except a dotted line is drawn along the bag in the form of what looks like a body. They had my baby in a fucking duffle bag.

I yell out in anger and frustration, not giving a fuck who heard me.

Is she dead already?

Is she scared?

Did they hurt her?

How slowly can I make them die?

My mind races with a never-ending storm of questions.

My phone goes off constantly with texts and calls of concern, and with Brendan, Roth and Fly all feeding me information, but nothing that tells me anything that I want to hear. I want to know where my kid is.

The police show up and ask me a slew of questions none of which I know the real answer to and few that I do. I know they would never be able to find the bastards that did this before I did. The local police force just didn't move that fast.

They left without much to add besides that I should call them if I happen upon any information. Sure, I will call them. I'll call them when I put a bullet in each and every one of the heads of the people that did this to my family. There was no law in the fucking world that was going to stop me from killing those motherfuckers.

After about 3 hours, the doctor comes into the waiting area. A solemn look on his face and a slow walk.

"You better not fucking tell me my wife is dead. Leave now if you are going to say that shit to me, because I will kill you where you stand if you don't." My eyes burn with more tears that I refuse to shed.

"Your wife has suffered a massive trauma. For now she is still alive, but her heart did stop while we were trying to deliver the baby. We did resuscitate her, but she has not woken up. There is massive swelling in her brain, and she is showing a decrease in brain activity. We've gotten her stable for the time being, but there is nothing more that we can do right now besides wait. She may wake up in a few hours or she may not wake up at all."

I nod my head hearing the words coming out of his mouth, but not really comprehending them fully. I was just happy that he didn't come in here and say that they had lost her completely. While my woman was laying in there on a bed she would fight. I know she would. My woman's the strongest person I have ever met.

"The baby?" I ask. It didn't even dawn on me that in the short time I’ve known she was pregnant that I've already grown a small bond with it.

"The baby is premature, and his lungs have not developed enough for him to breathe on his own yet. We have him in the NICU."

I smile slightly, "Him?"

The doctor cracks a smile, "Yes, you have a son. Congratulations, I can take you to see him."

"No, I'll see him when she wakes up." I nod and look away from the man.

"As you wish. I'll come back with updates as often as I can. They are getting your wife all set up in the ICU right now, they will let you in to see her shortly. She is very bruised so be prepared for what you see. Be strong for her." He reaches over and puts a hand on my shoulder before he turns to walk out. I stand there for a second thinking about everything when one of the nurses comes in. I can go in and see Keeley now.

There are tubes and machines everywhere. I do my best not to break down. I search for a spot on her body to touch that isn't bandaged or bruised. The only place I can find is her neck. I lay my fingers on that thin skin and feel her heartbeat thrum slowly under my fingertips.

"Keeley, I’m so sorry that this has come back to affect you. I thought I could stay away from all this shit, but I know that I can’t. I’m going to get our daughter back. I’m going to kill the men that did this to you and then I’m going to come home. We are going to take care of our son together. I don’t want you to worry about anything. I love you princess. I don’t want to leave you, but I have to, and I know that you understand why. I have a job and Lily is depending on me to do it." I don’t want to think that I’m hallucinating things, but I swear it feels as if her heart rate has increased. When I stand up and look down at her it looks like there is a slight smile on her face, but I know that it’s not possible with a tube down her throat to help her breathe. It’s only my imagination. I hope she'd be proud of me. I kiss her once before I walk out of her room, leaving my entire soul in that bed with her.

Someone once said that since I met Keeley, I had lost my edge. That I wasn’t as brutal as I used to be. Going soft, is what they had said.

They were right, Keeley is my conscious, the scale between right and wrong. Someone tried to