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Ray and his people are dead. So are two members of my staff and a 21 year old guy who came to the club for a drink. I...I don't know what to think. What to say. What to do. It's my club. I'm responsible for keeping people safe there. I have weapons there. Those weapons didn't do us any good. Because 15 demons with guns and 30 or so hostages? The odds are on the demons.
I couldn't do anything but watch. That bastard. He...he tried to make me choose between my cubs. My kids. Ray had a gun pointed at Dylan's head and demanded I give up Destiny. What kind of choice is that? They are mine. Mine to protect and he wanted me to choose between them?
Dylan gave me no choice. He sent his message loud and clear. I know he believes I listened to him. That the reason I stood by and watched that son of a bitch hurt my Dylan was because Dylan told me too. It wasn't. I don't...I couldn't have made a choice. Ray's thoughts were so clear. So loud. He wanted the seer and he'd kill everyone else. So there was no choice. No choice I could make. Because the only chance Dylan had was if we kept quiet. It was the only chance anyone had.
Except Trent and Ryan got no chance. They're dead. The boy who was in my club. He had no chance.
What was it for? What was the purpose of the attack? There was no warning for Destiny. There was no vision. There was nothing. Except blood and death and god damn it, this was supposed to be a safe place. What the fuck?
Did Ray choose Connor because he knew me? Did I make these kids a target because of the people I knew before them?
They came in. Oz, Connor, Angel, everyone came in and they saved us. They made sure no one else died but the sons of bitches who attacked us. Oz has been taking care of me. He took me to the hospital despite me insisting I just wanted to go home. Made sure I was bandaged up before we went home. They bandaged my body.
Can they bandage my heart?
I couldn't do anything but watch. That bastard. He...he tried to make me choose between my cubs. My kids. Ray had a gun pointed at Dylan's head and demanded I give up Destiny. What kind of choice is that? They are mine. Mine to protect and he wanted me to choose between them?
Dylan gave me no choice. He sent his message loud and clear. I know he believes I listened to him. That the reason I stood by and watched that son of a bitch hurt my Dylan was because Dylan told me too. It wasn't. I don't...I couldn't have made a choice. Ray's thoughts were so clear. So loud. He wanted the seer and he'd kill everyone else. So there was no choice. No choice I could make. Because the only chance Dylan had was if we kept quiet. It was the only chance anyone had.
Except Trent and Ryan got no chance. They're dead. The boy who was in my club. He had no chance.
What was it for? What was the purpose of the attack? There was no warning for Destiny. There was no vision. There was nothing. Except blood and death and god damn it, this was supposed to be a safe place. What the fuck?
Did Ray choose Connor because he knew me? Did I make these kids a target because of the people I knew before them?
They came in. Oz, Connor, Angel, everyone came in and they saved us. They made sure no one else died but the sons of bitches who attacked us. Oz has been taking care of me. He took me to the hospital despite me insisting I just wanted to go home. Made sure I was bandaged up before we went home. They bandaged my body.
Can they bandage my heart?