Several club members followed behind him. One of them held his arm against his chest and blood stained the sleeve as my stomach dropped.
"What happened?" I asked.
"Minor gunshot wound." Liam replied.
"He'll live." Liam added and the injured member grinned.
"I feel very reassured." Jace said but Liam ignored him.
"Inside." Liam said.
The workshop transformed instantly and motorcycles rolled onto lifts. Tools appeared and people started working.
The organized chaos felt strangely familiar. Lawson Customs had become a recovery zone and I followed Liam into the office treatment area.
"What do you need?" I asked as he looked at me.
"Help." He said.
That answer came quickly enough to make me smile.
"Fair." I said.
The next hour passed in a blur. Bandages, disinfectant, medical suppli
