Rowan’s Point of View
After I got Dylan’s bleeding to stop, I carried her out of the office with Lucky and Chewy clearing our path. By the time we got back outside to the parking lot it was crawling with cops and ambulances, I carried Dylan over to one of the ambulances “my girlfriends hurt, she needs help” I put her on the stretcher and leaned down to her, “I’ll be right over there babe, I’m not going anywhere.” I moved my eyes to the other side of the stretcher that was just out of her sight of vision. I saw Lucky watching and listening to the owner who had showed up and was grilling JJ, he was much more upset about his losses than he was about any of the 30 or so people that had gotten hurt.
“This motherfucker” Lucky growled.
“What’d he say?” I asked.
“Brother, you don’t want to
