being close to the club was hardly safe, though she accepted her fate the moment they took her in. if anything, being in law enforcement was possibly just as dangerous. however, that didn’t mean she was okay with the club as a whole, especially when it came to their blond, fearless leader. he did things that drove her insane, forcing her to stay two steps ahead of him, aiming to keep bloodshed out of her town. it never worked & she was aware her attempts were worthless, but that didn’t mean she’d stop. or so she had thought. once the new bosses moved into charming, the connection she had with the club forced her to step down & turn in her badge. being a cop was everything & truthfully, she blamed the president, despite knowing it was her fault. she was the one who climbed into bed with criminals.
cutting ties would have been the smart move, but she already knew to much & leaving would make her a liability. she certainly wasn’t scared of the club, not since most of them had become her family, though she knew the rules. she knew if she uttered one word about the illegal activity that happened at the hands of the sons, they’d easily plant a bullet in her skull. that alone forced her to stay, earning her keep by using her expertise, though she constantly looked for an out. if she could find leverage & a way to leave, she would. she just had no idea that staying would cause her to be apart of the bloodshed, bonding her tighter to the club.
the shots seemingly came out of nowhere, ringing through her ears, as she tried to make a run for safety. in her head, she wanted to believe she was an innocent bystander, but she knew the truth. rival clubs wouldn’t hesitate to hurt someone the club was close to & she was an easy target. maybe it had been her fault for not paying attention, wasting her energy on arguing with jax again. but now, all she knew was the searing pain that was coursing through her. the bullet had lodged itself in her shoulder, sending her down on the concrete with the force.
broken cries escaped her lips as she felt herself being dragged, which she knew was supposed to protect her from further shots, but it hurt like hell. she could feel a set of hands against her, applying pressure to the wound, though she couldn’t bring herself to look. she didn’t want to know how bad it was, because if it looked anything like it felt, then she knew she was fucked.
he never hated her . far from it , truthfully & his heart is pounding when he watches her fall —— TERRIFIED / maybe as scared as he was when he’d heard the news about abel . he can’t lose her too , the same way he’d lost his father , his brother , his step - father , his wife , his high school sweetheart , his best friend , his sister : this life had already taken too much from him . it’s INSTINCT to fire off rounds , watch as the bullets planted themselves into enemy skin [ he’s much too accustomed to the murder & bloodshed , completely UNFAZED as bodies drop ] .
when they’re all dead or gone , tires screeching as vehicles shred out , he’s kneeling beside romana / hands fumbling to the wound , some kind of attempt to stop the bleeding . he’d made a mistake , not bringing along chibs for this meeting : the only one of the club who had any idea how to treat bullet wounds . he tries to pay no mind to his skin becoming stained red with her blood , the only blood he’d never wanted on his hands [ he should’ve done more to keep her safe ] —— panic bubbling over in his chest as one hands moves to her cheek , forcing her to look at him .
❛ 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐨𝐤𝐚𝐲 ? ❜ a stupid question / blue eyes pleading with her as brows raise . begging her to reassure him that she’s not about to die on him . ❛ 𝐰𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐭 . 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐬 , 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭 —— ❜ a stupid decision , he knows / a gunshot wound raises too many questions , gets the cops involved , but he figures he can sweet talk the nurse to keep her mouth shut : he has no other option [ he’s certain she won’t make it until chibs can get to them ] .
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