Burning Truths (Consume Me #2)

37. Kenna

Chapter Thirty-Seven

KENNA

Cop cars swarm the parking lot of the prison, the flashing blue lights blinding in the setting sun. My door is open before Cole has a chance to put that bitch in park. My feet hit the ground as soon as my seatbelt is removed. Running towards one of the cops my voice is shaky.

“What’s going on here?” I rush out.

The male cop turns to face me with an annoyed look crossing his face until he sees the man walking up behind me. The man has a thick black mustache over his top lip with deep sea blue eyes that look over both of us before choosing his next words.

“We were called out for a riot but we’re on the tail end of things.” He rubs at the long baton on his hip.

He watches me like I’m a fucking threat which sets me on edge and pisses me off at the same time.

“Why aren't your men inside yet?” I snap.

Moving closer I stop barely a foot away. The fire in my eyes may not be enough to get answers from him but I’ll kill the fucker if he doesn’t speak faster.

Running a hand down his face he looks to Cole as if to say control your woman. Pressing my chest into his I tip my head back with a feral look blanketing my face.

“I asked the question so look at me. Why are you lazy fuckers just standing here?” I spit.

Looking over his shoulder at the large group of probably twenty men he says, “By the time we got the call and made it here it was over. Now we’re just waiting for all the inmates to be put back in their cells before we can comb the open areas.”

He doesn’t seem worried about the prison inmates at all.

“Who’s hurt?” I probe.

Looking around the parking lot there are several EMT vans yet none have their lights on sending a shiver through me.

“Anyone inside that building that needs a bus, isn’t breathing.” He finally says.

“How many?” Cole is the next one to speak his tone filled with irritation.

The dick bag cop straightens his stance under the watchful eye of a Stone brother.

“Ten.” He sighs. “Look, I’ll report back what I can but for now that’s all I know. I have to get back to my men so we can move forward.”

With that he walks away. Dropping to my knees the asphalt digs into my skin. A scream bubbles out of me releasing from my throat when my head falls back. Somewhere in a dark corner of my heart I can feel that my fathers gone. She wouldn’t have planned this if she didn’t know she could pull it off. She had someone on the inside stage this to get to him all because of me. Her obsession with my family has cost me both parents. The organ in my chest pinches at the utter loss I feel in my soul.

“Come on, Kens.” Cole whispers against my hair.

His thick arm curls around my waist dragging me into his chest. Walking backward towards the car several cops turn to watch the show. Low whispers and comments spark up turning into a low buzz that I try to tune out. Lifting me into the truck Cole rushes around the other side sliding into his seat. Turning to face me his fingers pinch my chin forcing my eyes to meet his.

“I can see where your thoughts are but we don’t know anything for sure, Princess.” He rubs his lips together looking out towards the parking lot. “We don’t know anything.” He says more to himself.

Putting the car in reverse he whips the SUV around flooring it out of the parking lot. Halfway to the house a call comes through to the truck speaker, the name on the screen is Gio. Leaning forward to press the button on the call a voice burst through the speakers.

“G?” I call out.

“West has been shot.” A frantic voice says on the other line. Cole jerks the wheel to the side before gaining control.

“What the fuck do you mean?” I screech.

Oh god what’s happening. A panic attack creeps up starting at my fingertips making my skin tingle.

“Ally took the brunt of the bullet for him but he’s been hit.” G’s voice breaks off when the sound of an EMT bus echoes on the call.

Cole opens his mouth to speak when a cry falls from mine right as a large black truck plows into the side of the SUV. Glass shatters. My seatbelt jerks my neck back digging into my skin. Our tires slam into something jolting us to the side, sending us into a roll. Everything blurs together spinning uncontrollably. Coming to a stop my vision darkens clouding my eyesight completely. Pain laces down my right side, the feeling of something wet rolls down my face.

The last thing I remember is Cole calling my name and thinking not again. I don’t know if we’ll survive this again.