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Adult ++
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57
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20,083
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CHAPTER FIFTY-SEVEN
CHAPTER FIFTY-SEVEN
A/N: Had a few questions about the term ‘negro’. To me this is no different than saying caucasion. You can be ‘white’ and maybe from Africa, Japan or Mexico. Or ‘negro’ and from St. Louis, Stockholm or Sydney. To me, your ethnicity no more represents your place of origin than it does any other aspect of you. Curse of my basic color-blindness. To create word pictures, I have to apply them. However, to me, we’re all the same.
Humans.
And, hey, got some alien DNA? All the better if it helps the gene pool.
I have something in the works to help unpublished writers break into the industry. The info is posted info on my AFF author’s page and on my website.
#
Roth trusted Adam to cover him as he rushed to Joseph. In his fiancé’s hands that rifle became a death sentence.
Shoving the pistols into the waist of his jeans, he hissed. The hot barrels seared his back. Nathan held Joseph protectively, shielding his wounded body. An ugly red gash on Nathan’s shoulder told Roth the round had most likely passed through and cut over the larger man. His mind rushed through the damage moving his adopted brother could do verses preserving his life. A powerful spate of fire hit the deck and Roth hit the two wounded men to clear them from potential further harm.
“Protect his head and neck, Nate!” Roth felt a hot streak over his left bicep. Adrenaline spared him true pain. Once the three of them stopped on the blood - and saltwater-slick wood surface, he turned Joseph onto his back. Soft tissue damage. Blood loss.
Nathan made a desperate sound of grief.
“Exits are always worse.” The ugly wound of the bullet’s exit caused Roth’s belly to clench.
In his periphery, he saw Adam almost calmly killing any bad guy unfortunate enough to enter his sights.
“How bad?” Nathan’s fatalistic tone conveyed his fear.
Roth switched gears. Ripping Nathan’s shirt off him, he made a pressure bandage of it for their mutual loved one. “We have to keep his airway open. I think the bullet may have passed through his right lung. Give him mouth-to-mouth. Gently.” Roth pressed his fingers to Joseph’s wrist and consulted his watch. Shots landed close. Shouts of aggression dwindled. The opposing fire ceased. “Talk to him, Nathan. Let him hear your voice.”
The burly man gave into one sob. He collected himself. “Baby boy, I’m here and won’t let you go. Understand me?” His voice strengthened and sharpened. “Hear me? Stay with me.” His training in the security business made him an asset in the situation. He puffed his breath lightly into Joseph, put his hand over the fabric staunching blood flow. “I love you. Don’t you dare fucking leave after turning me queer.”
Kelly joined them, bleeding, but animated. “Doc, let me help with him.”
Roth checked Joseph’s vitals again. Getting to his feet, he saw Adam discard the rifle into the ocean. BeBe walked around taking weapons from bad guys’ potential reach. If they returned from the dead to try using them.
Joseph’s color terrified Roth. He knew he had to remain strong for his family. Unless his estimation of the bullet’s path proved wrong, Roth knew Joseph’s survival chances less than twenty percent.
Bullhorn-carried voices boomed as assistance crafts arrived.
“Ahoy, Sanguine Queen, this is the Spearhead, out of the Garrett island harbor. We have medical assistance onboard.”
Roth felt tears leak from his eyes. “We’re in Fate’s hands now.”
Gazing down at Joseph, Roth attempted to think like a doctor instead of a relative.
In the emergency room of the small Jamaican hospital, they waited for news. The plastic seats and sterile environ offered no comfort.
As Roth sat with Nathan, Ridge and Jason arrived. Jason said, “Remember what you said to me? That time when we waited to hear about Ridge?” He embraced the big man as he stood.
Nathan replied, “I do.”
As Jason released the big man, Ridge embraced Nathan. “We’ll get through this.”
Roth replied, “This is beyond my abilities. I just know my adopted brother’s life is on the line.”
Nathan slid his arm around Roth’s back. “And my mate, doc. Don’t forget.”
Ridge wrapped his long arms around the man-tank and his now-brother. “Thank you for what you did for me and we’re here for you and Joseph.”
Roth realized his vocation made him ill-suited to waiting for results. He paced restlessly.
At one point Ridge caught him in his arms.
Adam, wearing Joseph’s blood as they all did, kissed him. “Sweetheart, we’re here.”
Roth broke. “He’s so sweet and wonderful.”
Nathan, Jason, Ridge and Patched up Kelly surrounded him.
A/N: Had a few questions about the term ‘negro’. To me this is no different than saying caucasion. You can be ‘white’ and maybe from Africa, Japan or Mexico. Or ‘negro’ and from St. Louis, Stockholm or Sydney. To me, your ethnicity no more represents your place of origin than it does any other aspect of you. Curse of my basic color-blindness. To create word pictures, I have to apply them. However, to me, we’re all the same.
Humans.
And, hey, got some alien DNA? All the better if it helps the gene pool.
I have something in the works to help unpublished writers break into the industry. The info is posted info on my AFF author’s page and on my website.
#
Roth trusted Adam to cover him as he rushed to Joseph. In his fiancé’s hands that rifle became a death sentence.
Shoving the pistols into the waist of his jeans, he hissed. The hot barrels seared his back. Nathan held Joseph protectively, shielding his wounded body. An ugly red gash on Nathan’s shoulder told Roth the round had most likely passed through and cut over the larger man. His mind rushed through the damage moving his adopted brother could do verses preserving his life. A powerful spate of fire hit the deck and Roth hit the two wounded men to clear them from potential further harm.
“Protect his head and neck, Nate!” Roth felt a hot streak over his left bicep. Adrenaline spared him true pain. Once the three of them stopped on the blood - and saltwater-slick wood surface, he turned Joseph onto his back. Soft tissue damage. Blood loss.
Nathan made a desperate sound of grief.
“Exits are always worse.” The ugly wound of the bullet’s exit caused Roth’s belly to clench.
In his periphery, he saw Adam almost calmly killing any bad guy unfortunate enough to enter his sights.
“How bad?” Nathan’s fatalistic tone conveyed his fear.
Roth switched gears. Ripping Nathan’s shirt off him, he made a pressure bandage of it for their mutual loved one. “We have to keep his airway open. I think the bullet may have passed through his right lung. Give him mouth-to-mouth. Gently.” Roth pressed his fingers to Joseph’s wrist and consulted his watch. Shots landed close. Shouts of aggression dwindled. The opposing fire ceased. “Talk to him, Nathan. Let him hear your voice.”
The burly man gave into one sob. He collected himself. “Baby boy, I’m here and won’t let you go. Understand me?” His voice strengthened and sharpened. “Hear me? Stay with me.” His training in the security business made him an asset in the situation. He puffed his breath lightly into Joseph, put his hand over the fabric staunching blood flow. “I love you. Don’t you dare fucking leave after turning me queer.”
Kelly joined them, bleeding, but animated. “Doc, let me help with him.”
Roth checked Joseph’s vitals again. Getting to his feet, he saw Adam discard the rifle into the ocean. BeBe walked around taking weapons from bad guys’ potential reach. If they returned from the dead to try using them.
Joseph’s color terrified Roth. He knew he had to remain strong for his family. Unless his estimation of the bullet’s path proved wrong, Roth knew Joseph’s survival chances less than twenty percent.
Bullhorn-carried voices boomed as assistance crafts arrived.
“Ahoy, Sanguine Queen, this is the Spearhead, out of the Garrett island harbor. We have medical assistance onboard.”
Roth felt tears leak from his eyes. “We’re in Fate’s hands now.”
Gazing down at Joseph, Roth attempted to think like a doctor instead of a relative.
In the emergency room of the small Jamaican hospital, they waited for news. The plastic seats and sterile environ offered no comfort.
As Roth sat with Nathan, Ridge and Jason arrived. Jason said, “Remember what you said to me? That time when we waited to hear about Ridge?” He embraced the big man as he stood.
Nathan replied, “I do.”
As Jason released the big man, Ridge embraced Nathan. “We’ll get through this.”
Roth replied, “This is beyond my abilities. I just know my adopted brother’s life is on the line.”
Nathan slid his arm around Roth’s back. “And my mate, doc. Don’t forget.”
Ridge wrapped his long arms around the man-tank and his now-brother. “Thank you for what you did for me and we’re here for you and Joseph.”
Roth realized his vocation made him ill-suited to waiting for results. He paced restlessly.
At one point Ridge caught him in his arms.
Adam, wearing Joseph’s blood as they all did, kissed him. “Sweetheart, we’re here.”
Roth broke. “He’s so sweet and wonderful.”
Nathan, Jason, Ridge and Patched up Kelly surrounded him.