Chapter 6 #2
The man in question’s head jerks up and his two-colored eyes stare at me with something like admiration and confusion in his eyes. Then he flips to Incubus and finally Cobalt, who just shakes his head. Oh, I’ve hit on something, though Blue Eyes doesn’t give me a second to try and figure it out.
“Darlin’, look at me. First, yeah, not gonna lie, we did rough your brother up because he’s gotten himself, and what looks to be you, in some serious shit. But he was already beat to shit when we found him. None of us hit him too hard ’cause he was on his way to the burner, so it didn’t matter.”
Every single head in that room jerks to Blue Eyes. Not sure why I again ask the dumb question.
“Blue Eyes, what’s a burner?”
His head drops and I hear him let out a huge breath of air. Oh God, what were they planning on doing with my brother? When he lifts his head, I see the answer in those stunning eyes. My hands shoot to my face as I feel like I’m going to pass out. Where are we and who are these freaks?
“Julie, listen to me closely, as I’m gonna be totally honest with ya.
Your brother did us wrong on a couple of things.
He pissed off the wrong folks also, which happened to be people we have worked with in the past. A favor was asked and we were in the process of fulfilling that request when Stash started talking.
I saw a way out for all of us and took it.
Now we can continue to try and hash this out but, from the looks of it, Stash doesn’t have a lot of time.
You can either let Incubus get started on trying to save your brother’s life, or we can call an ambulance.
If he makes it to the hospital, neither of you will ever leave, well, outside of a body bag.
And do you know how I know this… because your friend, Salvatore, offered the Kings of Anarchy a million dollars to murder both you and your brother.
So whatever you have on the Mob must be substantial ’cause, Darlin’, they ain’t playing. Ball’s in your court.”
My head automatically tilts as I try to get inside Blue Eyes’ head, though his face shows absolutely nothing. Hearing someone walking toward me, I’m shocked to see Incubus standing off to the side of me, his face also blank.
“How can I trust you to save him? Are you a doctor or surgeon or just playing at one? I can’t lose him too, Incubus.”
His face instantly shows a trace of pain before it goes blank again. He raises a hand and gently puts it on my shoulder. Then he lays it on the line.
“Julie, I’ve never really spoken about this, but maybe I feel like I owe you.
To answer your questions, yes, was a medic like Hurricane when we served.
Came back and, yeah, I have or, well, had a license to practice medicine.
Not going to go into details but something happened with the administrators who ran the facility.
Long story short, I got framed and was given a choice to stay and be tried, convicted, and sentenced to prison, for only God knows how long.
Or leave and never practice medicine again.
Cobalt and I have been friends forever and when he started to prospect in his dad’s club, after what happened to me, I put my hat in too.
The rest is history. I will tell you that over the years I’ve been in the Kings of Anarchy club, I’ve saved quite a few lives.
But the bottom line is you have to trust me, and I can’t make you.
Will tell ya, looking at Stash, you don’t have a lot of time to decide. ”
He doesn’t take his hand off my shoulder, which for some reason is comforting. I look over my shoulder to see Cobalt watching us very closely, though he must feel me looking at him ’cause his eyes shift to mine. I mouth, “Do you trust him?”
He replies with no hesitation, “With my life.”
Turning back to Incubus, I shift so his hand falls and I see the flash of something cross his face before I walk into his body, putting my arms around his waist. Instantly, I feel him tense up as the entire room takes in a huge breath.
I can hear gasps and shit, but I don’t care.
I need to do this and, somehow, I think Incubus knows ’cause he doesn’t return the hug but also doesn’t step back.
I lean back, looking up into those dead eyes, praying I’m making the right decision.
“I’m trusting you, please don’t make me regret it. Incubus, please save my brother.”
To my utter shock, he leans down without touching my body and presses his lips to my forehead for a brief second.
Then he turns and walks to where Hurricane, Mammoth, and a few other brothers are waiting on him.
Incubus starts barking orders and once again goes into the kitchen, I’m guessing to wash his hands.
I’m watching him so intently that when thick arms wrap me up from behind, I almost jump up off the floor.
His voice sends shivers down my spine and I don’t know if they are the good or bad ones.
“You made the right decision, Darlin’. If anyone can save your brother, it’s Incubus. Like I said, trust him with my own life. Not sure you want to watch this, so come on, let’s sit in the library while they start.”
Did I just hear this man say the library?
What kind of motorcycle club is this that they have a library?
What is it filled with, a bunch of Harley Davidson books?
I nod at him and he leads us to a smaller room with bookshelves from the floor to the ceiling, with all kinds of paperbacks and hardcovers.
When Cobalt sits in one of the oversized chairs, I wander around and am shocked at the different genres.
Again, these men are more than what they want you to think.
When I see a familiar book cover, I almost laugh out loud.
The red lettering and the skull face actually has me giggling.
I grab the paperback, turning to Cobalt, and showing it to him.
He gives me a grin before shocking me to hell.
“Yeah, Sparkles likes those books, so she’s got herself a couple of shelves now for her books too. Do you know that series or author? Sparkle just loves him or her.”
Glancing down, I just can’t believe it. What a small world is my thought as I sit in the other oversized chair and start to reread the second book—Shadow, in one of my favorite series—The Devil’s Handmaidens Motorcycle Club Timber-Ghost, Montana Chapter.