Chapter 14 #2
Moving Holy Joe so I can assess him better, my eyes take in his immediate injuries.
Not sure how but it looks like one of his ears is injured, as there is blood slowly dripping from the inside of his ear.
Also, his neck looks to have handprints on it, so that tells me someone either wanted him dead or this is a scare tactic.
It doesn’t matter which it is because if he doesn’t get help and fast, the club will lose this brother and I can’t let that happen on my watch so I get busy with what I have.
I find some ripped up towels, along with a half-filled first aid kit.
First, I work hard at taking off his kutte and laying it across the rickety chair, like I’ve seen the other brothers do.
Then as carefully as possible, I undress him to his boxers.
I start to assess what I can see and categorize his injuries by severity.
After the first two swipes with a warm facecloth, I start to clean up what is left of Holy Joe.
He moans a few times but besides that he doesn’t even open his eyes.
His breathing seems to be fine and from what I remember his pulse is somewhat acceptable.
Feeling out of my comfort zone, I do my best, praying it’s enough until Cobalt gets here.
I know he’ll tear this place down, inch by inch, because of whatever this thing is that’s going on between us.
My body starts to shake again and I know I’m in shock, but right now not much else I can do except stay right at Holy Joe’s side ’cause he probably won’t wake up anytime soon.
I stretch out next to him so my body heat will help keep him warm.
I must have dozed off because someone pushed me to my back and is messing with the damn cuffs.
Turning my head, I’m shocked to see Mammoth with what looks to be some kind of metal thingy he is sticking into the cuffs.
Right when I’m about to tell him to quit trying and go help Holy Joe is when we hear footsteps coming toward the door of wherever we are being held.
Wait a damn minute, what did Mammoth do, break into where I’m being held?
Or did he know where it was and came to finish the job?
We all know if anyone can get the job done, it’s Mammoth, with his size and his amazing ability to blend in as huge as he is.
When my eyes meet his all that negative bullshit instantly disappears because, for a split second, Mammoth shares with me his pain.
The agony written all over his face hits me square in the chest. Looking at him, he’s not a member of the Kings of Anarchy Motorcycle Club but a man whose heart has been eviscerated, while his soul seems to have given up on its search to finding a mate.
I need to find him an ol’ lady, and I’m going to be putting it on my to-do list if we get out of this shitty nightmare.
Mammoth’s eyes look beyond me to see Holy Joe, and he immediately forgets about me and my cuffs to check on his brother.
He concentrates while immediately starting to work on his brother.
The worry that runs across his face makes me wonder why such a dedicated man, who has such excellent skills necessary to save someone from dying, isn’t doing something more than being a biker in a motorcycle club.
Same thought I have for Incubus and Cobalt.
It just doesn’t make sense, but at this moment nothing seems to be doing that.
When we hear someone on the outside of the door, Mammoth stands, immediately going to stand right out of sight, up against the wall to the left of the door, motioning for me to sit by Holy Joe and try to act normal.
I show him my lifted eyebrow, which brings a faint smirk to his face because, honestly, this is the furthest thing from any normal I understand.
Stunned, I watch, eyes wide open, as the door swings open and Honey struts in with a big Italian guy right behind her.
My eyes never leave her face as she takes in the scene in front of her.
By the time she’s a third of the way in, Mammoth has taken the man out.
I’m not sure if he’s dead or alive, but he’s down on the filthy concrete floor.
Something catches Honey’s attention and it has her turning, and the blood-curdling sound that comes out of her mouth has shivers rolling down my shoulder and back.
Within seconds Mammoth has her dangling in the air, his hand around her neck.
Then he starts to squeeze and I see panic rush into Honey’s face.
She is trying to talk but is unable to with his huge paw wrapped around her delicate throat.
Her face is a bright red, while her lips are turning a pinkish blue/purple.
When Honey raises a hand, placing it on Mammoth’s arm, he instantly flings her to the floor.
When I go to move to check on her, he clears his throat, shaking his head, indicating I shouldn’t go toward her.
Ignoring his intense stare, I rush toward Honey, who when she sees me approaching puts up a hand.
We are at an impasse. That’s when Holy Joe lets out this pitiful moan, which has me going moving him.
I glance back and see Mammoth with a pair of his own cuffs on his index finger as he twirls them right in front of Honey.
Her face, almost white, says it all…she knows she’s totally fucked.