Swerve Chapter 11 #2
“Micro found something that had Diablo sending a few of us there to see if you needed backup. I know you left Dozer here and said you’d be back, but when we were told to ride, we did. We didn’t ask why. We’ll have to ask Diablo and Micro.”
For our president not to confer with our VP meant it was extremely important and urgent.
I stopped myself from probing deeper. He hit the button to open the door for me.
Rolling inside, I found a scuffle in progress.
Boone was struggling to get away from Butcher and Turbo while several others stood there with their arms crossed, watching.
There was no sign of Wolverine or Electra.
Not bothering to stop and ask what was up, I rolled by them.
“Hey, come back here! I need to be with her,” Boone shouted.
“You’re in our house, G-Man. We don’t take orders here. Sit your ass down and wait. When we want you to see her, you will,” Scorpion growled as he joined them. He winked at me.
“You can’t do this!” Boone shouted louder. It got him nowhere.
I raced down the hall to Sick Bay. The door was closed. I paused long enough to knock and call out, “It’s me.”
I was already opening the door when Wolverine responded with, “Come in.”
Entering, I found Electra sitting up on a gurney, or whatever it was called.
Wolverine was gathering supplies. She glanced from him to me.
As our eyes met, she blushed. I loved the way it made her skin look and her eyes sparkle.
I wanted to see it all over her body, her naked body.
My cock stirred in my jeans. I had to command it to stay under control.
This wasn’t the time for that. But if I had my way, it would be soon.
Shutting the door, I rolled over to her bedside. “How’re you feeling?”
“Kinda fuzzy. I don’t know what happened to me. I never pass out,” she confessed sheepishly.
“You were shot, Electra. Most people do more than pass out when that happens. They cry out, complain of pain, and don’t engage in a firefight after they are. Just lie there and let Wolverine see what needs to be done,” I instructed as our doc came back to the bedside with a table full of supplies.
He smiled at her as he snapped on latex gloves.
“Electra, I’m gonna remove these towels and get a look at what we’re dealing with.
Like Swerve said, lie there. Try to relax.
I’ll be as gentle as possible. I’ll give you something for the pain as soon as I get done assessing you. Are you allergic to anything?”
“No, not that I know of. And the pain is bearable,” she told him.
I watched as he unknotted the top one and then tried to remove the folded one. When she flinched, he stopped.
“I need to wet this. The blood dried, and it’s sticking to you. We don’t want to restart the bleeding.”
He opened a bottle of what I assumed was saline and poured it carefully on the towel, saturating it.
Once it was thoroughly wet, he began slowly peeling it off.
When he had it removed, I strained my neck to see the wound.
He gently wiped the area around it with wet gauze, clearing the blood still on her skin.
Not knowing what was bad or not, I had to ask, “How is it, Wolverine?”
“It looks like it’s superficial and just caught the outer part of her upper arm, but I need to palpate to be sure. Electra, this’ll probably hurt. Tell me if it’s too much.”
She inhaled deeply before telling him, “Go for it.”
He began to probe. When I saw her tense, I slipped my hand into hers and squeezed it.
She clasped it back and gave me a grateful look.
I felt her body jerk a couple of times, and she hissed once.
I wanted to yell and tell him to take it easy, but I knew he was being as gentle as he could.
When he was finished, I was the one to ask for his assessment.
“Well, what do you think?”
“Good news, it’s gone through like I thought, and there’s nothing majorly damaged. That area is mostly blood vessels and some nerves, but not major ones.”
“Good, that means you can stitch me up, and Rhodes and I can get out of your hair. The less time we spend here, the greater the chance you won’t be dragged into our trouble,” she told us.
Wolverine shifted his gaze to me for a moment, then back to her. “Honey, that’s not gonna work. I can stitch you up easily enough, but you can’t leave.”
“Why not?”
“For one thing, you’re still at risk for infection.
I have to monitor you to ensure that if you have symptoms, I can begin a course of antibiotics for you.
Then there’s the whole issue that someone is trying to kill you, you don’t have a safe house, and you’ve been lying and working in one of our businesses.
We need to know why. I think you owe us an explanation, Electra. ”
I refrained from telling her that I wasn’t about to allow her to run off and never know what happened to her. Or that the club had experience in this kind of thing, a lot of it.
“You can’t hold us here against our will,” she argued.
“We’re not. You’ll be our special guests. If Boone wants to leave, he is free to do so. We’ll take care of you,” I muttered.
“Swerve, we can’t, ouch,” she hissed, sucking in her breath.
“Save your argument until he’s done and you’re feeling better,” I told her.
She subsided as Wolverine got to work. I remained where I was. I wasn’t about to leave her side.
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Half an hour later, we were finished, and she’d been given something for the pain.
I wondered how much longer we’d be able to avoid talking about her and Boone being FBI, why they were spying on the club, and who was after her.
As if conjured by magic, there was a loud knock on the door, and then it opened.
There stood Diablo, Scorpion, Butcher, and Boone. I tensed seeing the agent.
“Wolverine, is she able to talk? Are you all done with her?” Diablo asked.
“For now, she’s done. I’ll need to monitor her to ensure she doesn’t develop an infection. And she’ll need to stay on top of her pain. It’s not a serious wound, but it can get infected and still hurts like a bitch,” he replied.
“Mind stepping out for a while? If anything changes, we’ll call you,” Scorpion told Wolverine.
“Sure thing. Later,” he said to us, then headed for the door. When he exited, he pulled it shut behind him. The silence in the room was strained. Boone tried to get past them to the bed, but Butcher threw out his arm.
“Hold it right there. Sit down. It’s time to do some talking. You can see she’s fine, and our medic said she was,” Butcher said gruffly.
“You have no right to keep me from her. She’s my responsibility. I need to speak to her alone,” Boone insisted.
“Why? So you can get your stories straight. Forget it. Either we do it this way, or you’ll be removed and we’ll talk to her alone,” Diablo stated.
“If you touch her, I swear to God, I’ll—”
Scorpion cut off his threat. “You’ll what? Make idle threats. If you’re honest with us and tell the truth, I don’t see why you have a reason to be afraid of us. All we want to know is why you were spying on us, and what the hell was that shootout about?”
“Like I’d believe you,” Boone spat out.
“Rho, stop. Enough. I think they deserve to know what this was about. Don’t you? You agreed that there was no basis for it when you told me to resign. Has something changed that I don’t know about?” Electra’s voice came out fainter than I liked.
“Electra, are you alright? Is the pain too much?” I asked.
“I’m fine, Swerve. Just tired. This shit Wolverine gave me is the good stuff.” She chuckled.
Diablo’s lips twitched. She hiked her eyebrow up at Rhodes Boone. He didn’t respond at first, then sighed and shook his head.
“No, nothing has changed. Let me tell them why you were placed there. You rest.”
Angling himself so he had all four of us and Electra within sight, Boone began. “I’ll tell you, but let me get through the explanation first without interruptions or questions. Will you do that?”
All of us muttered yes. He jumped straight into it.
“We received a disturbing tip about the Horsemen of Wrath MC and one of their businesses, Wrath’s Recovery, almost four months ago.
The allegation was that the club was using that business as a laundering site for illegally obtained money.
We opened a file to see if we could substantiate the claim.
Our techs dug into the taxes and spending accounts of your business.
Our findings showed nothing suspicious. However, we received a second tip, inquiring why we hadn’t taken action to eliminate your illegal activities.
“Since our external efforts were producing nothing to either prove or disprove your guilt, we knew the next step was to get someone on the inside. They would have access to your internal processes, records, and conversations. We had no idea how to accomplish that. We were about to try an unexpected raid, if we could get a judge to sign off on the warrant, when your advertisement for a co-manager was posted. We had our in.”
He paused as he flicked his gaze over at Electra. She was watching him, though her expression was uneasy. Boone continued.
“I knew that Electra was ideally suited for the assignment due to her background. In addition, there was a significant personal reason that made her a better choice than anyone else. I told her what was up at that point, and she agreed. As you know, she interviewed and you hired her.
“However, despite spending just over two months at Wrath’s Recovery, she has discovered nothing incriminating.
Everything points to it being a legitimate organization that helps victims of various types of abuse to escape, recover, and start new lives.
In most cases, this entails receiving a new identity and relocating to a different part of the country or the world.
Electra kept telling me that you were legit, but I told her to stay.