3. Dig for Life
CHAPTER 3
DIG FOR LIFE
Leo
"Oh god! Help!" A woman screams out as she hobbles away from the area of the explosion. A large cut on her calf is bleeding down her leg.
"Report!" I roar out. I see some of my brothers but not all of them. With over fifteen members plus the three prospects, we're a decent-sized club.
One by one, everyone calls out their road name and stands where I can see them. All but four of them.
"Spike!" I yell for my Vice President. When he doesn't answer, I start pushing my way through the crowd. "Virus!" I call for another patched member that I haven't seen.
"I have Virus! He's here." Lash, my enforcer, calls out. "He needs Doc."
Fuck, there are injuries.
I nod my head and go on calling for my brothers that are missing. "Creek!"
"I'm here!"
I spot him walking through the hole with someone draped over his shoulder in a fireman's carry. He's a bit bloody, but I don't have time to think about it right now. He's breathing. That's all that matters.
The clubhouse is clearing out quickly besides the guests that are hurt, everyone is running away. Rage pools in my gut as I realize, along with guests getting out, the fucker who did this is on his way out as well.
"Saint!" I call out for my chaplain, but I don't hear from him either. I try to look over the people running, but I can barely see in front of my face. "Rumble, Lash, Tella, Creek. Clear them out. Everyone. Now! Top priority." I bark my order before I start pushing the stragglers near me towards the door. We need to lock the clubhouse down. There is a threat, and we need to regroup before we take care of it. My brothers herd the hysterical guests to the doors, and the prospects make sure that there is no one hiding out in any of the rooms or common areas.
Within ten minutes, everyone that's not supposed to be here is gone except the people who can't leave on their own.
I'm going to need the fucking ambulance to come.
"Leo! We got a fucking problem." Rumble calls out, and my eyes dart over to him as he runs to where I am.
"No shit, we have a problem! What the fuck happened? You told me you had everything under control. How did someone blow up my goddamn club?" I scream in his face, I let down my guard for one damn second, and everything goes to shit.
"Leo, you think I let something like this happen? I'm just as pissed as you are." He gets back in my face, anger, and tension radiating off his body. Most people would be scared, but not me. Rumble is a big man, built like a fucking linebacker, with dark hair and enough strength in one punch to make someone rethink every decision they've ever made that put them in his path. Yet, he knows that it will be the last moment of his life if he puts a hand on me. I never have to worry about any of my brothers going against me. When they pledge to be part of the Chrome Creed, they vow to stay loyal to me. No matter what.
I pinch the bridge of my nose, take a deep breath and take a step back. There's no use reaming him out right now, not when there are injured people here.
"Yeah, I know, Fuck." I look over Rumble's shoulder at Cross, Fish, and Shake pushing and pulling at the debris on the ground. "What's going on."
"We got some people trapped." He rubs the back of his neck.
My heart clenches, "What the fuck! Why didn't you say that shit in the first place?" I push by him, and everyone else in the clubhouse comes to help as well.
"Get this shit off me! Fuck!" I hear someone screaming from under the rubble. It's Spike.
I don't know how he's still alive under there, but I can hear him cursing us out.
"Lift on three!" I order. "One, two, three!" All of us heave up, and Spike pulls himself out of the small concrete coffin he's in.
It looks like the entire back patio area is under debris, "Do you know how many people were out here with you?" I help him up, and he shakes the dust out of his hair.
"Four or five," Spike says.
I send Shake to call the police. Even with Doc trying to patch everyone up, there are still too many injured civilians here for him to take care of. I'm going to willingly open my doors to the jakes.
We get most of the debris cleared just as I can hear the loud ambulance sirens stopping at the front of the clubhouse.
"Dammit, there's one more," Rumble calls out. He starts picking up large slabs of concrete, and we all rush to help him.
I watch in complete shock as each piece we lift reveals a small woman's frame—a familiar one.
"No, oh God no." My skin prickles with anxiety, and my heart feels like it's about to explode through my chest.
The boys lift the final large piece of concrete off the woman, and I see a mop of honey brown hair. Blood and dirt highlight the strands.
"Fuck! Doc! Get here now! Doc!" Panic rushes through my body as I drop down and pick her up gently. "Come on, please!" I wipe the blood away from her head, but more floods the area. "Open your eyes!" I scream down at her.
This shit can't be happening again.
I feel Doc running up behind me as I cradle the small woman to my chest.
"Oh shit." He whispers as he drops to where I am and sees who I'm holding. No one says a word besides me.
I told her ass to go. She shouldn't fucking be here. She can't be hurt like this.
"Nisa, come back to me."