Chapter 6
SIX
JULIE
Sitting at one of the longest tables I’ve ever sat at, I’m watching food being passed around.
The table is only half full of what I’m thinking is the entire club, all men and a couple of the scantily clothed women.
I’m sitting between Sparkle and Psycho, who asked me to sit next to him.
Right after Psycho asked, Incubus shocked me to no end when he told me to park it right next to him.
Well, since I already was sitting between Sparkle and the VP, Incubus stomped to the other side of the table and shoved Nickel out of the way to sit right across from me.
Psycho bumped my side, saying loudly that I might have a new friend since Incubus seems to want to keep me to himself.
Everyone, including the man in question, starts cackling, laughing, or just chuckling.
I notice immediately each and every one of these guys has on those vests, no, what did Blue Eyes call it…
yeah, a kutte. It gives their nickname—or whatever that’s called—and what their position is in the club.
Well, except Rocket, Nickel, and Dreamer, theirs just say Prospect, no name or anything else.
On the back, lower down on the patch, it says Indiana Chapter and that’s it.
Guess they don’t get all the fancy patches and stuff ’til they get in, who knows?
Looking around, my curiosity is killing me.
The guys with T-shirts on have tattoos with the same logo that is on the back of their kutte, though each is unique unto itself.
Some are black and white while others are vibrant colors.
Another thing that comes to mind is, they are not what I thought they would be from the television shows I’ve watched or in the books I’ve read.
Yeah, I don’t need anyone to tell me they are all badass, even the prospects.
Anyone with eyes can see that. But if you take a moment to watch and listen, they all have a heart.
Not sure why they want to hide it, but deep down there is a camaraderie between them.
I can hear each and every one asking about their president.
Incubus tells them all that he’s resting and will be fine.
Someone named Shorty is watching over him, according to Psycho.
I have no idea if Shorty is a man or a woman, but the thought of some female sitting or worse lying next to him for some huge reason bothers me and that concerns me.
Listening to the different conversations, I catch on that some of these men have families, ol’ ladies—which I’m assuming is like a girlfriend—and a few have kids, though not sure if it’s like a family unit or they knocked someone up.
A huge plate filled with pork chops, chicken, and what looks to be sausage appears before my eyes.
Holy shit, that’s a lot of food. When I go to grab it, Psycho tells me he’ll hold it for me while I take some meat.
The prospects start cackling as Rocket loudly shouts out, “That’s what he said,” and the three prospects start laughing hysterically.
I look up to see Incubus giving Rocket the stink eye.
The prospect ignores it, though I can see a tinge of fear in his eyes as Incubus stares him down.
Psycho tells Incubus to chill which, surprisingly, has the club enforcer nodding and looking down at his plate.
I grab a pork chop, putting it on my plate when Psycho tells me to try the chicken too.
I haven’t eaten like this in a long time, so I indulge.
After getting some mashed potatoes, corn, biscuits, and salad, I cut up my meat.
As I go to put a piece in my mouth, I hear a voice I wasn’t sure I’d ever hear again.
“Holy fuck, Cobalt wasn’t lying. Juju, is that you? Let me go, asshole, that’s my baby sister over there. No, I’m not gonna run. Please let me go, Hurricane.”
The guy hanging on to my brother’s arm is beyond huge.
He has to stand at least six foot six inches or more, as my brother looks like a little kid standing next to him, and Jimmy is just under six feet.
His auburn hair, which is super long, is lying down his back in a loose braid, a piece of leather holding the bottom.
He has a face, I swear, could be in commercials; it’s so chiseled.
I mean, Blue Eyes is gorgeous, but this guy literally takes my breath away.
When his eyes look my way, I’m stunned to see one is golden brown while the other is emerald green.
He must see the way I’m drooling over him because when he smiles, and those two dimples show up, I’m a goner.
Hearing Sparkle giggling next to me, I look her way to see her watching the interaction.
It dawns on me it got really quiet, so I glance around to see everyone watching me.
Oh great, they all saw me drooling over their brother.
Hearing a throat clearing, I look across the table to see Incubus smirking like a demented idiot.
I raise my eyebrow and his smirk gets bigger.
“Oh, Cobalt ain’t gonna like hearing you were drooling over lil’ Hurricane over there. Our prez will not be happy, that’s for sure. Julie, don’t play poker ’cause, woman, you don’t have a poker face at all.”
Hearing feet moving quickly, I turn just in time to see Jimmy coming my way.
I shift so I can stand up while Psycho pulls my chair out.
Smiling at him, I wait with open arms for my big brother when I noticed he’s beaten to shit.
Before I can ask what the hell happened, I’m in his arms being crushed to him.
My breath gasps out but I don’t care; he’s here and alive. That’s all that matters for the moment.
“Thank Christ, I asked Cobalt and Incubus to make sure you were okay. Julie, you all right? Did anything happen before the guys got to you? Did Salvatore send some goombahs to grab you and bring you to him? I tried when they nabbed me, saying you didn’t know or see a thing, but he didn’t believe me.
Wait, how did you end up at the Kings of Anarchy clubhouse?
I mean, never did I think Cobalt would bring you into the wolves’ den. ”
My brother tentatively glances at Incubus, who literally shows his teeth. What the fuck is wrong with that dude? I think to myself. When Jimmy lets me go, I hear a grunt, which has me looking at my brother closely. He’s leaning to one side and his face has paled, covered in sweat.
“Jimmy, who the hell beat you up? Have you been checked out yet? Blue Eyes said he’d have his medic give you a once-over, did he?”
When my brother puts his head down and I hear Incubus growl, “Stash,” it hits me who beat him up. I jerk my way to looking at Incubus, who looks right back at me. Not sure why I ask, but being me, I just have to. With all the snark I can muster up, I snap at him.
“You demonic bastard from hell, did you beat the shit out of my brother? Don’t grin at me like I’m a stupid bitch because that’s one thing I’m not. So if it’s even possible, tell me the truth.”
Watching Incubus, I hear Jimmy right beside me telling me to shut my mouth.
I turn to look at him, and he’s so white it’s like he has no blood.
When I look down, I see a huge blood stain on the right back side of his T-shirt.
That’s right before he leans into me, his eyes rolling to the back of his head.
“Jimmy, nooooo. Someone, help him please. I promise to keep out of your business. Please help my brother. I can’t lose him too.”
Feeling strong arms wrapping around me, I look up to see Dreamer, who’s moving me out of the way, as Hurricane with a huge black doctor’s bag runs to my brother’s side.
Psycho already ripped my brother’s T-shirt off with his bare hands, as Nickel brings a bunch of what looks like towels.
As big as Hurricane is, I can’t believe how gentle he is.
Just like a doctor or paramedic, he starts going through my brother’s stats with Psycho and Nickel assisting him.
When the big guy cusses, I know something isn’t right.
“Hurricane, what’s wrong? Is he going to be okay? Can you fix it?”
He looks up at me and the look in his eyes sends my blood pressure to another level as he doesn’t answer me.
The room vibe changes as everyone is up and moving.
The table is cleared as Rocket throws a white sheet across it.
My brother is carefully lifted onto the table and I see one of the other guys rolling in a machine, followed by another guy with another machine.
So much is going on I can’t keep track of everyone, so when I see Incubus coming out of the kitchen area wiping his hands on a towel, I lose my shit, unfortunately.
“No, demon from hell, you aren’t touching my brother. You’ve done enough damage, don’t you think? If not for you he wouldn’t be in this position. Hey, I’m talking to you, asshole. Get away from my brother.”
He doesn’t say a word, just starts moving things on the table as the other brothers seem to be getting Jimmy ready for…
Oh my God, are they planning on doing surgery on my big brother?
This place isn’t close to being sterile.
And how do I even know if any of them have medical training?
Just when I get ready to let loose, I hear a coarse voice behind me by the hallway.
Turning, I see Blue Eyes leaning against the wall, the brother with almost white hair behind him.
I can tell he’s still in pain, but this is serious.
“Cobalt, I don’t want Dead Man Walking touching my brother. He’s the reason he’s hurt in the first place. How do I know that he even knows what he’s doing? If anyone has to cut my brother, let Hurricane do it.”