Chapter 11 #3
Someone grabbed me and I dropped my body weight low, hearing them curse as they lost their grip on me. I rolled, getting to my feet and firing my gun, but nothing happened.
“Shit,” I muttered, the Soldier laughing as he lunged at me. I was faster, pulling my knife from my bra and slashing it out in front of me. Blood sprayed as I gutted him, his hands moving to the wound to try and stop it.
Bit hard to when his insides were literally falling out.
His bloodied hands reached for me as he fell, blood getting all over the place and making me wince. Tyler was going to kill me for this mess.
I looked around as a car outside sped off, presumably with Razor and what was left of his men, leaving behind the three that were bleeding on the floor.
“Who needs a man?” I grinned, my face falling when I realized I had to somehow clean the crime scene I’d created. “Wait, still me. God dammit.”
I was on an adrenaline high, my body buzzing as I tried to focus.
“Clean the evidence. Knife,” I muttered, moving to the sink to wash my hands and knife. “Re-load the gun. What if they come back? Oh, bodies. Shit, the cops will be here soon,” I said to myself, looking up as footsteps approached.
Skeeter slowed when he took in the mess I’d made, his eyes scanning me before he moved closer.
“What happened? Are you hurt?” he asked, Diesel and Brick joining us as they paused to look around too.
“I called for help,” I deadpanned, motioning to the bodies with my wet knife, splashing pink water droplets on the counter. “Don’t worry, I had it handled.”
“Clearly,” Brick said under his breath, nudging one of the Soldiers with his boot. “Nice work, Donovan.”
“I shot Razor, but he was still breathing when he left,” I grumbled, not realizing Skeeter had moved around the counter until he took my knife.
“He didn’t touch you?”
“He tried. Where the fuck were you? You never answer in an emergency. I tried both of you,” I said bitterly, glaring at Diesel, who winced.
“Sorry. The drama at the prison took longer than expected. Our girl that got shivved wasn’t the only target in there.
Lexi was attacked after she’d made the call to Hendricks, and so was one of the Devils’ girls.
Bit much of a coincidence to not be Rage,” Skeeter sighed, slipping off his jacket. “Shirt off, wash your arms.”
Brick and Diesel got busy with the bodies, allowing me a moment of privacy to strip the torn shirt off and wash as much blood off my arms and hands as possible.
Skeeter slipped his jacket over me and made sure it was zipped at the front to cover me, hesitating before handing me his keys.
“Can you drive? Honest answer. You focused?” he asked, and I frowned.
“I’m fine, why?”
“I can’t believe I’m doing this,” he grumbled before pulling his phone out to call someone. “Hey. Where are you? You want to start making it up to me? I’m sending Aurora to you. You protect her with your fucking life until I come and get her. She can tell you.”
He hung up without saying goodbye, shaking the water off my knife and handing it back to me.
“Who was that?” I asked when he didn’t say anything.
“Rivera. I want your gun fully loaded and your knife on you at all times. I don’t trust him, but he seems to have a soft spot for you,” he said with annoyance. “He’ll keep you safer than my guys right now, and I need D and Brick to help with this.”
“I can just go home.”
“Josie has people over. You can’t roll up in my car and jacket with blood on your face and pants,” he warned, reminding me how much blood was still on me.
“I don’t want you alone in case Razor sends men after you.
I’ll put the Devils’ warehouse into the GPS.
You drive straight there, understood? If you’re being followed, floor it.
I’ll get a hold of Ty to let him know his party’s canceled. ”
I clutched his keys and nodded, letting him lead me outside to his car so he could put the address in for me, and I couldn’t help the grin that spread across my face as I put my hands on the steering wheel.
“Straight there,” he warned, knowing I wanted to take the car for a spin. I gave it a rev, and he stepped back with a sigh. “Be careful. Don’t crash my car.”
I saluted him and drove off, putting the window down and letting the breeze cool my heated skin. The Corvette was nice, but the McLaren? I needed to make Skeeter let me drive it more often. It was a dream to drive.
I kept my gun on my lap the entire drive, following the directions on the GPS until I reached a road that took me to the middle of nowhere.
Finally, a massive warehouse came into view, and I breathed out a sigh of relief when I pulled in to find Hunter waiting for me, motioning for me to park in the spot beside his bike.
I killed the engine and stepped out, tucking my gun down the back of my pants and locking the car.
“Soldiers,” I said before he could ask, his eyes dropping down my body to inspect the blood that was still on me.
“Do you need medical attention?”
“No. The blood’s not mine,” I chuckled, following him towards the small door beside a massive closed roller door. This place made the Shed look tiny.
“I won’t bore you with all the rules here. Keeping your mouth shut about shit you see is the only one you really need to worry about. Don’t wander off either,” he explained as he held the door open for me to step inside.
Men were fighting in a cage in one corner, the bar was busy with Devils and crew whores, and someone was sitting on the hood of a white Charger that I was pretty sure had been stolen from Riverside two nights ago.
“You didn’t see that,” he said seriously as we walked past it, people glancing at me with mixed expressions on their faces.
“Why do I get the impression I’m not welcome here?” I muttered under my breath, making him snort.
“You’re wearing a Psychos jacket, babe. What do you expect? I’ll give you mine, if you want? I think it would look better on you.”
“No thanks,” I chuckled, recognizing Faris near the bar. He was doing shots with one of the other guys, and I cringed when I noticed a girl kneeling between them, jerking one of their cocks while she sucked the other. “Really? Right out here in the open?”
“I can tell you now that the Psychos do the same thing. Skeet probably just keeps you away from it,” he answered, guiding me past people until we reached some stairs. “Marco’s in the office. Head on up, I’ll be up in a second. You want a drink or something?”
“No. Can I watch the fights?”
“You can see from up there,” he said almost bluntly, telling me he wasn’t budging, so I headed up the stairs to the loft. I opened the door, finding Marco in a chair with his boots on the desk, a joint hanging out of his mouth.
“Should you be smoking that? Aren’t you supposed to be sober?” I asked dryly, his middle finger lifting in my direction.
“Fuck off, Mom.”
“You’re grounded, asshole,” I joked, moving towards him. “Why are you up here?”
“Same reason as you. Hunter said so,” he chuckled, blowing smoke in my face before offering it to me. I took it, having a long drag before passing it back. “You must have been in trouble if Skeet sent you here.”
“Soldiers attacked me. They’re cleaning up the mess,” I smirked, his eyes flashing with amusement as he checked me out.
“Tell Daddy all about it, Princess. I want all the gruesome details.”
He shoved some paperwork into a drawer and patted the desk for me to sit on, so I got comfortable and filled him in, sharing the joint between us.