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“I’m the one bringing him to meet with your boss,” I bluff. I nod back into the car, daring that he won’t take a peak. “It’s hush-hush.”
My hands are gripping the steering wheel so hard I can feel my knuckles creaking. Tank notices, eyeing me more closely, noting the blood, the gore on my arms and clothes. I probably look like a freaking psychopath.
Without lowering his gun, he nods to his partner, jerking his head for the other guy to take a look. I wait for the side door to open, then the immediate, “Oh, shit! Eraser’s fucked up bad…”
“He needs help. Now.” I’m not holding back anymore. “Call it in. Or shoot me when I ram this gate. Your call, big guy.”
Tank huffs once at my demand, stepping back to mutter something into the handheld radio. After a hiss and a scratch of a voice, he nods once, signaling for the gate to open. “Go straight in. Main road goes to the clubhouse. No detours.”
Like I would try to go anywhere but where I can get help for Gavin.
Still, I’m in.
If I weren’t already so shaken up, I might find the ability to be surprised. It takes every bit of tattered concentration to keep driving, stay on the road that leads back into the woods. By the time I see lights up ahead, my field of vision is narrowing to a pinpoint.
I barely notice the bikes parked outside, the insignia painted on the side of the building. I slam the shifter into park and stumble out of the van, ignoring the quivering in my legs. The sliding door puts up a fight, but I get it open.
“G–Gavin.” I clutch his face, rubbing his cheeks. He’s still breathing. “Hey! Gimme a hand!”
I shout toward the clubhouse, the huge, five-bay garage. Two of the doors are rolled up, light spilling into the blue-gray of dawn and outlining a couple of bikers leaning against the building.
They startle up, looking off balance.
“The fuck?” one of them slurs, coming down to see what the commotion is, drawing up short when he sees who I’m trying to wake up.
“Take him inside. Now!” I order them, gambling that they’re too drunk to ask questions.
It works, and they give each other a look before shuffling around me to ease Gavin out of the van. “Easy!”
Even drunk, both men are sure-footed and strong as hell.
I follow them inside, clearing the first surface I can find, a big wooden table. Every bottle and cup goes straight off into the big trashcan or on the floor.
Once Gav is laid, out I stop, looking around, unsure of what to do next. And I notice what this place is. It's a fucking Bike Club, like straight up Sons of Whatever.
And the few lucid gazes in the place are glaring at me like I’m intruding. Because I am.
An older black man storms toward me, buzz cut, neat, graying beard trimmed to a point at his chin. He looks like he’s in his sixties but also looks like he could bench press the van out front.
“Who are you?” It's not really aggressive. It's just an order. Every eye flips to him. “I asked you a question little girl. I won’t ask again.”
Several bikers bristle, hands going to their sides.
“It doesn’t matter who I am. What matters is that.” I point back at Gavin. “He needs a doctor. Now.”
The recognition in the leader’s eyes is followed by a spark of anger. “Why the fuck would you bring him here?”
“He told me to. And it’s not like I could take him to a hospital!” My voice tightens, shooting up to a shrill yell. I’m losing it.
“Dammit. The whole point of hiring a cleaner…” His voice trails off, thinking.
I turn back toward Gavin, checking his pulse, the dressing on his wounds.
“Hey, I’m not done with you!”
“Well, I’m done with you if you won’t help. He’s bottoming out!” I scream it at him, completely out of my mind. Gavin’s dying and there’s nothing I can do.
“Great! Just what I wanted. A dead body at my compound.”
