Page 100 of Bleed Me

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

Church Eyes

There are complicated men… Then there is Giver, a man in a whole different category—one only he has the right to stand in. He is beautiful, he is courageous, he is faithful… He is torture, he is terror, he is a nightmare… And, he is all mine.

Watching him run toward me was like witnessing two souls masterfully blend and blur into the storm I craved and desired; Giver and Dick—my true drug of choice. His long dark blond hair blew in the wind he created like the bone-deep wild stallion he was. Those deep-set green eyes were like the laser triggers of the devil deciding where to land his madness.

Even with blood seeping from my body, I smiled.

I knew every enemy present… was fucked.

Chaos exploded all around me as pain seared my flesh, but I wasn’t scared. He was almost to me. I’ll stay standing until you touch me.

Lynx roared orders, “Women and children! Lockdown now!” while bikers, brothers, Stallions, Ryders, and men ran, ducked, and protected.

As my legs threatened to give, I repeated the silent promise my eyes were telling my husband: I’ll stay standing until you touch me.

Giver’s eyes locked onto something or someone behind me. Either way, I knew it was a threat by the instant hatred in the magnificent green abyss he effortlessly captured me in daily.

His hand lifted his weapon of choice into the air and pointed to his target. I didn’t move in the slightest. I had endless trust in this man and all he was. His love and aim were like no other. I’d witnessed much with my club, but nothing compared to the uncanny caged creature that lurked inside Giver’s spirit.

The bullet shot past my face with perfected precision.

The beautiful smell of a discharged weapon hadn’t even reached me before his body slammed into mine, his powerful arm racing around my waist. My knees gave as he tightened his one-arm embrace and lifted my boots from the ground. Cutting through all the noise of firing guns, his deep voice was like an angel of death singing in my ear. “Hey, darlin’.”

My body, surrendering to his control, knowing it was now safe, went limp. “Hey, Dick.”

He spun us around so I was out of the line of raining bullets. “You miss me?”

The double-edged question he always asked me.

Due to the pain his flash movement inflicted, I rested my weakening arms around his neck. “Yeah. I missed ya.”

He grunted as a bullet hit his right shoulder. “That’s my girl.”

“I’m not your girl, Dick.”

He huddled over me and waited. “So you keep saying, but we both know the truth. Ain’t that right, darlin’?” He didn’t give me a chance to answer. Or maybe we simply didn’t have time to spare. “What fucking mess has he got you in now?”

I heard Lynx yell, “Go!”

My head fell to Dick’s uninjured shoulder as he started to run. Facing into his strong neck, I smiled faintly. “Oh, you know that romantic bastard. He was giving me a sunset wedding.”

“What a pussy.” He put his back to a pillar by the house, then studied bikers limping and running for cover. “At least he redeemed himself by making it a Blood Wedding.” As Giver would, Dick leaned his head to mine. “How many did you take?”

Giver saw me get shot. Not Dick. “Two. Shoulder and waist.”

“The waist I’m squeezing?” he teased, not willing to let me go because we were in deep shit.

“That’s the one, babe.”

“Sorry, darlin’—” His body seized. “Where are my kids?”

Giver had helped tuck them in their cribs in our room and even told Saph to sleep in our bed, claiming we’d crawl in with her later, yet here I was answering, “In our room—”

Torque came running out the back door, his arms full of ammo. “Lockdown done! On our own!”

What he meant was the bunker wouldn’t be opening back up until certain words were called below by a Stallion Officer. Not even a full out fire above the basement would put them in danger. All scenarios had been considered and prepared for.