Page 101 of Bleed Me

Peering over his shoulder and around the pole, Dick sneered, “At least he did one thing right.”

Giver was my man, so I said, “Don’t be a dick, Dick.”

Not lifting my head, I could see Torque tossing clips and ammo to surrounding bikers, including who he thought was holding me. “Giver!”

Even though he had a gun in his grasp, Dick caught it and tucked the weapon in his front jean pocket. “Another one.”

Torque’s eyes snapped to his, then he grunted, “Hey, Dick,” tossing him another.

Dick’s mannerisms and voice were harsher than Giver’s. For those who knew both, it wasn’t always difficult to determine the difference.

Dick lifted a chin to Torque. “Need a cage. She’s hospital-bound.”

With a curt nod, Torque said, “Vice helped initiate lockdown and is now with Meatball, bringing a car around, but she’ll need cover to drive out. The enemy won’t fall for the same trick twice.”

Dick growled, “Get me another gun and you won’t have to worry about that.”

Diesel came sliding in on his ass to avoid flying bullets. “Now this is a motherfucking party.”

Lynx came in right behind him. “Where’s her cage?”

On foot, Vice suddenly came running around a corner of the house. “Heads up!” Behind him, Meatball was bouncing in the driver’s seat of a sedan as he drove through the grass. “He’s comin’ in hot!” Stranded bikers took advantage of the cover and dashed behind my ride, following it to us.

“Cover me!” demanded Dick as he rushed me to the back seat. Vice was already there with the door open. Dick laid me down, his bloody hand cupping my face. “Kiss me.”

“No.”

“What if I get him killed?”

“You fucking asshole!” I smashed my mouth to his, not brave enough to not touch those lips for the last time if he were to perish trying to save me.

For the two seconds we had, Dick devoured my mouth like a savage finally winning his prized victim. “That’s my girl.”

My dizzy head fell back to the seat. “I’m not your girl.”

“So you keep saying.” Backing out of the car, he smacked my ass. “Be safe, darlin’.”

Emotions finally catching up to me, I whispered, “I love you, Giver.”

At that very moment, Dick spoke the kindest words I would ever hear him speak. “He knows. I swear it.”

Then the brief kindness was gone…

Dick slammed the car door and banged on the roof. “Let me clear the way, you ignorant minions! Get her killed and I’ll murder you all!”

From the driver’s seat, Meatball grumbled in Meat-chill fashion, “Jesus H. Christ. That fucker is crazy. Who talks to a bunch of pissed off, gun in hands bikers like that?”

Wincing, I held my side. “If you see him go down, don’t tell me. I have to fight to live for my babies. But, without their daddy—” Oh, God, see us through. “Meat, promise me!”

“Captain, that bastard is too stubborn to leave you.” The car jerked forward. “Hold on!”

Lying in the back seat, I could see the upper part of my home out the passenger window. Sliding across the seat and into the door behind my head, I knew we were flying around the side of the house.

“Holy. Shit,” uttered Meat.

I had told him not to tell me if he saw anything, but I couldn’t go to the hospital knowing any of my brothers or Giver needed Doc’s care more than me, so I demanded my injured body sit up slightly so I could see.

“Oh. My. God.”