Everything is happening really quick, shouts, orders, and moving the motherfuckers.
It’s fucking crazy.
Irunover to the cage to help move the motherfuckers.
“Fuck, Rage, you’re bleeding,” I say, looking at the blood-soaking his shirt.
Rage looks at his dark gray thermal shirt, grimacing.
“Motherfucker shot me, but I didn’t feel it,” Rage growls.
“Let me see,” Medic says, running over. He pulls up the shirt, looks at the wound.
“The shot went through, and it looks like you only need some sutures. I’ll get to you after I take care of the stomach wound,” Medic says, releasing the shirt.
“Indeed,” Rage growls, walking over to the bar.
I follow him to get a beer but to try to heal him somewhat.
“Get me a bottle of whiskey,” Rage roars at Spook, the prospect leaning against the bar countertop.
He’s furrowing his forehead, inhaling deeply that means he’s hurting.
“Beer,” I say, sliding onto the stool, casually waving my hand over his stomach area to heal it somewhat.
“Baby,” Wynter runs to me, as fucking fast as she can, holding her tummy.
“Hey, you should be sleeping,” I say, looking at her face.
She looks pale and tired.
“Oh my God! Don’t fucking do that because you know that I know what this is! Are you okay,” Wynter snarls, looking all over my body?
Fuck!
It’s sweet and all, but really?
Okay, she doesn’t know that I can’t die.
I’ll give this to her.
“I’m good, Baby,” I say, pulling her onto my lap. She moves to settle in, wrapping her arm around my neck.
I take the beer from Spook, taking a long pull.
Damn, this is going to be a fucking long night.
“Baby, after I drink my beer, I’m going to take you to our room. I want you to sleep; you need to rest. I’m going to be busy,” I say, running my hand up and down her back.
“Fuckingtastic! You’re trying to hide this shit, but it’s fucking not happening,” Wynter huffs, shaking her head.
“The motherfuckers are in the Vault,” Death yells, walking over to us. He stares at Wynter, rolling his eyes curling his upper lip.
Death and Mayhem are the MC’s Enforcers, and they’re in charge of taking the motherfuckers into the Vault.
Rage and Vicious are the Sergeant At Arms that will help with the interrogation.
“Wynter, what the fuck! Get your ass in the room,” Death growls, furrowing his forehead.
