We search the warehouse for any girls. We do find some guns and weed. Of fuckincourse we take it.
“Let’s light it up,” Diablo growls, looking around the warehouse.
We run back to the cage, get in, and take off. The warehouse explodes, lighting up the night.
We get back to the clubhouse, and I get out of the cage. Fiend helps me into the clubhouse. We walk into the secured area to the medical section.
Our Brother Slash is waiting for me. He’s the MC’s doctor and was trained by good Uncle Sam. My sister Pixie helps Slash as his nurse, and she will be graduating from Chico soon.
“Killer.”
I hear Slash’s voice, filtering into my foggy mind.
“Killer, hey, Brother. Do you hear me,” Slash asks.
I push my eyelids open and look at Slash and my sister Pixie. I blink several times to clear my mind.
“Fuck, I feel weak,” I groan, closing my eyelids.
“Killer, you’re weak because you lost lots of blood,” Slash says. “I extracted the bullet, cleaned the wound, and closed it with a few stitches. The bullet was deeply lodged in your muscle. You’re lucky that you came back in time. The bullet did nick an artery. Thank fuck it was small, but enough to make you slowly bleed out.
Pixie is monitoring the blood transfusion, and I rest my head back on the pillow.
Fuck!
“Right,” I say, closing my eyes.
I’m exhausted and only want to sleep.
Three
Karla
“Karla, where do you think that you’re going?” Dad yells, standing in the hallway, glaring at me.
“I’m going to the mall,” I say, standing tall.
I refuse to show Dad how much he terrifies me. He killed my sweet mother when I was five, and he thinks that I don’t remember.
But I do.
I hate him.
Dad looks at his gold watch and presses his lips tight.
“I’m going with my friend Autumn,” I say, praying that he doesn’t fucking lock me up.
“I want you back at six for dinner,” Dad says, pointing his index finger.
“Dad, please let me stay out until eight. Autumn invited me to dinner,” I say, clenching my toes inside my boots.
“I would rather you attend dinner since we have important guests,” Dad says, waving his hand.
“Dad, let her have dinner with her friend,” Mario says, walking up to him.
Thank god that Mario tries to protect me.
“Molina, both brothers will be here soon,” Dad says, staring at me.
