Molly huffs, but I see she’s grinning as she’s looking out the window. I think she forgot her reflection is clear to us.
“Officers at the ready!” Whack shouts as he runs out of the rec room and into the front compound.
We all run outside behind him and are shocked to see Drifter clinging on the back of his hog while a man we don’t recognize is on the front.
I grab Drifter as he starts to slide. “What the fuck has gone on?” I shout.
The man climbs off the bike, and his back is covered in blood. “They fucking shot him. He was only sitting on his bike waiting for me to pack my gear when they drove past and shot him. I gothim here as fast as I could, but the fuckers blew out my tires, so my truck was useless.”
I’ve no idea where Molly came from but she shouts for us to follow her, and we rush Drifter into the kitchen where Molly has us lay him on the table.
“Keep everyone out, except three of you. I can’t work with everyone hovering around. Do you have that doctor you can call?” Molly is stripping off Drifters' upper clothing to see what we are dealing with. Although we know he’s been shot. There is a lot of blood and the fact he is unconscious isn’t a good sign.
“Yeah,” Cannon states. “I’ve already called Jamie and she’s on her way.”
Grabbing a clean towel, Molly presses it on the wound. “Someone hold that down and put pressure on.” I step forward and do as she is asking. Boiling water and getting clean cloths and towels ready, Molly then grabs something she rinses her hands with. “Let me look, cause your Doc is taking a long time.”
Molly sticks her fingers into the hole and feels around. Makes my stomach a little queasy, and it has Drifter groaning and moving a little.
Whack asks. “Molly, do you need anything?”
“Do you have anything to stitch him up with? Anything medical for things like this?”
“We do. I’ll get them.” Cannon rushes out the door, and we all could smack ourselves for not thinking of getting them right away.
When Cannon comes back, he places the gear on the side, but Molly snaps at him. “Wash your hands, rinse in that solution Iused, then get me the needle and thread done. As soon as I get the bullet out I need to stitch him as he’s losing a lot of blood.”
Cannon looks shocked, Whack smirks, and I keep quiet and have a stoney face. I don’t want to be snapped at or anything else. We watch as Cannon does her bidding.
Molly digs around in the hole in Drifter's shoulder, then drops the bullet on a clean side plate that is nearby. Cleaning up the wound has Drifter hissing and his eyes flickering. He’s coming around at last. Molly pats Drifter's other shoulder. “I’m sorry Drifter, but I’m not very good at sewing, but I’ll try to keep it neat so the ladies don’t laugh at you.”
Molly only gets three stitches done when Jamie rushes into the kitchen, washes up and speaks with Molly. Jamie finishes the stitching and nods at Molly. “You did a great job. How did you know how to stitch bullet wounds?”
“I wanted to be a doctor at one time. But you know how it is, life happens, and I made nurse instead. I’m happy with being a nurse most of the time.” Molly gives Jamie a smile, and it’s returned brightly, but I can see the wheels turning in Jamie’s mind.
I follow Molly to the sink where she cleans up. “Thanks, Molly, you did a great job and stopped Drifter from losing more blood.”
“No problem. He should be okay, and I’m sure Jamie will give him antibiotics and monitor him.”
“Yeah, she will.” Before I can say more Molly checks what is happening and states loud and clear. “Well, if you want feeding tonight you best get his ass off the table, and all vacate the kitchen.”
We get Drifter to his room where Jamie makes sure everything is good for him, gives us instructions on how to look after him. Which, of course, has us all rolling our eyes. We do that to Jamie all the time, as it’s our way of winding her up.
Sitting in the rec room at the bar, I’m drinking a beer and thinking we are going to have to do something drastic about the Cobras. They are becoming more than a serious threat. Kidnapping me, and shooting Drifter, it's definitely war and church has been called for first thing in the morning. It’s a call for all brothers. No excuses will be accepted. They turn up, or they lose their cut.
My mind is wandering about what we’ll do when shouting grabs everyone’s attention. We are all here now as it’s nearly time to eat. I jump to my feet and rush to the kitchen door, thinking what the fuck is going on now.
Opening the door, I duck when a plate flies my way. Floss is shouting and screaming at Molly who is trying I can tell to stay calm. But when Floss calls Molly a two-bit whore, I can see the switch. Molly picks up a skillet and swings for Floss. Sadly, Floss isn’t that fast, and the skillet hits the side of her shoulder, right before Molly swings again and smacks her on the temple. Floss goes down and has a nice cut on her forehead. She’s out for the count. Well, I hope she’s not dead!
Whack, Cannon and Griller step into the kitchen. “What the fuck is going on?” Whack bellows.
“You need to keep the whores out of my kitchen. This is what they are going to get if they come in here mouthing off at me. I’m sick of it, and I’m going to be outta here fast if this keeps up.” Molly picks up a pan. I smirk when Whack, Cannon and Griller step out of the kitchen mighty fast.
“Fuckin’ hell, she’s a firecracker.” Griller states, and I can see he’s interested. He is our enforcer, after all, and we’ve always said he needs a woman with fire in her blood. Not sure why his showing interest curdles my gut, but I don’t like it at all.
The club women grab Floss and between them carry her out. She’s got a nice egg on her forehead and a tiny cut. It’s not worth a stitch, but I bet they butterfly stitch it to make a big deal out of it.
Looking over the rec room, I’m pleased to see Andy has his friend Thorn settled already, and they are talking fast between them. I reckon they’ll both be fine given a few weeks.
