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Melody
I heard sirens inthe distance as Train guided me toward the front door of the house. I buried myface against his shoulder, trying to block out the sight of carnage.
“Get her back tothe barn. You don’t need to be here for this. But go quick,” Doom said.“Dalton’s on his way, he’ll coordinate with local PD.”
“Dalton’s FBI,baby,” Train explained.
“I want to gohome,” I said.
“Safer at thebarn,” I countered.
“Doc can lookyou over, sweetheart. You’ll have privacy,” Doom said.
“Can you ride?”I asked.
“I don’t know,”I admitted. “But I can hold on.”
Train didn’thave an extra helmet, so he gave me his, even against my protests, but mysafety always came first. Once I was safely behind him, we headed back to thesafety of the compound, and I didn’t begin to fully relax until we pulledthrough the giant gates that guarded the property.
Train parked hisbike and I suddenly found myself surrounded by my sisters, practically pulledoff the bike and into their loving arms as we made our way inside.
“I’m okay,” Isaid.
“Doc needs tolook at that cut on your lip,” Lyric said, calling out, “Doc?”
“Back here,” heresponded.
“I’m fine,” Iargued.
Train slid hishand to the small of my back. “Doc’s gonna check you over, Wart. No arguments.”
I faced him. “Ijust need to lie down.”
“And you will,”he promised. “As soon as I know you’re okay. Physically.” He leaned down andwhispered, “I’m gonna take care of the emotional stuff the second he’s done.”
I nodded,leaning against him. “Okay.”
We made our wayto the makeshift clinic at the back of the clubhouse, and Doc checked me over.The cut on my lip required two stitches, but it was a quick fix, and he wasgood with a needle, so I was able to escape to one of the rooms upstairs lessthan an hour after arriving at the barn.
Once I wasfinally alone with Train, I took a quick shower, careful not to get my facewet, then curled up with him in bed, the events of the night finally hittingme.
“They killedPuddin’,” I whispered, settling my head on his chest.
He gave me asqueeze. “Yeah.”
“He didn’t OD.”
“No.” Trainstroked my back.
“I wish you’d shotMama in the face.”
“She’s gonna getwhat’s comin’ to her, Wart. You don’t need to worry on that front.”
I met his eyes.“Justice justice, or biker justice?”
“Do you care?”
