“And who the fuck are you?”He points at me.“I wanna know before I put a bullet between your eyes.”
“I’m a doctor, caring for her.I can prove it.Look in my purse.”
“A doctor.Handy, got someone bleeding out over there, thanks to you.”He nods at a chair that holds the biker I shot in the guts.He is pasty and there’s a pool of blood on the floor at his feet.
“I can fix him up.Patch up that wound.”I lift my hands.“Untie me and I’ll get to it.”I downturn my mouth.“Dude’s not looking so hot.No time to lose.”
He grimaces and then nods at his buddy who pulls a knife from his belt.
But before he moves toward me, there’s a low rumble.It gets louder.Faster.Until it’s unmistakably the sound of bike engines.
“Thank fuck,” I mutter.
Eye Patch Guy rushes to the window.“Fucking Sons of Sin are here.I thought they’d pissed off for the day.”
“I guess they’ve got pussy here.”The guy with the knife snarls my way then pulls a gun.
I look at Consuela.She’s trembling and as white as a sheet of paper.
“They’ve come back for us,” I whisper.“Stay strong.”
There are four Hyenas in the room, all carrying, all snarling.Their hackles are clearly raised.I nod at the kitchen area.If they all start shooting, the breakfast bar Reaper fucked me on might give us some protection.
Eye Patch Guy is shouting orders to his men.They are huddled at the windows.One is by the door.An air of menace surrounds them.They are on the hunt for blood, ready for the kill.
Consuela and I slip unnoticed to the kitchen area.We duck into a corner and huddle together.I feel naked without the gun but I find a steak knife and cut the ties at our wrists.
There is a bang on the door, like knuckles rapping, but before anything else happens it’s smashed open, flying off one hinge.
Consuela shakes and tries to make herself smaller.
All I see is Reaper.Deadly.Handsome.Furious.A killing machine.
“You’re on our fucking turf,” he yells as he points his gun at Eye Patch Guy.“Now you pay the price.”
“I don’t think so.You have something of ours.”
Reaper steps in, flanked by three more bikers.I recognize Tank and Ghost but not a third.I risk a look out the window and see at least ten more bikers all ready for action.
When I turn back around, a Hyena is in front of me.He grabs me and slams me to his revolting body.The sickening glint of a blade flashes before my eyes and I feel its sharp coolness on my neck.
I freeze.Reaper freezes too.His top lip curls into a snarl.“Let her go.”
“Ah, so she’syourpussy,” Eye Patch Guy says.“Gonna miss her, are you?When we slit her throat.”
“You fucking hurt her.”His voice is tight, choked.He doesn’t take his attention from me.“I swear your shriveled nuts will be hanging from my handlebars for the next ten years.”
Another biker has Consuela in a tight grip but thankfully no knife at her carotid.
Tank lets out a growl and steps toward her.
“Keep the fuck back.”Eye Patch Guy aims his gun at Reaper.“We’ve got one of ours to deal with.She fucked up.Only herself to blame.”
My heart stutters.It’s a sickening sight.So much hate and so much damage about to be played out that will only end one way.
“Reaper,” I gasp, clutching the thick hairy arm of my captor.“Please, let them take me, not her.She’s a child.”
“No one is going anywhere with these assholes.”A biker behind Reaper raises his gun and neatly shoots the guy holding Consuela between the eyes.He drops down dead.
