Page 19 of Crusher

Okay, so being shot and losing control of your bike hurts like shit. Who knew, huh?

Tray instantly comes up behind me and helps me stand, making me groan at the pain, just as I hear Blaze panic, “Pres, we were fucking hit, Crusher’s been shot and knocked off his bike!”

“I’m fine,” I croak as Tray puts my asphalt arm over his shoulder, and Blaze snaps, “You most likely have a bullet in your arm, your bike is fucked, and your left side is wrecked!” before he says, “We’re five minutes out of town, we need a clean-up crew and fucking quick,” just as Trick revs his bike and stops beside us.

He went off five minutes ago to make sure the coast was clear of feds and Chargers, we just didn’t realize the fuckers were behind us.

“Shit, talk about déjà vu,” Trick snaps, “Why in the fuck did you confront them without back up? We’re close to the fucking clubhouse!”

I shrug then groan, “At least I’m not needing emergency surgery,” and Trick glares at me as he gently grabs my arm, then curses.

“The bullet is still inside,” he snaps, and I hum, feeling fucking drained.

“Well, dig it out then,” I croak, and he growls louder, and Tray helps me towards the club's van full of gear before helping me inside just as my dad roars down the road, and I roll my eyes.

Fuck’s sake.

“What the fuck happened?!” he demands as he stops near the van, “I got an SOS from Cage but no details,” but his eyes widen seeing my state, and I salute him as Tray shuts the door, and he shouts, “He was fucking shot?!”

Oh, so now he suddenly cares about me.

“Drive,” I command with a choke, and Lewis nods before putting the van in gear, I close my eyes, and my girl’s dark green ones hit me, and the urge to pick at my bullet wound slowly consumes me, making me want pain where she isn’t reason.

***

Lewis pulls through the club's gates ten minutes later, and he murmurs, “What the fuck is the Chief doing here in his cruiser?” and I look to see Kodi’s dad standing next to his car, handcuffs in hand and a very pissed off Cage and Kodi next to him.

Their eyes come our way as we stop near them and I slowly get out of the van, grunting at the pain, and Kodi’s eyes widen seeing the state of me, causing her to rush over and put my arm over her shoulder.

I give her a slight grimace as Cage curses, “Fuck’s sake, you look worse than Blaze said you did!”

I grunt a non-verbal answer as my mother gasps from the door and goes to run over to me, but pauses when I look at the Chief and confirm, “Let me guess, Roxy?”

His jaw ticks as he shakes his head, then reads me my fucking rights, and all I can think about is how I won’t get any conjugal visits.

Damn, that’s a sad thought, though to be fair, the last bitch I fucked was Roxy eight years ago, so…

“Hayes Smith, I’m arresting you on suspicion of assault and causing bodily harm,” he grunts, his anger coming off in spades.

“Damn, I won’t get any conjugal visits,” I grunt, and the Chief growls, “I’m not actually going to take you to the station, idiot, I’m doing it for show before I can then arrest that bitch who we know is watching right now for making false claims. I don’t want to risk her running. I’ve seen the footage of her throwing herself at you, and I think you fucking controlled yourself.”

I hum then ask with a smirk, “I thought you hated the club?”

“Shut up,” he groans, and I add, “I think Knuckles screwing your daughter and marrying her, has mellowed you a little, Chief. What happened to the badass who kept trying to raid our properties, huh?” I pout, “I’m actually a little disappointed.”

Okay, so I think blood loss may have made me a little loopy.

The Chief glares at me as Kodi chokes on her own spit next to me, while Cage snaps, “How fucking hard did you hit your head? Are you trying to get locked up?”

“Maybe,” I say, and Cage scowls at me, making me chuckle as the Chief gently takes me from his daughter, then shoves me into the back of his cruiser. I laugh despite the pain before he gets in front, puts his lights on, then reverses out just as my dad skids into the parking lot of the club.

“What the fuck? Why is he in the back of the cruiser and not in the medical room?” I hear him shout, and I lay my head back and close my eyes.

“You’re self-destructing, son,” Chief says, and I hum and admit, “I know…”

He sighs as he goes towards my house, clearly Cage telling him to take me there, and he mutters, “I’ll get the bullet out and bandage you up, but son, you can’t keep going on like this.”

“I just need my wife,” I whisper, and I feel him look at me, but not say anything.