to carry her toward the club house.
“It’s okay, Avery, everything will be fine, I’ll look you over as soon as we get inside and I will fix it. I will fix this. I promise I can make it better. I promise, okay?” I ramble, scatter-brained. The club door slams open and Niko comes out onto the platform around the door. His eyes grow wide and he scurries down the four stairs with his hands out to grab Avery.
“Give me her,” he says impatiently.
“No fuckin’ way, Niko, get outta my way,” I bark and try to make my way around him.
“You fuck! Give her to me now,” he says with a heavy Russian accent, panicky.
“Back the fuck up, Niko, I ain’t mutha’ fuckin playin’, get outta my way.” I shove into his shoulder as I attempt to walk toward the door again.
“No, you give her, I transport upstairs and you retrieve supplies.” Well, now that actually makes sense to me. I nod begrudgingly and tenderly place her into his arms. She wraps her arms around his neck and gives him a small smile.
It pulls at my heart strings to see her so welcoming and comfortable with him. I know he’s good to her and they have fun, but it doesn’t mean I have to like it. I can’t believe this just happened to her. I knew that pop didn’t sound like no car tire, blowing. I should have just pulled over and checked on her when we got on the old farm road. She was shaking so terribly, I should have realized it was more than her being scared. She looks so weak and disheveled. I can’t stand that look on my fierce woman; she’s normally stubborn and full of life.
I jog in front of Niko and up the stairs. I yank open the club door and hold it wide, so they can get through the door easily. As soon as the door opens, music pours out.
“Hurry up, fucker, so I can get her cleaned up.” I gesture dramatically toward the open doorway.
“Don’t you hurry me, you imbecile. This is your fault. She with me, she does not return shot and wounded,” he says heatedly and I glower at him as he walks into the club.
“Set her on the couch and yell for Prez. I’m going to get the stuff to check her leg out.” I briskly run to the bathroom to get the medical bag. I don’t want her to be uncomfortable. Christ, all a sudden I’ve turned into the fucking club doctor or something. I guess it’s just in my nature to want to take care of people, after taking care of Sadie for so long.
“Brother.” Ares nods and grumbles while he takes a piss. I glance up at him, unaware he was even in here with me. I’m focused strictly on Avery and no one else. I nod back and rush to the closet, ripping all of the supplies I may need off the shelf. Towels, I need towels. Toilet paper rolls and paper towels go flying everywhere onto the floor as I shove stuff out of my way. Ares watches me as if I’ve gone mad. I have gone mad though. Once I get my girl cleaned up and taken care of, that ghostly looking motherfucker is mine. Make my girl bleed—it’s fucking on. I’ll ride out with Nightmare and Exterminator if I have to. I know Nikoli will take care of Avery while I handle business. This is two hits against the club. Brothers won’t stand for it. Avery and Brently may not be members, but Brently is family and Avery is with me now. She may not know it yet, but it will happen, and I need to let Prez know I’m laying claim. If anything so I get retribution for this shit today. She never deserved this shit happening to her. Ares watches my frantic pace and finally sees the blood on my shirt when I turn toward him.
“Shit, man, who’s hurt? What happened?” He watches me, full of surprise and concern.
“I was followed at the store by a Snake and Avery was shot on the way home. I’ll explain it all to you guys later. I need to get to her.” He nods quickly and I turn toward the bathroom counter, laying the supplies on the large surface.
“Yeah, brother, of course, go to her.” I wash my hands really well in the bathroom sink then snatch up
“It’s okay, Avery, everything will be fine, I’ll look you over as soon as we get inside and I will fix it. I will fix this. I promise I can make it better. I promise, okay?” I ramble, scatter-brained. The club door slams open and Niko comes out onto the platform around the door. His eyes grow wide and he scurries down the four stairs with his hands out to grab Avery.
“Give me her,” he says impatiently.
“No fuckin’ way, Niko, get outta my way,” I bark and try to make my way around him.
“You fuck! Give her to me now,” he says with a heavy Russian accent, panicky.
“Back the fuck up, Niko, I ain’t mutha’ fuckin playin’, get outta my way.” I shove into his shoulder as I attempt to walk toward the door again.
“No, you give her, I transport upstairs and you retrieve supplies.” Well, now that actually makes sense to me. I nod begrudgingly and tenderly place her into his arms. She wraps her arms around his neck and gives him a small smile.
It pulls at my heart strings to see her so welcoming and comfortable with him. I know he’s good to her and they have fun, but it doesn’t mean I have to like it. I can’t believe this just happened to her. I knew that pop didn’t sound like no car tire, blowing. I should have just pulled over and checked on her when we got on the old farm road. She was shaking so terribly, I should have realized it was more than her being scared. She looks so weak and disheveled. I can’t stand that look on my fierce woman; she’s normally stubborn and full of life.
I jog in front of Niko and up the stairs. I yank open the club door and hold it wide, so they can get through the door easily. As soon as the door opens, music pours out.
“Hurry up, fucker, so I can get her cleaned up.” I gesture dramatically toward the open doorway.
“Don’t you hurry me, you imbecile. This is your fault. She with me, she does not return shot and wounded,” he says heatedly and I glower at him as he walks into the club.
“Set her on the couch and yell for Prez. I’m going to get the stuff to check her leg out.” I briskly run to the bathroom to get the medical bag. I don’t want her to be uncomfortable. Christ, all a sudden I’ve turned into the fucking club doctor or something. I guess it’s just in my nature to want to take care of people, after taking care of Sadie for so long.
“Brother.” Ares nods and grumbles while he takes a piss. I glance up at him, unaware he was even in here with me. I’m focused strictly on Avery and no one else. I nod back and rush to the closet, ripping all of the supplies I may need off the shelf. Towels, I need towels. Toilet paper rolls and paper towels go flying everywhere onto the floor as I shove stuff out of my way. Ares watches me as if I’ve gone mad. I have gone mad though. Once I get my girl cleaned up and taken care of, that ghostly looking motherfucker is mine. Make my girl bleed—it’s fucking on. I’ll ride out with Nightmare and Exterminator if I have to. I know Nikoli will take care of Avery while I handle business. This is two hits against the club. Brothers won’t stand for it. Avery and Brently may not be members, but Brently is family and Avery is with me now. She may not know it yet, but it will happen, and I need to let Prez know I’m laying claim. If anything so I get retribution for this shit today. She never deserved this shit happening to her. Ares watches my frantic pace and finally sees the blood on my shirt when I turn toward him.
“Shit, man, who’s hurt? What happened?” He watches me, full of surprise and concern.
“I was followed at the store by a Snake and Avery was shot on the way home. I’ll explain it all to you guys later. I need to get to her.” He nods quickly and I turn toward the bathroom counter, laying the supplies on the large surface.
“Yeah, brother, of course, go to her.” I wash my hands really well in the bathroom sink then snatch up
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