my supplies and make my way back to Avery. It’s not sterile, but it’s better than nothing. I know that nasty fucking couch will be the most unsanitary out of everything. There’s no tellin’ who’s fucked and what not on it. Ares follows and when I see her, she’s lying pale and unmoving. She looks ghastly and weak. Nikoli, Prez, Cain, Twist and Nightmare all surround the couch watching her, waiting for me. I’m sure they are wondering what the fuck a chick is doing on our couch, bleeding, with a pissed off Russian standing guard next to her. I kneel down and place all of my items on the table and turn to Avery to cut a hole in her pants and get to her wound.
“2? Explain, brother,” Prez booms. He’s standing, gazing at me sternly, waiting for me to say the word. Fuck, he’s pissed, I’m sure he has a good idea of what went down and just wants confirmation so he can handle it like he’s been wanting to.
“I will, Prez. Let me cut this first.” I keep all of my focus on the shredded material from the bullet. I pull out my large, red handled knife and slice a hole in her pants. I rip the rest of the material from under her leg and push the bottom portion of her pants leg down. I start dumping rubbing alcohol on her leg and patting it lightly, so I can see what’s going on and just how serious this is. If it’s bad I’ll call the real doctor myself, straight away. I’m done fucking around and I will make sure this time she’s properly taken care of.
“They were followed, Prez. Fuckin’ Snake. Guess he shot Avery,” Ares grumbles next to me to the guys. Prez turns bright red and looks like his head may pop off.
“Whaaaat!” he yells loudly, pissed off. “You fuckin’ kiddin’ me right now with this?” he says and looks at me. I shake my head, shooting him a somber look.
“Naw, Prez. I’m not fuckin’ ‘round,” I say and recant the events from the store up until we pulled into the parking lot and I discovered Avery was shot.
“She need the doc?” he asks and gestures toward Avery.
“No, it’s actually not bad. It hit toward the outside of her leg, straight through. I’m gonna clean it real good then sew it up.” I glance back at Avery and see her watching me silently. She’s not even crying anymore, she just looks exhausted. “I’m so sorry, Shorty.”
“I know.” She turns her face toward the back leather cushion and closes her eyes. I fucked up bad this time. I never should have had her in that situation in the first place.
“Will someone get her some Jack?,” I look around at the brothers. Ares straightens up.
“Yeah, brother, no problem.” He walks behind the bar and grabs her a fresh bottle of Jack Daniels. Good. After she takes a sip, I need to drink about half of that shit. He hands me the bottle and I nod in appreciation.
“This fuckin’ shit has to stop. I want each one of those fuckin’ Snakes. I want them to fuckin’ hurt. They come rollin’ up, fuckin’ with people in my club? Not fuckin’ happinin’. I want this handled ASAP, no more pussy-footin’ around, Ares,” Prez orders and cracks his knuckles. Twist looks crazed and his skin radiates anger. He nods profusely at Prez.
“I wanna go, Prez,” he snickers. “I have something good for ‘em.” He smiles wolfishly. Prez affirms, nodding at him.
“Yes, I will send a few of our roughest to clean house. Fuckin’ chop the heads off all those fuckin’ slimy bastards. Enough with this topic! This gets discussed in Church.” I turn back to Avery. She pours the shot into her mouth and swallows a big gulp. Normally I’d give her major props for that shit, but right now is not the time to tease her and give her grief. I pat her wound again and glance up at her.
“You ready, free bird? I stalled to give you a little time for that Jack to play its part. I know it’s gonna hurt, but it’ll be over swiftly.”
“Yes, just get it over with please. I can’t stand to see my own blood, that’s
“2? Explain, brother,” Prez booms. He’s standing, gazing at me sternly, waiting for me to say the word. Fuck, he’s pissed, I’m sure he has a good idea of what went down and just wants confirmation so he can handle it like he’s been wanting to.
“I will, Prez. Let me cut this first.” I keep all of my focus on the shredded material from the bullet. I pull out my large, red handled knife and slice a hole in her pants. I rip the rest of the material from under her leg and push the bottom portion of her pants leg down. I start dumping rubbing alcohol on her leg and patting it lightly, so I can see what’s going on and just how serious this is. If it’s bad I’ll call the real doctor myself, straight away. I’m done fucking around and I will make sure this time she’s properly taken care of.
“They were followed, Prez. Fuckin’ Snake. Guess he shot Avery,” Ares grumbles next to me to the guys. Prez turns bright red and looks like his head may pop off.
“Whaaaat!” he yells loudly, pissed off. “You fuckin’ kiddin’ me right now with this?” he says and looks at me. I shake my head, shooting him a somber look.
“Naw, Prez. I’m not fuckin’ ‘round,” I say and recant the events from the store up until we pulled into the parking lot and I discovered Avery was shot.
“She need the doc?” he asks and gestures toward Avery.
“No, it’s actually not bad. It hit toward the outside of her leg, straight through. I’m gonna clean it real good then sew it up.” I glance back at Avery and see her watching me silently. She’s not even crying anymore, she just looks exhausted. “I’m so sorry, Shorty.”
“I know.” She turns her face toward the back leather cushion and closes her eyes. I fucked up bad this time. I never should have had her in that situation in the first place.
“Will someone get her some Jack?,” I look around at the brothers. Ares straightens up.
“Yeah, brother, no problem.” He walks behind the bar and grabs her a fresh bottle of Jack Daniels. Good. After she takes a sip, I need to drink about half of that shit. He hands me the bottle and I nod in appreciation.
“This fuckin’ shit has to stop. I want each one of those fuckin’ Snakes. I want them to fuckin’ hurt. They come rollin’ up, fuckin’ with people in my club? Not fuckin’ happinin’. I want this handled ASAP, no more pussy-footin’ around, Ares,” Prez orders and cracks his knuckles. Twist looks crazed and his skin radiates anger. He nods profusely at Prez.
“I wanna go, Prez,” he snickers. “I have something good for ‘em.” He smiles wolfishly. Prez affirms, nodding at him.
“Yes, I will send a few of our roughest to clean house. Fuckin’ chop the heads off all those fuckin’ slimy bastards. Enough with this topic! This gets discussed in Church.” I turn back to Avery. She pours the shot into her mouth and swallows a big gulp. Normally I’d give her major props for that shit, but right now is not the time to tease her and give her grief. I pat her wound again and glance up at her.
“You ready, free bird? I stalled to give you a little time for that Jack to play its part. I know it’s gonna hurt, but it’ll be over swiftly.”
“Yes, just get it over with please. I can’t stand to see my own blood, that’s
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