My Dirty Sinner

Chapter 11: My Permission

☆Soul☆

For fuck sake! Just what I need. With a curse, I hook her legs over my arm so I'm carryin' her bridal style, and turn toward the bar, shoutin' at Ambush who's at the doors with some D.S.W sucking his dick.

I ain't explained this yet, but we have nicknames that represent us, some we already have, some we give to others, or we just stick with our names. 

I order Ambush to zip up and grab the girl's shit she dropped, and bring it into the clubhouse to hand over to Katy-ann. Then pushin' through the doors with my back, I call over my shoulder.

"Call Doc, NOW! I'm takin' 'er ta the kitchen. Call Blaze too. Ambush 'as 'er shit!" I see Katy-ann scramble to grab the phone, as I bang open the kitchen door and knock everythin' off the table to lay her down on it.

Good thing it's only sinners in the bar at the minute, not that anyone would dare say shit. I lift her top to take a look and…

Holy fuckin' shit!

Her body is littered with cuts and bruisin'. I pull the soaked in blood towel away from her side, to see that the wound is deep. It explains why blood is still pourin' outta her. And it looks like a clean-cut, so I'd say a knife.

Her breathin' is laboured and her pulse is weakenin'. She's lost a fuck load of blood. I don't know how she was still on her feet! I've seen smaller wounds and the guy or gal passed out unmovin' for days.

"DOOOOOC!" I shout. It's freakin' me the fuck out how much this is botherin' me.

Needin' to see if there are any other wounds, I carefully remove the hooded sweatshirt and lift the vest to just under her breasts. I turn her over slightly as Doc comes barrelin' into the room.

"I'm here!... Now, what- Holy fuckin' shit, Soul! What the actual fuck? Who did this?" I don't take my eyes off her body, and she seems to have shards of glass everywhere. Some look quite deep, others not.

"This is the girl Gus asked me ta keep an eye on. She bumped into me, and then passed out after a panic attack. The piece of fuckin' shit that did this to 'er, was on the cell tellin' 'er he was gonna find and kill 'er! I think 'er name is Lou." Thinkin' about that piece a shit is makin' me furious. How dare he lay his fuckin' hands on her!

And why does that name really not suit her?

"Ok, I'll see what I can do. This is fuckin' bad though, Soul!" He looks at the stab wound first and she doesn't stir or nothin'.

"You can go, I got this. Blaze is out front waiting on ya." He dismisses me. I want to go, I really don't need this shit. But summink is stoppin' me. I've never had this strong a reaction to anyone before. I would have put her on the table and left her to Doc, if not for this fuckin' stupid reaction I'm havin'.

"You might need some 'elp. I'll stay put." I say nonchalantly.

"I don't, I got this, go-"

"I'm not fuckin' goin' anywhere. So get on with it already!" I snap.

"Suit yourself, Boss! Didn't realise ya gave a shit 'bout some random whore." I wanna punch him for that, but I sit with my arms crossed and watch as first, he cleans and stitches the stab wound, then he pulls piece after piece of glass from all over her body. Once he's done, he turns to me.

"I need ya ta take this ta, WiFi. He should be in my lab. I need ta know 'er blood type pronto. She needs a transfusion before all this work is for nothin' 'n' she dies on us." He commands. I snatch the towel he hands to me and make my way to his lab.

Seein' Blaze, I tell him I'll send one of our brothers with the cage, as I left the keys with Doc, and that I'll speak to him in a bit. Then I rush in the door of the lab, and WiFi is sittin' at his laptop.