If you want a Bad Boy

Chapter 20

Brantley's POV:

I was so goddamn mad, I could chew nails and piss glass. The paramedic was trying to get me to sit still, but it wasn't working. He managed to cut off my tshirt, leaving me bare chested with a knife in my shoulder. I couldn't feel it. I was too amped up. It didn't hit anything important, because I had full range of motion. I'd been in enough backwoods bar fights to know. Not to mention what I do for a living. Roz was freaking out. I could hear her, but I couldn't see her. One of the Sherriff's deputies was with her, trying to get her statement. I could hear her sobbing hysterically, terrified, and calling out for me. Finally getting fed up, I shoved the kid trying to patch me up aside and took off to find my woman. When I found her, she was huddled into herself, rocking back and forth where she sat. Snake was there standing guard. I nodded at him. He may be President of the Flying Aces, but I was President of the Sons of Perdition, the mother chapter. The Aces were a smaller, sister chapter of our club. So I nodded at him appreciatively. "Ma'am settle down, or I'll have the paramedics sedate you." The deputy said. "Move." I growled. He tried to stop me. As angry as I was, it wasn't the smartest thing for him to do. I grabbed him by the shirt, and lifted him clean off the ground until we were eye level. "I said move." I growled. He nodded quickly. "Y-yes sir!" He croaked out. I set him down and walked to Roz, I sat and pulled her into my lap, and she snuggled into my chest immediately. Her sobs quieted. "Are you ok?" She asked me, "they wouldn't let me see you. I didn't know what was going on." She sniffled. "I'm fine baby, just a flesh wound. Think you can calm down enough to stitch me up darlin?" I motioned to my shoulder. I kept my voice low and steady, trying to keep her calm. The deputy went to protest. I held up a hand to stop them. "Not a word son. This has gone on too long. Yall dropped the ball. We asked you for help, you didn't take it seriously. So my people handled it. Roz here is an RN, she's more qualified than your medics, so unless you're saying "yes sir.", don't open your goddamn mouth. Understood?" I rumbled. "Yes sir." The guy nodded and stepped back. "Smart man." I said. Roz stood and walked around me, I stayed seated on the ambulance bumper. The hysterics were gone, now she was getting angry. Lord help us all. "Are you crazy?! Why would you run after him?! Podría haber matado Papi! Que culo terco!! You hear me?! He could've killed you!!" She hissed at me. She braced a hand on my good shoulder, and I knew the next part was gonna be bad. She grabbed the hilt of the knife and pulled it straight out, much rougher than I would've cared for. I growled at her. The cop looked like he was gonna faint. Snake looked amused. Asshole. I stood and grabbed her, setting her on the ground. I yanked her into me for a kiss that had her settling quickly. Thank God. "I'm sorry. My only thought was not letting that son of a bitch near you baby." I told her honestly. She sighed and hugged me tight. "I can't lose you, Brantley. I can't." She sniffled, finally calming down enough to be rational. "Darlin you won't lose me. I promise." I assured her. "Woman that's one tough son of a bitch right there, it takes a hell of a lot more than that little blade in your hand to hurt him." Snake added. She nodded and handed the weapon off to the cop. As she cleaned my stab wound and checked it out, I lit a cigarette, calmly smoking and joking around with snake. "Umm sir..." The cop asked hesitantly. "Yeah kid?" I asked him. "How.. How do you do that?" He asked. I rasped an eyebrow. "Do what?" "Well.. Your girlfriend was crying, and scared. So you physically moved me out of the way, calmed her down, then sat there calmly when she yanked a knife out of your shoulder and yelled at you. When she yanked it out, I thought I was gonna barf. Now you're sitting here calmly, smoking and joking around." He groaned. I laughed. "Son I've been through worse than a knife in the shoulder. This ain't shit, and yeah, she yanked it out. But she was just flustered. Had her feathers all ruffled, didn't ya baby?" I said, patting Roz's behind as I turned. She kissed the top of my head, then started stitching me up. Once she was done, she cleaned up my front, then told me to turn around so she could get the blood off my back. When I did, the cop gasped. "You're a Son?" He asked, slightly in awe. Snake chuckled. "He's not a Son. He's THE Son. Boy, that's Boss." He said. The cops eyes went wide. "Brantley 'Boss' Gilbert.... Holy crap!" He gushed. I cringed. I knew that bright eyed look, I was about to get a thousand questions. That was the last thing I wanted. I wanted to take my woman home, hold her, love her, and wipe out every bad memory this ever gave her. I turned to Roz then, tugging her into my arms where I knew she'd be safe. I figured we'd drive to the first hotel I could find, rent a suite, and leave this night in the rear view mirror. I'd call someone in the morning to come clean up the house and fix any damage. "I love you Papi." She sighed and cuddled into my chest. "I love you too sweet girl." I kissed her temple and watched as one by one the ambulances and cop cars drove away. Snake wheeled out my motorcycle from the garage, and dropped my keys in my hand before he left. I looked at Roz then, "Let's ride girl..."