The Biker's Sparrow

Chapter Two

*******Sparrow******

"Hey, Sparrow!" Avery smiled as she set a bagel in front of me.

"Hey, Avery," I tried to smile but my yawn didn't seem to let me.

"Busy night?" She sighed as she sipped on her tea, ever since she had Delilah she didn't drink coffee.

"Yea," I rubbed my tired eyes. "I had three heart attacks, one stroke, and three drunk kids who drove off the side of the road. What is wrong with people today?"

"I don't know," Avery shrugged. "When you heading home?"

"Two more hours," I hit my head on the table and groaned. "It's gonna be hell."

"I'm sorry," she patted my arm, grabbing the bagel she knew I wasn't going to eat. It wasn't like I hated my job, in fact I absolutely loved it. Not only did I save lives but I couldn't even begin to describe the adrenaline rush that came with it. It was better then anything I've smoked before, which I don't as much anymore because they test us here, but in high school I used to.

"I gotta get back," I hugged my friend and walked through the ER to the dock. "Hey, Mattie, any calls yet?"

"Nope," he yawned as he cracked his neck, sipping on the Red Bull in his hand. "Donahue and McCleary took the last one."

"Why they put those two together is beyond me." Both of those men are stupid, I really don't know how they passed anything.

"They aren't that bad," Mattie rolled his eyes, a smirk on his lips.

"They thought I was visiting a patient." I scowled and Mattie laughed his ass off.

"Okay, that was shitty." He smiled at me, "So, what's up with that guy?"

"You'll have to be more specific, Mattie." I asked as we sat on the steps of the bus.

"The one who came to see you yesterday." He kicked my foot down and put his where mine was. "Sniper... I think that's what you called him."

"Oh," I shook my head. "Nothing up with him. He was an old friend."

"You guys aren't friends anymore?" He asked as he tilted his head at me.

"Yes... No," I sighed not sure what to say. "I honestly have no clue. It's complicated."

"I'm sure it is," Mattie rolled his eyes. "Just do me a favor and try not to take it out on me next time."

"I gave you one glare, you big baby." I rolled my eyes and he clutched his chest in mock hurt.

"And that eye roll caused extreme emotional distress." I laughed as a call came through, giving us another person to go save.

*******

It was almost noon when I walked into my small house, flopping on to my couch, and wrapping myself in the blanket on the side. I was beyond tired, I needed to take a nap before I headed over to babysit for Harper and Pierce. A knock sounded from my front door and I groaned, throwing the blanket off my body as I stood to my feet. "Fuck me," I groaned as I ran a hand through my hair and opened the door. "Papa? What are you doing here?"

"I need to talk to you, Row." My father pushed past me, not bothered by the fact that I hadn't invited him in. I closed the door and felt like a little kid again as he analyzed my small, one story house. "Your step-mother would hate living here." My home wasn't very... Homy, you could say. It wasn't decorated or messy, besides my one couch and a few articles of clothes you wouldn't guess someone lives here. I barely sleep in my bed and when I do it's not for very long. Most of my clothes are still in my huge suitcase at the foot of my bed.

"I'm hardly home," I sighed, walking past him and into my small kitchen. I liked my house, I didn't see the need to do anything with it now and I liked how simple my house looked, it was the exact opposite of my childhood home. "What do you need, papa? I just got off shift and I'm tired." I poured myself a cup of water, taking a sip and trying to wash away the soreness in my throat.

"What are you doing with Daniel Collins?" I choked on my water, coughing as my father just stared at me with the same disapproving look he gave when I told him I was moving out here.

"Excuse me?" I blinked and he threw a manilla envelope on my marble counter.

"Daniel 'Sniper' Collins, nomad and hired gun for The Hellhounds MC." I stared at the manilla envelope, anger and worry washing through me. "He was a hell of a soldier... Until his convoy blew up. He was stuck in Iraq for five days of non stop torture. He's messed up in the head, Sparrow. So, what are you doing with Daniel Collins?"

"Papa..." I ran a hand through my hair before pulling it up and off my neck. It made me sick thinking of all the evil things that happened to him over there. I had seen the scars on his body, and every time it made my stomach roll. "Sniper is a friend of a friend." The lie made me feel sick, I hated lying to my father but I felt the need to protect Sniper although he didn't deserve my kindness.

"Well dump those friends." My father demanded, his spine straightening.

"No," I rolled my eyes. "You can't keep telling me what to do. I can decide who I am friends with and who I'm not."

"Sparrow, now is not the time to be defiant." He scolded, "I'm trying to protect you. Read the file, you'll see for yourself that Mr. Collins is not a good man to be associated with."

"The same could be said about Kyle." I retorted, folding my arms over my chest.

"Do not bring your brother into this." There was a warning in my father's tone, a warning I hadn't gotten since I was little and tried stealing from the pantry. "I have to go." He walked towards the door, a frown on his aging face. "I'm serious, sweetie. Please, read the file. I know we have our differences but I'm still your father and I want to protect you. So, read the file." He left and I let out a tired sigh. I took the envelope and put it in the drawer in my nightstand, not wanting to read it but still too curious to throw it away. I laid on my bed, closing my eyes and realizing that it was too late. Sniper had somehow made his way into my heart and no file was going to change that.

*******Sniper

I kicked the dirt as I leaned against my bike, Slasher and Cody standing with me. "You think he's gonna show?"

"That bastard better," Slasher grunted as he looked at his phone again. "He better not have waisted the time I could have with my girls."

"You're with them like everyday, Slasher." Cody rolled his eyes, he was Sergeant In Arms now that Hog stepped down.

"You just don't understand." Slasher shook his head, "Once you have an Old Lady and a kid then you will." Cody's spine stiffened and I knew who he was thinking about. It wasn't fair of Slasher to not let Cody be with Nova, they both deserved to be happy and they made each other happy.

"Hey," I cleared my throat as headlights of a Ford pick up blinded us. "I thought Frank was coming on his bike?" Before anyone could reply gun fire echoed throughout the black night, a searing pain shooting down my arm from my shoulder. "Fuck," I growled as I pulled my gun out and fired back, hitting a tail light. Cody and Slasher shot back too, the sound of metal on metal becoming the only thing you could hear. The bastards drove away, swerving slightly as a bullet seemed to have hit the driver. "We gotta go."

"Sniper!" I looked over and Slasher stood over Cody who was groaning, blood pooling from his abdomen.

"Fuck," without even thinking I ran over and helped Slash place pressure on the wound while pulling out my phone. It rang a few times before she picked up.

"What do you want, Sniper?" Sparrow's sleep coated voice made my heart rate calm down, the ability to think clearly returning.

"Sparrow," I grunted, finding it hard to hold my phone up with the bullet in my arm. "I need you."