The Biker's Sparrow

Chapter Three

******Sparrow

I pulled up into an open dirt field and felt myself heart fall. Cody was laying on the ground, Slasher's shirt clogging the hole in his lower abdomen. Sniper had tore his, it wrapped around his bicep to stop it from bleeding. I jumped out, bringing my kit with me. "When did he pass out?" I asked hurriedly as I checked Cody's pulse, it was slower than it should've been but I was just relieved he had one.

"Few minutes before you got here." Slasher gulped, blood on his hands as I replaced them with mine.

"Slash, get the tweezers and gauze. I'm gonna need the thread and needle too." I looked up and Sniper's eyes were closed, he had lost a lot of blood. "Sniper!" I shrieked and he jumped, his eyes glazed over. "You can not close your eyes."

"I called Pierce." Slasher handed me the alcohol container and I washed Cody's wound before using the lighter that Slasher had given me to heat the metal on the tweezers. "He's sending someone to get the bikes."

"I need to get the bullet out but I'm afraid it may have hit organs." I wiped my forehead. "He needs a hospital. I'm calling a bus." I whipped out my phone, panic filling my veins as I saw Sniper closing his eyes again. "Daniel Collins you open your damn eyes!" His head snapped up, his hazy eyes meeting mine. "Yea, this is Sparrow Williams, I need a bus immediately."

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The sun was just peaking over the horizon, the orange and red painting the sky. I paced in the hallway, yawning as Avery and Harper walked over to where I was. "Is he..?" Avery couldn't finish as Slasher scooped her up in his strong arms. Pierce held Harper around her middle, thinking as we waited for the doc to come out with news of Cody and Sniper. Cody was stable but needed to stay for a few nights, the police had shown up by the time we all got the news and interviewed Slasher. Sniper had lost a lot of blood but other than that he was going to be fine. I slipped past the boys in blue and gently shut the door behind me as I entered Sniper's room. He was pulling his white, v-neck over his head, hiding the colorful art that was tattooed on his chest and the scars that marred his skin.

"Hey, Birdy," he grunted as he pulled his arm through.

"What are you doing?" I asked as he tried to stand, wobbling slightly. "You've lost a lot of blood, Sniper. You're not going to feel well for a while."

"I'll be fine, handled worse in Iraq." He gave a shrug and I clenched my fists.

"You could've died," I whispered, his eyes snapping to mine. "You were shot. You were bleeding out and almost unconscious when I got to you. So, you don't get a say. You're gonna sit your stubborn ass back in that bed and stay there until the doctor tells you otherwise. Am I understood?" I spoke calmly, despite the anger, fear, and frustration that was building up inside me.

"Sparrow," Sniper stood, hiding the pain that shot through his arm.

"No," I placed my hand on his chest, trying to push him away. His chest was cold against my warm palm, and I felt myself shake slightly.

"I'm alive, Birdy." He whispered, swiping the tear that rolled down my cheek.

"Yea," I gulped. "But you almost weren't." There was a knock at the door and I stepped back, my father walking in. He looked at my puffy and red face, scrunching his nose in distaste.

"Mr. Collins, I have a few questions for you." My father sliced his eyes to Sniper.

"Of course," Sniper gave a smile, one that was beyond fake.

"Just do what the doctor says." I pulled open the door, walking away from both of the men currently causing problems in my life.

********Sniper

"Leave my daughter alone," Agent Williams deadpanned as his eyes met mine and the hospital door shut.

"Excuse me?" I sat on the bed, listening to what Sparrow had told me.

"You heard me," Williams crossed his arms over his chest. "My daughter does not need to be wrapped up in any club. She doesn't need a murderous, wash up, broken soldier in her life. She deserves better than anything you could give her. She deserves more than you." He grunted and a part of me agreed with him, Sparrow deserves someone more than what I was. But the other part, the one where I wanted to have her, wanted me to punch Williams in the face.

"Last time I checked, Sparrow was a grown woman." I had to stand, anger numbing the pain in my shoulder. "She chose to take the call. Chose to come see me. That's her choice, I haven't and won't force her to do anything she wouldn't want to do. Sparrow is a grown woman who makes her own choices. And there isn't anything you or I can do about that."

"You could avoid her," he was growing angry, his eyes changed color like Sparrow's when he got angry.

"I can't and won't," I shrugged, causing pain to shoot through my arm but I ignored it. "Even if I tried," and I did once. Two years ago, I left despite Pierce's offer to patch me into the club. I left because of Sparrow, I left because I was too tempted and knew I was no good. Yet, here I am fighting with her father who was saying the same thing I was saying two years ago. "Now, as for my statement, Cody, Slasher, and I were out for some star gazing when a van came at us and started shooting."

"You sure that's the end of it?" There was a double meaning to his question.

"Absolutely." I smiled and he grunted, a scowl covering his face.

"Well you're story matches your friends," he shook his head. "Have a nice day, Mr. Collins."

"You as well, Agent Williams."