I waited at the bar while Cordelia and Doc worked on her, I don't even know her name and yet I care about her. What the fuck is wrong with me? It was sex, fucking awesome sex, but it was only sex and yet I care what happens to Scar.
"Who's the girl?" Killer says coming over to me
"Cordelia treated her in the clinic last month, when she showed up Cordelia wasn't here so when she passed out I took her to Doc." I reply
"I don't like this, some girl we don't know, obviously has some one after her, in our clubhouse. What do you know about her?" Killer asks
"Nothing." I say looking down at my beer
"Nothing? Not even her name?" He says agitation clear in his voice
"No, she told me her name was Scar, but that obviously is as much her name as Knuckles is mine." I reply
"Get Circuit on her, he must be able to find something. All the shit we've dealt with I don't want a whole new shit storm blowing our way." Killer says before getting off his stool and heading to his office.
I head into the infirmary to check on Scar and find Doc stitching her eyebrow
"She's gonna be out for a while, she's fucking lucky you found her or she'd be dead now." He says looking up from her. I nod and head back to the bar
"You care about that girl don't you?" Indigo says placing a beer in front of me
"I just don't want to see her dead." I reply
"Yeah sure, that's all it is." She smirks
"Yes that's all it is, I fucked her once, just like all the club whores, I use them for sex and nothing else." I reply smirking
"Yes and when Cherry crashed her car a few months ago I'm sure it was you who carried her into the hospital." Indigo replies
"Oh please we all know you fucked with her brakes." I reply
"Well just because she fucked Bullet before he was mine doesn't mean she can look at him now he is mine." Indigo says shrugging before walking away. She's spent too much time with Cordelia, the old ladies of this club are fucking crazy and probably more dangerous than the men, though I would never tell them that.
I hear crashing come from the infirmary and run in to find Doc standing back, hands up, with Scar holding a scalpel against his throat
"You" Scar says looking towards me "where the fuck am I?"
"You're in my clubs infirmary, that is Doc, he's the reason you're still breathing." I reply.
"What the fuck happened?" She questions
"You passed out on the track so I carried you in here. You nearly fucking died if it wasn't for Doc." I say pointing to her hostage
"Huh, then I guess I should be thanking you." She says lowering the scalpel
"No problem." Doc says stepping away from her
"Where's my bike?" She asks walking over to me barefoot in nothing but a hospital gown
"It's in the garage, get dressed and I'll take you through." I say as she takes off her gown in front of me and searches for her clothes.
"What? Nothing you haven't seen before." She shrugs still looking for her clothes, Doc hands them to her and she puts on her underwear, bra and her jeans but then examines her shirt, which is caked in her blood and ripped, she tosses it in the trash before grabbing her leather jacket and zipping it up over her bra.
"You really should rest for a while, you punctured your lung, not to mention the other injuries." Doc says behind her
"Yeah sure, let me get comfortable in a strange place with men I don't know, who took my gun and my knife." She says picking up her boots
"Chill the fuck out Scar, I put them in your saddlebag, come on." I say as she follows me out to the garage. Bullet is working on a car over the far side of the garage as I guide her to her motorcycle
"I can fix that for you." Bullet says looking up from the engine of the car
"No thanks, been working on bikes since I could sit up." She replies before kneeling down beside her bike, I notice her flinch in pain, but she's too stubborn for me to try talking her into resting.
"Can I borrow some tools?" She asks looking to Bullet, he nods and she removes her leather jacket, pulls a shirt from her saddlebag and slips it on, before heading over to Bullets tools and begins working on the motorcycle.
"There we go baby, good as new." She says patting the seat of her bike before standing up and putting the tools back exactly where she found them.
"Ok, lemme pay Doc and I'll be out of your hair. Thanks for the help Knuckles." She smiles, pulls a stack of cash from her saddlebag and heads back to the infirmary
"No, no I'm good. Cordelia takes payment but I don't. Just stay safe and come see me again if you need help." Doc says pushing the money back towards her, she sighs and hesitates before nodding and heading back to the garage
"You my office. Now." Killer roars at Scar
"Who the fuck is this?" Scar says pointing to Killer with her thumb
"That's the president of my club, Killer." I reply silently begging her to show him respect. She rolls her eyes but follows him into his office
"Knuckles, wait outside." Killer says shutting the door in my face.
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MC Scars (Broken Demons MC #3)
ChickLitKnuckles is fed up of the couples scene at the clubhouse and wants to get out and party, but then he meets a girl who changes everything. Does he risk betraying his club, his family for a girl he barely knows or will he do what ever it takes to prot...
