I woke up and I feel like shit. I just lie here and wonder why my head hurts so much. I never let myself get drunk enough to be hungover, I can't afford to lose control in case he finds me. Suddenly I realise I can hear movement in my hotel room, I open my eyes and look to the foot of my bed where a man is clearing away equipment. Fuck, I'm not in a hotel, where the fuck am I? I try to sit up but the pain in my chest is excruciating, I have to push passed it, I need to get away and be safe. I pull the IV from my arm and sit up successfully this time.
"Hey, you're awake, that sedative I gave you should've lasted longer." The man says as he approaches me, I spot a scalpel on the tray next to me and grab it lunging for him, he tries to stop me but I'm too fast for him and I soon have the scalpel to his throat. I see Knuckles storm into the room
"You. where the fuck am I?" I bark
"You're in my clubs infirmary, that is Doc, he's the reason you're still breathing." He replies, I look to Doc and lower the scalpel from his throat. After Knuckles explains where I am and Doc hands me my clothes I get dressed, deciding not to bother with my blood soaked shirt.
"You really should rest for a while, you punctured your lung, not to mention the other injuries." Doc says from behind me. I pick up my boots and see not only is my gun missing my knife is too.
"Yeah sure, let me get comfortable in a strange place with men I don't know, who took my gun and my knife." I reply as I slip my boots on
"Chill the fuck out Scar, I put them in your saddlebag, come on." Knuckles says, I follow him out to the garage and meet Bullet their club mechanic. I've been helping my dad work on motorcycles since I was a baby, it actually calms me when I do.
I had finished fixing her up and then Doc refused payment for treating me, which I didn't like but at least I probably have enough for a motel now. Then this big asshole came into the garage, Knuckles said he was his president and he called me into his office like a damn principal at high school. I wanted to tell him to fuck off and jump on my bike but I could see Knuckles wanted me to play nice, for Knuckles I will. Even though I definitely don't care about him he was just a good fuck, a really good fuck.
"You wish to speak with me?" I say as innocently as possible as Killer sits at his desk
"If you plan on bringing trouble to my club I wanna know about it, so talk." He growls and I can imagine where the name Killer came from just from the fire in his eyes.
"No such plans, I just came for the no questions medical care and now I've fixed my bike I'll be on my way. I don't even plan on staying in state so you have no worry of issues for your club." I smile, still standing in front of him
"Well whoever left that hole in your lung won't be too happy with us keeping you alive so I suggest you tell me who before they attack my club." He replies
"Oh this was nothing other than a bar fight. I'm a fan of hustling pool and poker. This guy wasn't too happy I took his money, that's all. Now if you don't mind I've got a beautiful motorcycle needs riding into the sunset." I say as I turn and head for the door
"But I do mind. I can't stand for you bringing this shit to my club." He replies as my hand reaches for the doorknob
"Good job I'm leaving then. See you round Killer." This time he doesn't stop me and I head out to my motorcycle. Cordelia and Knuckles are standing by my bike as I grab my helmet
"Here is my card. If you need medical help call me and I'll help. I don't ask questions unlike my husband." She says handing me a business card with her number on it
"Thanks." I reply as I slip it in my pocket. I look over to Knuckles and although I barely know him I can read something on his face. I look down at my bike and realise that look is guilt
"Nice try boys." I say taking the little tracker off my bike throwing it to the floor and stamping on it
"Yeah, Killer wanted to know where you were headed." He says stroking the back of his neck
"Even I don't know where I'm going next." I say as I fix my helmet and mount my bike
"You can't ride far with your injuries. Stay in the motel for a couple of days at least while you heal." He says stepping up closer to me
"That was my plan but I think I need to put some distance between me and your prez. Don't worry about me, I'm good." I reach out and stroke his beard before closing the visor on my helmet and backing out of the shop. I can't help but look back to him before I ride out, I would like to see him again, but I doubt it'll happen. I can tell I'm starting to feel for Knuckles and that is dangerous, I can't afford to stand still and risk being found, plus if Alec finds some one I care about he will use them against me.
I decide to head south, through South Carolina and Georgia, I think I'll see what Texas has for me. I'm in a lot of pain but I need to move and nothing calms me like riding.
I give up just inside the Georgia state line and find a motel, I grab my bags and head inside. I still have the pain pills Cordelia gave me when I got shot, I don't like taking them but I give in and take a couple before stripping my clothes and climbing into bed.
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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...
