Motorcycle clubs have always been a boys club. It makes sense: the violence, the hierarchy, the fact that they haven't exactly met the women's movement. Now, there's a new club in Northern Cali, looking to make a name for itself. It's already allied...
Nero, Tig, and Happy came walking into the room, Nero picking up the pace when he saw Tiki slumped in the chair with a hand pressed to her side. He pointed at one of the girls.
"Shit! Go get some towels or something!" Nero knelt beside the chair as Happy stooped down in front of her, gingerly lifting her shirt. "Damn, mama, you let one of them get you? That's a first."
Tiki let out a snort that ended in a groan as Happy pressed the flesh around the wound. "Yeah, I must be tired." She lifted a brow at Happy as he leaned in even closer, his breath warm against her side. "How bad is it, vato?"
Tig patted her on the shoulder before taking her arm to look at it as Happy looked up from the wound in her side. "It looks like a graze but a deep one. If we pack it, can you ride?"
Before Tiki could answer, Nero cut in. "I'll drive her. Won't riding make it worse?"
As if she wasn't even there, Happy answered. "Nah. It might bleed like a stuck pig, but it won't make it worse."
Tiki nodded as the young woman handed towels to Tig and Happy. "Ok, pack it and we'll head back." Happy just nodded and proceeded to rip her shirt up the middle. Tiki smirked, winking when he looked at her. "If you wanted me out of my shirt, you could have just said so."
Happy just gave her a small smirk and winked back as Nero rolled his eyes and Tig chuckled. "Believe me, I will." He looked at Tig, now completely serious. "Call Chibs, tell him to be ready with his medical shit when we get there. She's gonna need it."
Tig slapped him on the shoulder before standing up and pulling his burner from the front pocket of his jeans. "You got it, brother." He stopped to look at Nero. "You got someone to handle removal and clean up?"
Nero nodded as the girl came back with some duct tape. "Yeah, I can handle it."
By the time Tig was off the phone, Happy had Tiki's wounds packed and taped. Nero helped her stand up, grabbing her around the waist when her legs started to give out. Happy sighed and looped her arm around his neck before picking her up bridal style to carry her out to the bikes.
"I got you, little girl. It wouldn't hurt for you to ask for help."
Tiki snorted and patted him on the cheek. "Oh, sunshine, you have no idea how painful that would be for me."
By the time they made it back to TM, Tiki was gripping the handlebars for dear life. Every bump in the road caused agony and she breathed a sigh of relief when they finally parked their bikes in line. Before she could get off of hers, Tig and Happy were beside her, helping her stand up. When she had trouble lifting her leg to get off, Happy growled at her and picked her up, carrying her into the clubhouse.
A man hurried to them and Tiki wondered how she hadn't noticed him yesterday. He was handsome, but what made him exceptional was the scars on each cheek, a Glasgow smile. He lifted the towel on her side and winced before looking at her arm. The towels on both wounds had soaked through with blood but it seemed to be slowing down some. He motioned toward a set of double doors.
"Take her into the chapel, Hap. I got it set up and ready." He crooked a finger at Tony and Alvie as he turned on his heels to follow Happy. "You two can help."
Once she was laid on the table and her ripped shirt removed, the man with the scars leaned over and smiled at her. "Hey, darlin. I'm Chibs, and I'm gonna fix you right up, yeah?" When Tiki nodded, his smile deepened. "That's a good girl. Now, I got some morphine left over from... "
"No!" Tiki blushed a little when everyone stopped to look at her. "No drugs. Please. Just give me some ibuprofen or something."
Happy shook his head and leaned over the table to stare her down. "Little girl, he has to stitch you up. It's gonna hurt like a bitch."
Tiki shrugged as Alvie and Tony rolled their eyes. "It already hurts like a bitch. Just do it. I gotta ride in a few hours, remember?"
Happy snorted as he shook his head again. "You ain't going anywhere."
Tiki raised up on her elbows and started to tell him what she thought when Chibs gently pushed her back onto the table. "Could you two possibly keep this argument until I'm done? Jaysus Christ!" He pointed a finger at Happy with a frown on his face. "If ye can't be nice at least until I got her patched up, ye can go into the other room."
Tiki bit her lip, wisely deciding not to piss off the man that was getting ready to insert a needle into her body. An hour later, he was done and she had swallowed four ibuprofen. Tony handed her the t-shirt she had been wearing earlier and Chibs helped her climb down from the table. "Am I good to go?"
Chibs sighed before taking her chin in his hand and forcing her to look at him. "Listen very carefully. I dunna really want ye ridin, but if ye insist, ye'll be very very careful. Ye can ride between Happy and myself. We'll keep an eye on ye."
Tiki blew out a frustrated breath but nodded. She wasn't used to someone, especially a man, telling her what to do, and you could read that very easily in her body language. She felt a hand on her waist and looked to see Happy standing beside her. "Come on, you can sleep in my room until time to go."
Tiki didn't trust anyone, especially her own club, to wake her up and not simply leave her there until they got back. She shook her head, earning herself a dirty look from the psychotic biker. "I'm good. I'll just get some coffee and a cigarette and I'll be golden."
She walked off, leaving Chibs, Happy, Tony, and Alvie staring after her. Happy shook his head and looked at the other two women. "Is she always this fucking hardheaded?"
Tony grinned as Alvie chuckled and nodded. "Only when she's breathing."
Chibs chuckled as Happy smirked and nodded. "Makes me wanna choke a bitch just for some peace and quiet."
