MC Scars (Broken Demons MC #3)

Chapter 11 - Scar

I thought I was being careful, but clearly I wasn't careful enough. I left all my weapons with my motorcycle to go off and have fun with Cinnamon. She was hot too, but I made my money here and wanted to get moving before he found me, I was too late. I took out the first two pretty easily with my bare hands but the other two grabbed me before I could take them.

I could not believe it when Knuckles stepped up, gun pointing at Alec. Ok I took a few blows but I totally had it handed, why do guys think I'm a tiny little girl who needs rescuing? I don't understand why he's followed me all this way, the fact he found me in Georgia and kept on my tail and I didn't even notice, fuck, I'm slacking.

I need to get on the road and get away from Alec and Knuckles, now that Alec has seen him if he sees me with him again he'll know something is up and use him against me.

We pull up at the strip club and I grab my bike out of the storage shed, but before I can get on it Knuckles pulls me to the ground, I push him off of me and fire back at the goons, taking four out before the two SUV's speed away

"You need to go." I say to Knuckles as I get up and grab my helmet. When he doesn't move I look over to him and see he's out cold, blood coming from somewhere. I curse under my breath, grab my bags and helmet and throw them in Knuckles truck before going back to him. Who's the knight in shining armour now pretty boy?

"Come on Damsel, let's get you up." I say as I pick him up like my dad taught me, I put him in the passenger seat and then run around to the drivers side. I waste no time getting out of Dallas and take as many back roads as I can find, in case Alec's men try to follow us again. I pull up on the side of the road and turn on the interior light, Knuckles has been hit in his side. I feel around in his pockets until I find his cell phone and find Cordelia's number

"Hey Knuck what's up?" She says sounding half asleep

"It's not Knuckles, its Scar, you said I could call if I needed help." I reply

"Oh yeah, hey, ok what's going on?" She asks

"Knuckles got shot in his side, he's losing blood and he's out cold." I reply as I try to keep one hand on his side

"Ok, no problem, if you reach under the passenger seat, I put med kits in every vehicle for shit like this. Grab it and I'll tell you exactly what to do." Sure enough Cordelia talks me through what to do and I put a dressing on the wound before ending the call and pulling back out into the road. After a few miles I find a crappy motel and pull up, I go through Knuckles bag and pull out a hoodie to cover the blood on my arm and clothes. I grab some cash from my bag and head to the front desk

"It's late for a girl like you to be on the road." The man, who clearly doesn't understand personal hygiene, behind the desk says

"My boyfriend passed out drunk and I got lost, just need him to sleep it off before we carry on." I smile as he hands me a key, he looks at me sceptically

"Well while he's out if you need anything, you let me know." He says, his eyes scanning my body, I cringe before going back to the truck, I pull up in front of the room and then grab mine and Knuckles bags. I quickly throw them on the floor next to the bed before going back for Knuckles, I pull him out of the seat and carry him into the motel. I lay him down on the bed and take off his boots before grabbing my stuff and heading into the bathroom.

I take off my clothes and wash the blood off of them in the sink, laying them out to dry. I look at my face in the mirror, now I know why that ass at the front desk was looking at me funny, the bruising marbling my face and the cut on my lip don't exactly scream innocence. I sigh before stepping under the shower, rinsing Knuckles blood from my skin, I quickly wash my hair before getting out and drying off. I throw on clean panties and a t-shirt before heading back into the bedroom. I hear Knuckles cell ringing and pick it up to see 'Circuit' on the screen. I put it back down and grab my gun and Knuckles hoodie. I sit down on the couch and using his hoodie as a blanket, tuck the gun under the pillow, and lie down.

I watch Knuckles for a while, why would he follow me all this way? I figure it was him who had that pizza sent to my room, I knew it wasn't something Alec would do. When I think of him seeing me dance in the strip club, I can't help but blush. I mean I shouldn't be shy, we've had sex, but I've never danced like that before, I only did what I remember Jessica doing because I wanted the money. I'm sure he'll ask questions about Cinnamon, only my brother knew I'm into women as well and that's only because he caught me stealing his playboys. Could he be following me because he cares? Because I'm that good a fuck? Or is this for the same reason his club put a tracker on my bike, just to spy on me to make sure I don't bring trouble to their club. Well I need to remember what's happened with every man I've ever trusted and make sure I don't make the same mistake with Knuckles.

A/N: Happy New Year everyone. This is the first New Year I'm not working, but my fat pregnant ass is too tired to do anything, so I thought I would post a chapter. Don't forget to vote and comment, it's great to see xxx