Recluse Protection

Chapter 8

Driving to the clubhouse I realize that I'm going to make one hell of a sight. A girl armed to the nines in nothing but a night shirt, and boots. First impressions are supposed to be memorable. I snort at the thought, after the bodies were taken care of we had to bail out. I threw feed before leaving, I doubt I'll be coming back. On the ride I made a call to one of my neighbors, I know he has a little girl who will be able to take care of Majesty just fine. I already said my goodbyes to my girl.

Goodbye to my little safety net, goodbye to what I knew, it's time for the unknown. It's time for me to grow a pair and move the fuck on. Stopping at a stoplight, I tighten the rag I managed to tie around my arm. That'll only draw more attention, damn sniper and his good aim. Leaning my head against the headrest I close my eyes taking a deep breath. I hope that we don't have too much time left to get to the clubhouse. The slow loss of blood is seriously starting to make me woozy.

Hearing a honk I pick my head back up blinking my eyes, green light. I'm glad Patriot and Forger are riding behind me, I'm not in the mood to be sharing words with someone. Shaking my head, I hit the gas driving on. Keeping one hand on the wheel I lift my other arm, resting it across my head. While the blood isn't moving quickly, it has yet to stop leaking. Cobra, Tiny and Rubble turn on their directional making me follow their actions. I've never been out to the clubhouse, hell I've never really left my little safe haven.

Look at me now, I roll my eyes, driving down the street I keep my head on a swivel. The new surroundings still manage to unnerve me. I don't like change, not this quickly anyways. I see a large compound with heavy fencing, barbed wire perched at the top. They like their security, the gate creeps open, a man talking to Cobra. I tap my fingers on the wheel to keep myself thinking. He finally pulls forward, each of them finding their own parking spot. I watch as a building off to the side is opened.

Cobra hops off of his bike, jogging towards me. Forcing me to roll the window down. "Drive straight in." I give him a nod, guiding the SUV into the makeshift garage. Shutting off the car, I roll the windows up and push my door open. Stepping out I wobble, too much time in a seat has blood rushing in too many directions. After blinking and taking a breath I finally shut the door, letting my arm drop to my side.

"What happened at the light?" Patriot asks, making me roll my eyes as I pop open the trunk, pointing at my arm.

"I got nicked, it hasn't stopped bleeding." Rubble laughs pointing at the trunk before sobering.

"Great, sit the fuck down. My turn to play doctor!" He chuckles, clapping his hands making me roll my eyes at him. I follow his order. Jumping up I lean against the side of the trunk looking at my bags. Shaking my head at the depressing thoughts that arise I close my eyes feeling my arm being grabbed and the rag being pulled off.

"Why didn't you say something in the attic?"

"I was a little preoccupied getting shit in order to mention the flesh wound. Next time I'll let you play doctor while smoke starts swamping our asses." I crack my eyes open to peek at Cobra as he looks at me with a deadpan expression.

"Smart ass." I shrug with a grin.

"I learned from the best." With that I close my eyes and let my head drop to its resting place.

"What are we gonna do?" Rubble asks, probably directing the question towards Cobra. That is a good question, I don't make money from what I do. Not enough to keep my ass alive living with the rest of society anyways. Buying land is expensive, and if it isn't large it can't really be all that sustainable. Maybe I should start worrying about the biggest issue in my face. I still don't fully understand the wager with the devil Bear made.