Page 23 of Shared By the Bikers

My brother is down. Shot twice. I want to go to him, but he’s right I need to make sure Ricky doesn’t get away. “You fucking cunt you shot my best friend.”

Ricky is laughing. He thinks this is fucking funny?

“What the fuck are you laughing at?” I’m on top of him, my hands around his throat.

“She won’t want you now that it’s just one of you. You’re not enough for her that’s why she needed him too.”

He’s goading me, I know he is.

Someone touches my shoulder. “Cash. We have him. He’s going to get his punishment. Go to Ramsey.” Pops is looking at me and I can see the sorrow in his eyes.

“Fuck. Ramsey.” I rush over to him and kneel on the ground next to him.

I take my tee shirt off and roll it into a ball and push down on his stomach. I see blood coming out of his leg and undo my belt and wrap it around his leg like a tournique.

“Ramsey, I hope to fuck you can hear me. You need to stay alive for Meg. After everything she went through, she doesn’t need you dying on her now. You can’t do this to me. I know it’s unconventional, but fuck, brother we are more than that. We love her, and we both need you. Don’t die on me, you fucker.”

Pops has brought the van around. “Get in.”

“What about the Ricky and the others?”

“Ryder is on his way here with another van for them. We need to get Ramsey to the doc.”

“Doc? He needs to go to the hospital. I’m not sure he’s going to survive, Pops.”

“Of course he is. Cash you’ve got to believe in him. He’s as strong as a fucking ox and he is going to be okay.”

He helps me to carry him onto the front seat. Then Pops is peeling out of the car park.

I’m putting pressure on the holes, trying to stop him from bleeding out. He hasn’t regained consciousness yet.

We pull up at the clubhouse and the prospect is waiting for us. “Pops I thought we were taking him to the hospital what the fuck are we doing here?”

“Doc has everything we need to help him. There will be too many questions if we go to the hospital – you know that. Just trust Doc. If he thinks that we need extra help he will tell us. Now stop moaning and help me get him out of this fucking van.”

The prospect helps us to carry Ramsey inside and straight into the infirmary room we have set up for these situations.

Doc is waiting for us, and he quickly assesses the situation. “Has he woken up at all?”

“No, he’s been unconscious for about twenty minutes. I’ve put pressure on the wounds, but I didn’t know what else to do. Please Doc, he can’t die. Please don’t let him die.”

“I won’t. He’s fit, he’s healthy so he will be fine, I just need to get the bullets out.”

Doc gets his tools and that’s when I hear the cry through the clubhouse. “Ramsey.” it sounds like someone is being choked. I know it’s Meg and I don’t want her to see my brother like this. He wouldn’t want her to.

She storms through the door and stops. She looks at me and then at Ramsey and I see her fall apart. She has been through so much heartache with Ricky, but seeing her come undone not knowing if Ramsey is going to live or not breaks me.

“Meg. I’ll come and get you when he wakes up.”

“No. I’m not leaving him, Cash.”

“Meg, he won’t want you seeing him like this. Believe me.”

She stalks over to him and takes his hand. “Ramsey, you need to wake up. We’ve just started our life together and I need you. Cash needs you too, but he’s too stubborn to tell you that.”

“No, I’m not. Look Doc is going to get the bullets out and stitch him up, you need to keep out of his way. Why don’t you go out to Rosie and then I’ll call you when he wakes up.”

She turns and looks at me and I’ve never seen her look so angry. “If that was me, would you leave this room? Would you walk away and wait for someone to tell you that I was awake. Tell me honestly, Cash. I’m interested.”

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