Page 19 of Aftermath's Exposure

I run past them, not waiting for dick. I grab my gun out of my cut and chamber a round as I move fast through the Clubhouse. Those motherfuckers want to mess with me, my woman and Club, they’re going to pay.

I reach the edge of the gates and Bones is already down at the wreck. He’s shooting at the bikers, trying to fend them off. I start firing at them too and they retreat. I hit one and he goes down. Bones fires another round and hits another as he’s trying to ride away. His bike goes down hard and he skids to a stop. Capone, Tiny, Trigger, Derange, Torch and Blayze all reach us firing at the bikes.

I reach the overturned car with Kensi still inside. “Bones, go finish them. I’ve got her.” I order.

Bones does as I command with the rest of the Royal Bastards hot on his heels. They take down a few more of the jagoff’s and I check Kensi. Her seatbelt is holding her up, her chest is slowly rising and falling and her forehead is bleeding. She’s Ok, unconscious, but OK.

The smell of gas and motor oil is strong inside the car. One false move and this motherfucker will blow. I need to get Kensi and Donovan out quickly but carefully. I carefully hold onto Kensi and unhook her seatbelt. Her dead weight drops into my arms and I pull her out. I move her to a soft patch of grass and begin looking over her.

Tiny gets Donovan out of the car and lays him on the ground too. He’s bleeding worse than Kensi so Trigger and Derange start working on him. I watch as they move him carefully toward the Clubhouse. “I want a man on him every second until we get to the bottom of this.” Capone orders.

“Yes, Prez,” Torch answers.

“Every fucking time we get on the right track, you get hurt, Tiger. What the hell’s up with that?” I say more to myself than her.

“If I’d listen to you, I’d stop getting hurt,” Kensi whispers. Her throat is raw and scratchy. I laugh and kiss her on the forehead, blood be damned.

“We’ve got to stop running into each other like this, Tiger.” I tease, pulling her onto my lap and looking into her blue and green multicolored eyes.

“Aftermath, I don’t know where to start.” Kensi says sadness in her voice. “If you guys want me gone, I get it but just because my father is an FBI agent, doesn’t mean I am too.”

“Shh...Tiger, we’ll worry about that later. Right now, all that matters is you’re ok.”

“I’m Ok. I opened my stitches when the car rolled, but other than that, I’ve been through worse.” Kensi answers. “Take me home, Markus.” Kensi says, resting her head on my shoulder.

I don’t know where we’re going or what’s going to happen, but all I know is I have Kensi here and she’s by my side. I will never let her out of my sight again.

“I love you, Tiger.”

“I love you, too, Markus.”

Epilogue

Kensi

It’s been six months since the accident and all my secrets came out. We found Beth’s parents and they will be here any day to meet Aerial and possibly take her home with them. My dad confessed about losing his job with the FBI after I went missing because he wouldn’t drop the case. He was a mess for years, looking for me.

The bikers with the skull tattoos that attacked me and my dad were a new up and coming biker club, hired by Lattimer to try and take us out. Needless to say, they don’t exist anymore. As for Lattimer and Josiah, they’re still on the run but Red has some good leads as to where they might be. Nadia is still missing but I’m hoping Red can track her down. I found the picture I had of her and some guy who looks familiar and gave it to Capone. He looked shocked at who it was and immediately went into his office and shut the door. Club business, I guess.

Aftermath still goes on runs from time to time and I do my best to stay out of trouble while he’s gone. Like I said, I do my best to stay out of trouble, doesn't mean trouble doesn’t find me. Which is why I’m currently sitting in heavy L.A. traffic with a pregnant woman going into labor beside me.

“Kensi, hurry!” Jezebelle pants.

“I’m trying but these assholes won’t get out of my way.” I slam on my horn and yell at the dick who tried to cut me off. I see an opening on the sidewalk and floor it.

“Fuck, Kensi. I want to get there in one piece.” Jezebelle teases.

Jezebelle and I have grown really close over the last few months. We wanted to go on one last outing, just the two of us before the baby came. But Aftermath and Derange said we were absolutely not going to be alone. Aftermath doesn’t trust Bones so Derange agreed to go. We went and had pedicure and manicures done. Even got massages at the spa. Derange bitched the whole time until he seen Jezebelle in just a towel and then they disappeared for a while. Whatever they did cause Jezebelle to go into labor and here we are.

Derange is in the back seat swearing up a storm. “If it wasn’t for your greedy dick, we wouldn’t be in this predicament.” I glare at Derange in the mirror. I’m just teasing him but he doesn’t know that.

Finally, after curb jumping, almost running a few pedestrians over and cutting through back alleys to get back onto the freeway, I get a police escort to the hospital. I’m sure I’ll be in handcuffs in a matter of moments, but it was worth it.

Derange and Jezebelle are admitting into Labor and Delivery and I’m sitting in the waiting room. The rest of the Royal Bastards should be here any time now. They won’t miss the birth of yet another Little Bastard.

“Ma’am, please come with me.” A new deputy says. He has sandy blonde hair that hangs into his crystal blue eyes. He looks familiar but I can’t place where or how. He clears his throat before slapping the cuffs on my wrists. “I’m sorry to have to do this.”

I smile at him, “That’s OK, deputy, I’ll be out of these in a moment.” My dad comes sauntering up with his Sheriff’s badge on and gives his deputy a pointed look. He sighs before removing my cuffs. “What did I tell you about getting into trouble, Kensi?”

“To stop. You can’t always bail me out. But dad, I swear this time it wasn’t my fault.” I plead. “Jezebelle and I were out on a girls day when she went into labor. I wasn’t letting her shoot that kid out in my car.”

“Sir, I’ll take it from here.” Aftermath says with a knowing wink to my dad. Behind him Capone, Danyella, Nina and Aerial, Blayze and Monica, Torch and Daisy with the twins, Trigger, Red, Dagger and Tiny all file into the waiting room.

“Go easy on her, biker.” Dad warns.

Aftermath turns to me and there’s a glint in his eyes. “Oh, I plan too alright.”

Now my panties have melted right off my body and I’m a wanton mess on the floor. This is what this man does to me every single day and I wouldn’t change it for anything in the world. We might not have our story complete, but it’s done for now.

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