Page 92 of Disturbed Lucidity

Whatever it was, my body tingled all over.

Heading over to the bar, I took a seat and sighed.

“What’s wrong with you?”

“I’m bored.” I groaned, holding my head in my hand while I lounged against the bar watching Mouth stock the shelves.

“Don’t have time to play a game of Chutes and Ladders with you, Barbie. Got to get this shit done before the clubhouse opens. Go bug Gunny.”

“He ain’t here,” I moaned, laying my head on the bar, sighing loudly.

“The Plebs are out front cleaning the parking lot. Go annoy them.”

Grumbling, I got to my feet.

“Fine!”

Stepping out into the bright sunshine, I threw my head back and closed my eyes as the blistering sun beat down on my face. It was another bright, hot, sunny day in Northern California.

It was maddening.

Didn’t this place ever have a gloomy day?

“Ivy!”

Turning, I looked to my left and I saw Pyle and the rest of the Plebs running toward me, waving their arms just when I heard several bikes thunder toward the clubhouse. Turning in the direction of the sound, I didn’t have time to see who they were because someone tackled me to the ground, covering my body protectively.

Gunfire erupted all around me as the bikers rode past, firing directly at the clubhouse and everything around them. Curled into a ball, I covered my ears. The sound was deafening.

Rocks, dirt, glass, and bullets pelted everything around me while I lay on the ground. Just as fast as it happened, it stopped. The sound of the bikes faded off into the distance and the front door flew open and brothers raced to their bikes.

“MOTHERFUCKER!” Saint cursed when he saw bullet holes in his gas tank.

“Bastards got mine too,” Alias shouted.

Seconds later, two more bikes flew past at a high rate of speed, not bothering to stop as they gave chase, Agony and Mouth’s bike roared to life, when they quickly peeled out of the parking lot, following.

“Ivy?” I heard Pyle whisper close to my ear. “You okay?”

“Yeah,” I muttered, trying to catch my breath. “You?”

“I’m okay,” he barely said, then added, “But I don’t think I’ll be able to work with you tonight.”

“Why?” I carefully asked, turning to look at him, when I saw blood spewing from his mouth.

“Oh shit,” I cursed, glancing down at him as my eyes homed in on the hole in his stomach, gushing blood. I didn’t think when I covered the hole with my hands, pressing hard.

“Jesus fuck, woman,” Pyle grunted. “Did you have to do that?”

“Shut up, Pyle,” I growled, looking around for help when I noticed that UTAH and ALF lay motionless on the ground. KROD and TBAR were moaning, each holding onto limbs while Saint and Alias hopped on other bikes before speeding out of the parking lot to give chase.

There was no one else.

Where the fuck was everyone?

“Go, Ivy.” Pyle coughed more blood.

“Shut up, Pyle. I’m not leaving you,” I said, tears running down my face while the familiar sound of bikes loomed off in the distance. Refusing to be a sitting duck, I quickly found the knife and gun Pyle always wore and prepared for anything.

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