Page 18 of The Sins Of The Biker

“What about him, Wave?” I growl. “What the fuck happened? Tell me,” I yell.

“He’s dead.”

All the air in my lungs evaporates, and I fall to my ass on the floor. Tears pool in my eyes, and I punch the floor beside me with my fist. “How… how the fuck did it happen?”

“They shot him. They shot him while he was riding home and killed him out front. Your mom tried to revive him, but he died on the spot.”

A loud mewl sounds around me, and I take a while to recognize that it’s me crying.

With my phone on the floor, I yell out from the pain of losing my dad, the president of my club, and my mom’s heartbreak of losing her one true love. I can barely make out Wave on the phone due to the unfathomable pain I am experiencing.

Curly’s face is full of fear as he hurries toward me. “Harley, what’s going on?”

I freeze, tears filling my eyes, and a lump forms in my throat, leaving me unable to respond.

I hear Curly pick up the phone and talk to Wave, but I don’t make out their conversation.

I can’t.

My dad is gone.

Fallen.

Dead.

I sit for a while, not feeling anything, and just spacing out when I hear a knock, and then a dude in a suit walks in carrying a briefcase. He looks at me and then asks Curly, “What’s wrong with him?”

“He’s in shock.”

The guy in the tie with blond hair surveys the room. “Are we safe here?”

Curly replies, “Yes, we are. But we need your help.”

He kneels in front of me and pulls something out of his bag.Ah, he must be a doctor.He has a torch in his hand, and he’s shining it in my eyes, pushing each eyelid up. The doctor takes my wrist and checks my pulse. The way I feel inside right now, I’d say I have none. I’m completely numb.

“You’re right,” the doctor says, glancing back at Curly. “He’s in shock. I’ll give you something for him to take.” Then gives his attention to Snake.

“I take it this is the man who needs help?” Snake has now quieted down a little.

The doctor moves over and inspects his wound. “He’s lost a lot of blood.”

“No shit, Sherlock,” Curly states, and then the doctor looks closer at Snake’s injury.

“The bullet went through, but he’ll need blood. We have to take him to the hospital.”

“No way,” I snap, coming out of this nightmare I am currently living. “No damn hospitals.” I get off the floor and head toward the couch, saying it again, “No hospitals allowed.”

The doctor swallows hard, and I understand what a sight I must be for this sophisticated man. My shirtless torso and hands are smeared with Snake’s blood.

“O-kay, no hospitals. I’m going to have to clean out the wound and stitch him up. I’ll run an IV and give him some painkillers. That should help, but he needs to rest for a couple of days before he can be moved.”

Catching Curly’s stare, he nods at me, knowing there’s no way in hell I can stay here while I just found out my old man is dead.

“You go, Harley. I’ll stay here with Snake. I’ve got him.”

“Just wait a minute,” the doctor says, holding his hand up to me. “You shouldn’t be driving anywhere. A minute ago you were in shock, and now you’re just going to leave? Let me check you over in more detail, son?”

Son.

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