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Mara looked down and saw the blood between her legs. Smeared with her own wetness. Blood from Darrow’s face. Darrow’s wounds from the fight with theVPofSOFRAW. She looked at Darrow’s face and reached for him once again. Fingers touching…

Darrow stood up, his hand still gripped at her throat. With his other hand, he opened his jeans and pulled his cock free. A voice in Mara’s head reminded her that she and Darrow agreed to stop fucking.

Like that’s going to ever happen,Mara thought to herself.

A moment later, Darrow pressed his huge size between her legs and thrust into her. She cried out and felt her body instantly begin to come once more. Darrow felt Mara’s cunt literally squeezing against his cock and he sucked in a breath and growled deep in his chest. He fucked Mara so hard on the dining room table, it ended up in the living room.

And then he carried her to his bed to keep fucking.

Chapter Seventeen

Prayer Meets Toilet

Darrow stood with some distance from the hospital bed. It looked like some science fiction movie. The amount of tubes, wires, machines and noises. Watching Priest’s chest rise and fall, only happening because of some piece of equipment. He couldn’t imagine how much this was costing per day. Per hour. Per minute. Per fucking second. It wasn’t like the outlaws had a gold plan health insurance policy or anything. Certain societal aspects they were forced into dealing with. Especially when it came down to medical situations.

But this? Darrow had never seen anything like this. Closest was when Warren had a heart attack during a blow job. That was a few years ago. The old bastard’s heart tried giving out while somedeeceeworked him. The legendary part of the story was that Warren made sure to finish before completely passing out and collapsing.

“Nothing’s changed,” Cyrus said to Darrow. “He’s got brain activity and all that. He’s in there. Somewhere.”

“You ever think you’d live to see the day where a doctor says Priest has brain activity?” Monte asked with a grim smirk.

That at least got a chuckle out of everyone in the room.

“Prayer?” Darrow asked with a nod.

“Yes,” Linc said. “Priest should be part of this.”

“Some normalcy for him might help,” Slade said. “They say he can hear us.”

Cyrus moved closer to the hospital bed, standing so that Priest was on his right side.

The rest of them casually found their way around the room, sort of standing in the same positions they would be in if they were at the clubhouse.

“Chief Dick said there were a couple cops that spotted a stolen car,” Cyrus said. “The driver acted weird and took off into the woods. He pulled them off it, claiming it was someyellow bunnytweaker.”

“I’ve been in every camera I can find in the area,” Darrow said. “He’s on the move but he’s not leaving town.”

“Why?” Linc asked. “He has to be getting help by now.SS13?Rattlers?”

“I’ll go door to door if you need,Prez,” Monte offered.

“I don’t want to start fifty wars over this rat,” Cyrus said. “Maybe that’s what he wants. Waiting for us to slip up and do something wrong. Plus, we start chatting up other crews and it makes us look weak. Fuck, we already look weak. I’ve got the other charters on notice. They’re on a semi-lockdown schedule. They have their enforcers on twenty-four-seven rotation watch too. He steps foot near another charter and he’s fucked.”

“He must know that,” Slade said. “That’s why he’s staying local. He’s going to cut a deal with someone. He already talked once. For all we know, he’s in protection and singing like a bird on a hot summer morning.”

“Chief Dick would give us a line on that,” Linc said.

“I’ve found nothing that supports it,” Darrow said. “I’ve been in every system and database too. Fitz is—”

Darrow lost his thought for a second when Cyrus looked at him with an evil glare.

“The fucking rat,” Darrow corrected himself. “The fucking rat is smart enough to know how to navigate between the cracks. But he can’t last forever. He won’t. Something will happen. And when it does, we will be there.”

“Or Damien,” Linc said.

That took the life out of the room for a second.

“I brought that to our clubhouse,” Slade said. “I should figure that out.”

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