Page 88 of Frenemies

“Never launch yourself out the window of a moving vehicle. It hurts.”

No shit.

“Why the fuck would you do that?”

She sighed, “Bailey was crying, and it was really annoying.”

So she launched herself out of a car?Wait. . .

“Were you with Naomi? How is she?”

“Well, that Craig guy was bleeding, which just made Naomi bitch more about being stuck in the back of a van.”

Who the fuck was Craig?

I let out the breath I didn’t know I was holding. Naomi was bitching, which meant she was okay.

“I had to get out of there.” Ava rolled her eyes.

I pursed my lips and nodded, because what the fuck else was I going to do? Argue that annoyance wasn’t a good reason to launch yourself out of a moving vehicle. I still had no idea what the fuck she did to that van.

“Well, you’ll be safe in the compound. We’re going to get Naomi.”

“Great.” Ava plopped a teddy bear helmet on her head. And I meant teddy bear. That shit had pink ears. “Let’s go.”

I watched Ava roll off down the road and thought about arguing with her, but I doubted that would do any good. Besides, there was no way that scooter could keep up with us.

“Alright, guys,” I glanced back at the group of bikers, all staring at Ava with confusion. “Let’s roll out.”

And that’s exactly what we did. A group of big burly bikers rode out on their hogs behind the crazy blonde with a teddy bear helmet and pink scooter.

“Bailey, get over here!” I pressed down on Tanner’s leg attempting to stem the flow of blood oozing through my fingers.

I don’t know how long we’d been driving or where Jax was taking us. It wasn’t like I could ask anyone. The four Reapers riding with us were all squished in the front—I assumed that was to prevent anyone else from doing a kamikaze dive out an open window like Ava. Either way, it was just Tanner, Bailey, and I back here now.

My gaze shifted over to the body on the floor.

And Jaz.

That gunshot would forever echo in the back of my mind, but I couldn’t think about that now. Tanner’s wound had only gotten worse. He’d passed out twice, and I was afraid if I didn’t stop the bleeding, I wouldn’t be able to wake him up next time.

Bailey slowly shuffled over. She stopped crying a while ago, which was good. I needed her coherent.

“Find me a tourniquet.”

“A tourniquet. . .” She narrowed her eyes to slits and darted them around the van. “Rrrright.”

“Oh, for Christ’s sake, I need something to tie off his leg and stop the blood flow.”

“Don’t yell at me. This is a stressful situation.”

Stressful?

A man who clearly had no problem killing someone kidnapped us. Now, we were surrounded by a bunch of bikers while traveling down the highway in the back of a van with a dead body and someone who was about to bleed to death. Stressful left the building a long time ago.

“I’m sorry, Bailey,” I slowly rolled my glare her way. “Let me just take my hands off this seeping wound to give you a comforting hug.”

Finally, the direness of the situation registered in Bailey’s wide eyes. Then she started panicking, jumping around the van while asking herself what she should do. Just as my lips parted to yell at her again, she whipped her shirt off and tossed it my way.

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