Page 6 of Patching Over

“Alright. My truck’s right out front. You have an idea where I’m supposed to go?” I ask.

“If I describe an area, hopefully you’ll know where I’m talking about,” he replies.

“Listen up,” Banshee yells, shutting the noise completely down. “Need a few Roanoke brothers to ride with Brick and the Ankeny brothers to watch their backs. Anyone else wants to go, we’ve got enough cages, but I’m gonna need some to stay here since we don’t know what’s going on right now.”

I nod in agreement, glad that he didn’t share too much since we’ve got club whores as well as some of their friends in attendance tonight. I don’t want our clubhouse left unprotected, especially since we’ve got the National president on the premises.

As Banshee and Brew organize the brothers who are going to stay, Voodoo and Angel follow me out to my second girl, Jet, a deep black four-wheel-drive dually with a light bar mounted on the roof. “Haven’t seen one of those before,” Voodoo says, pointing to the light bar as we all get into the truck.

“It gets pitch dark out here at night and with the wildlife, it made sense to have something extra when out and about on these roads. Makes sense if we’re looking for someone, it’ll be handy as well,” I reply, cranking Jet up. “Now, what area did you see?”

“Dirt road, deep ditches on both sides, what looked like pine trees. Small cabin, maybe a hunting shack?” he states.

“I may have an idea,” I advise, putting the truck in gear then pulling out of the parking lot once the gate opens. I notice several other vehicles following behind me. “Looks like we’ve got quite a crew. Not as impressive as if we were on our bikes, but hell, even my most diehard brother pulls out his truck keys in this shit.”

“Hurry, Brick.”

I pick up speed, grateful that Jet was recently serviced at our shop and she’s ready to handle any weather. “Can you give me more information? You said she was my ol’ lady, but I’m not even in the market for one of them, Brother.”

“Got a call from my grandmother while we were headed here. Seems whoever this woman is, her situation is dire enough that one of her loved ones came through the veil and woke my grandmé up.”

“Fuck,” I whisper. Anyone who’s anyone at all knows of Madame Laveaux’s abilities. “So, if Angel’s with us, that mean she’s hurt?” I inquire, turning down another road that quickly goes from asphalt to dirt and gravel.

“Yeah, Brother, which is why time is of the essence.”

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I chant while activating the light bar, which illuminates not only the road, but also the ditches along each side.

“Damn, Brother, it’s like we’re out here in broad daylight,” Angel says from the back.

I don’t respond; my eyes are busy scouring both sides of the road. Not knowing how long this person has been out here or even what condition she’s in except that she’s injured, my heart rate accelerates. Even if I don’t buy the fact she’s my old lady seeing as I haven’t been searching for one, there’s no way I cannothelp someone in need, especially a woman.

Any alcohol I consumed earlier has dissipated as my eyes spot a small shape on the left side of the road. Pulling closer, I throw the truck into park then quickly get out and slip and slide my way over to it. “Jesus fucking Christ,” I whisper when I see strands of blonde hair blowing in the wind. Reaching out, I wipe the snow away from her face, fear gripping me as I note that her lips are tinged blue, and she hasn’t moved as much as an inch since I approached.

“Get her in the truck!” Voodoo yells. “Angel’s ready.”

I carefully lift her into my arms, her slight form causing me to frown. She can’t weigh more than eighty or ninety pounds. As I make my way back to my truck, the rear passenger door opens with Angel thrusting the blanket I keep back there at me. Between the three of us, we manage to wrap her in the blanket then Angel takes her into his arms as I close the door then get back into the driver’s seat.

“Are you able to wait until we get back?” Voodoo asks Angel. I see him shake his head in the rearview mirror and my heart plummets. “Then do what you’ve gotta do, we’ll take care of you.”

At my look, he says, “This will wipe Angel out, causing him to fall into a deep sleep. I want him to know that since he can’t wait to work on her until we’re safely back at your clubhouse, we’ll be sure to keep watch over him.”

“Absofuckinglutely,” I growl out before connecting my Bluetooth to Banshee. When he answers, I state, “We’re coming in from the side, Brother. Gonna need you, Brew, Scythe to help us get her to my room, while Kracken and Rooster watch the hall. No one comes down there without my say-so.”

“Got it, Pres. I take it you found what you were looking for.”

Glancing back at Angel to see him with his eyes closed as he continues to do whatever it is he does to the unknown woman, Ireply, “Yeah, she’s in bad shape, Brother. Hoping we weren’t too late.”

“I’ll get everyone in place and see if the brothers who are with the club whores can take their fun to their rooms until y’all get back and get her settled.”

“Appreciate it, Ban. See you in five.”

Disconnecting the call, I notice Voodoo has a smirk on his face. “What’s funny?” I question, anger causing my voice to turn raspier than normal.

“You really think you’d get an ol’ lady just to have her snatched away like that?” he retorts. “Not how it works, Brother.”

I can’t help the chuckle that escapes. “You’ve said that multiple times, Brother, but I’m not in the market for an ol’ lady. The sweetbutts take care of that itch just fine. Too busy to deal with the dramatics of having a woman around twenty-four-seven.”

My declaration has him laughing so hard that as I pull into the parking lot of the clubhouse and maneuver over to the side entrance, he’s doubled over nearly wheezing. “Glad you think this is funny,” I huff out, putting the truck into park then hurrying out and around to Angel’s side. “I got her,” I murmur when he won’t let go.

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