Page 6 of The Biker's Forbidden Virgin

Spike tries to walk by to get ready for the meeting, but I grab his arm and pull him back.

"What's up?" Spike's eyebrows cinch in.

"You go to the medic," I tell him and point back over my shoulder.

As my VP, Spike should be at every meeting, but I think he'll have to miss this one.

"What, nah man, I'm good. I don't need them." Spike shakes his head and tries to pull away.

"Brother, you were just buried under a slab of fucking concrete. You need the medic."

"Leo, I swear-"

"It's a fucking order, Spike. Don't fucking argue. Just get your ass back there and get checked out. If they tell you to go to the hospital, you hop your knuckle-headed ass in that ambulance and go."

"I need you at your best, just get the all-clear and get back here." he sighs out in defeat. I know he wants to get to the bottom of this as bad as I do, but I can't risk him being hurt. I have a feeling we're about to go through some shit where I'm going to need all hands on deck. I clap him on the shoulder, and he turns to walk back toward the paramedics.

I watch the Sheriff for a few more seconds as he goes through the mess that is my clubhouse, probably looking for more than just what caused the explosion. For me to get to church, I'd have to walk right by him. Maybe he won't see me. I don't have time to deal with him right now.

"Leo, how are you feeling today? It seems you've had a bit of an accident?" The sarcastic ass steps into my face stopping me from getting to the back area where church is.

My chest constricts as a fresh wave of anger washes over me. I watch from the corner of my eye the paramedics roll Nisa out the clubhouse. She's still unconscious. I feel helpless. It's not a fucking emotion I want to sit with. I need to get to the bottom of this, and motherfucking Sheriff Bobbins is in my way.

"Sheriff, I really don't have the time to play these fucking games with you today. Do you need something from me?" I ask.

"Oh, hold on here. I'm not playing any games. You and you're little group of misfits run around my town like you own the place, and as long as you were killing each other, I really didn't care, but now you're messing with my people. Now it's my town folk that are being affected. I'm not letting this shit slide. Whatever the hell you bastards have going on in here, you're going down. I'm telling you now that I'm going to be on you like flies on shit. If you breathe wrong, I'm going to lock your ass under the jail."

I lock my fists against my sides. I want to swing on him so damn bad right now, but I can't afford to go to the clink. Not when I have this shit to take care of. "Are you out of your mind? Do you think I had anything to do with this shit? I'm part of this fucking town. My mother and sister are part of this town. My brothers were here when that shit went off. I don't have shit to do with this. If you want to arrest someone, find out who the fuck did this to my family." I snarl down at him, and the snarky smile on his face tapers away.

"You're going to need to come down to the station and give your statement." Sheriff takes a step back and straightens his back. Now the fucker is trying to be professional.

"Yeah, well, if you haven't noticed, there's a lot that I have to do here, so unless you're going to haul me off right now, I'll have to do that another time." I glare, daring him to say another word to me. When he turns to walk away, I rush over to the largesliding door of the church. Everyone who sits at the table and is not hurt is standing there waiting for me.

I take my seat at the head of the table and wait for everyone else to do the same.

There are two chairs empty, Spike and Creek. Spike was under that mess, so I expected him to have to go to the hospital, but where the fuck was Creek.

"Creek?" I look over at Rumble. As the Sergeant at Arms, he's the one that is supposed to make sure that when I call for church, everyone shows the fuck up.

"He has something going on with his head. The medics said he needed x-rays and shit." Rumble reports.

"Shit, okay." I run my fingers through my hair and lean forward. "Someone needs to tell me what the fuck happened. I need answers. Was this one of the guests? An accident? Someone attacking us? I need to know who the fuck I have to kill." I rake my eyes across the members at the table.

Nothing.

Not a peep from anyone.

"What the fuck!" I jump out of my chair, and it scrapes loudly across the ground. "How the fuck does something like this happen, and no one see shit?"

Lash clears his throat, "I didn't see anything, but from the blast pattern, I would think the bomb was set off from the outside," he speaks up.

If there's anyone who'd know about this shit, it's Lash. "Fine, who was outside?"

"Spike, Saint, Creek, and Zero." Rumble looks down, "Nisa was out there as well."

I close my eyes, and a still image of her blood-soaked hair pops into my mind. I should've made fucking sure she left. "Has anyone called her mother yet?"

"No, I'll do it." Rumble offers.

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