Page 56 of Savage Ends
“I need a car and I need it now.Rusty’s been hit.”He gave a quick rundown.Before he ended the call, Bull said Grant was on his way.
“What the fuck do you think this is?”Rusty asked.“A new enemy?The fucking cartel?”
“The cartel,” Pat said.“For fucking sure this was a cartel hit.How are you holding up?”
“Like I’ve been fucking shot.Pieces of shit.”Rusty growled.“I don’t like this, Pat.They’re on our turf and we didn’t even fucking know it.Pieces of shit.”He kept saying the same insult over and over again.
It wasn’t long before Grant arrived, entering the garage.“I’m here.”
Pat grabbed Rusty, who groaned.
“Holy shit, you weren’t kidding?”Grant asked.
Pat went from zero to a hundred in his rage, and after he got Rusty into the back of the car, he took one look at Grant and threw a punch.He didn’t hold anything back.Grant went down to the ground with a thump.
“What the fuck was that for?”
He was tempted to hit him again, but Pat had a motto for club brothers.When they were down on the ground, he stopped.He only hit them when they were on their feet.Now, it was a completely different story as to whether or not they were even prepared to take a hit.It wasn’t up to him to teach them to have their own backs.
“Kidding?Seriously.You think I’d joke about this.”
“I was just saying.I didn’t fucking mean it.Don’t you say shit in the heat of the moment, to try and cut through the tension?”
“Rusty is shot and bleeding, in case you haven’t seen.The garage just got fucking shot up, and you think this is the appropriate time tocut through the tension.”He tried his best to mimic Grant’s irritating voice.
“Well, with the way you’re behaving, I’m guessing not.”
Pat shook his head.
Grant was already on his feet.
“Look, I know you guys have a love-hate relationship going on, but can I just ask you guys to focus on me?You know, the guy that got shot, and it is really starting to fucking hurt.”Toward the end of his speech, Rusty started to yell.Gone was the man who would laugh about his itchy balls, now he was a man in pain.
Grant climbed into the driver’s seat, and Pat rushed toward the passenger seat.Once inside, Grant pulled out, and they didn’t go to the hospital.That wouldn’t be safe.There was only one person they could go to and they rarely bothered him.It happened to be Pat’s father.
An old, retired Chaos and Carnage MC member, who was known as the Doctor, or Doc.He was a man in his seventies, but had retired out in the middle of nowhere.He was out of the club, out of the life, and Pat rarely went to see him.
Doc had been part of the club during Bull and Grant’s father’s reign.He had seen the club flourish and go to shit.Pat was aware of his father disagreeing with the Prez at the time, and for that he got hurt.He got a nice long scar across his cheek that had disfigured half his face.It hadn’t stopped his mother from loving him, though.Nothing could have stopped their parents.Until one of the man’s last jobs was to put a bullet inside Doc’s wife’s forehead, right in front of him.This happened before Bull killed his father.
Doc had lost everything.After it was all done, Doc quit.He took everything he had, sold it, and retired.The only time he came to play was when one of the boys was seriously injured, like right now.
His father had also served time in the army, and he’d been one of the finest medics at the time.A great doctor, who could have gone on to do good things.Only, the war had messed with his mind, and instead he became a medic to a group of bikers, a full-fledged biker member, and it was the life Pat grew up in.
“Your dad is going to be pissed,” Rusty said.
Pat didn’t say a word.
It had been a long time since he last saw his father.The first time had been when he got off his tour of duty, and that was it.They argued.His father believed it was time for him to take life seriously.To forget the club, find a place, a nice girl, settle down, start a family.
Doc always said family and the club didn’t mix.Not that he could blame his father’s reasoning.After all, he lost his wife to the club.
The club also cost him the ability to father children as well, or at least that is what his father would say, one too many times of getting shot.Pat recalled the guys talking, it never stopped Doc from fucking, but they always assumed he got shot in the balls.It wasn’t.Pat knew his father had a low sperm count.Still, his mother never left.
He recalled how the two of them were together.Always in love.Always finding an excuse to touch one another, to love one another.It was really quite beautiful.
Pulling into the abandoned driveway, Grant slowed the car down.
Rusty groaned.“No, don’t fucking slow down.Speed the fuck up.”
