Page 49 of Grace's Redemption
I drove to the main gate and waited as it opened.
I looked to my left and my right.
I wasn’t sure where to go.
Right would take me to Maryland and North and West, left would take me to Virginia and East. I needed to be everywhere and nowhere. I turned left.
I didn’t dare drive too far. It would be suspect if Papa Scott’s truck was found in a city far away. It was best for me to ditch it closer. I drove out to the outskirts of town to a small biker bar Papa and Mase warned me to stay away from.
I parked near the back of the parking lot and watched.
The place wasn’t crowded. I waited.
I soaked through my bandage quick. The blood pooled in my lap. It scared me.
Scared of dying in this truck alone. Scared to leave. I so badly needed a friend.
Or maybe two.
I spotted a couple of bikes a little off to the side. I recognized the emblem.
A few minutes later, they walked out of the bar hand in hand. Dana had a grin on her face and James rolled his eyes.
I climbed out of the truck. I put on a jacket I found in the back seat and grabbed the duffle bag. I put the gun in my pocket and shuffled over toward their bikes.
James sat on his bike and pulled Dana into him and kissed her. The scene brought tears to my eyes, or maybe it was the pain in my side.
I reached out to steady myself on a bike parked near them, but I misjudged and stumbled to my knees.
I cried out.
“Whoa.” I heard James said. He pushed Dana behind him and had his hand on his piece.
“Grace.” Dana pushed past James and knelt down next to me. “Oh my god.” She lifted my jacket.
“We have to get you to a hospital.”
I shook my head.
“It’ went right through.” The words came out in shallow spurts. I took a deep breath. My lungs burned.
“Well, we can at least take you to the clubhouse.”
“No.” I grabbed Dana’s jacket. It was pretty pink and black.
“Why not?” She asked.
“They did this to me.”
Dana gasped.
James pushed past her and bent down and lifted me up.
“Let’s go.” He said and sat me on the back of his bike. “Can you hold on?”
I nodded.
“Where?” I asked as he climbed on his bike. I clung to him with one hand, while keeping pressure on the wound.
