Page 33 of Shade
Menace goes with Killer to grab the two running bastards.
“Don’t fucking move motherfucker,” Manic laughs. “Drop to your knees and put your hands on your head.
Manic points his gun at a skinny fucker.
“Tie up the bastards,” I say, kneeling on the ground.
“Roxy,” I say, moving my hands around her body before I move her.
Torque grabs the motherfucker arms and pulls them back, using the plastic ties.
“Get the fuck up,” Torque growls, pulling the biker.
“I can’t fucking walk,” Biker shouts.
“It sounds like it’s your fucking problem,” Torque growls.
Killer and Menace return with the two motherfuckers.
“We got them,” Killer says.
“Let’s get them in the cage, shut them up, and let’s get gone,” I growl.
I gather Roxy into my arms and walk to the van. I get into the seat, and the Brothers throw the fuckers in the back.
Torque, Killer, and Menace gag and tie up their legs.
“Brother, hurry,” I growl.
“We’re going to lock the motherfuckers up,” Manic says.
“Hurry,” Killer says, looking at Menace. “I called Prez to have Slash ready.”
“Thanks, Brother,” I say, looking at Roxy.
She looks pale, and she’s out. Her face is bruised and turning black and deep purple.
The drive back to the clubhouse was a fucking haze. I get out of the van before with Roxy and run into the clubhouse.
“Open the door,” I yell.
My Brother Killer enters the code and opens the door.
I run into the secured area to the medical area. Slash rushes over with the bed gurney, and I place her on it.
“Put her on the gurney,” Slash says and rolls her to a room.
“Brother, please, please take care of her,” I say, crossing my arms.
“Shade, calm down. Slash will take care of her,” Pixie says, holding my arm.
My chest is fucking tight, my eyes burn. I want to fucking cry, but I can’t.
I’m a fucking Satan Warrior!
I walk over to stand at the door, watching Slash examine her.
I swallow the knot in my throat and cross my arms.
