Page 13 of Nightmare

Shaking my head in confusion, I blurt, “What?”

“It’s a long story, but, I need someone to come and get me. Can you come down?”

Pushing to my feet, I tell him I’ll be right there. It’s late, and I don’t even want to begin to imagine what he has gotten himself into this time. I quickly change out of my pajama top but leave the pants. Pulling a tank top over my head, I shove my hair into a ponytail as I rush out the front door to my car.

Arriving at the police station, I notice a few bikes parked in the darkness beside the two police vehicles that are there. Not thinking too much about it, I push through the front doors and see an officer standing with two bikers. Two bikers from the same club Western runs. Coming to a stop, I stare at the two men. They’re tall, equally as terrifying, and both of them look directly at me when I enter the station.

“You related to that prick in there?”

The man speaking is a large biker, built of solid muscle, with a beard, sandy blond hair, a lip ring, and tattoos creeping up his neck. His eyes are a mix between green and yellow, and to look at, he takes your breath away, but to speak to, terrifying. It doesn’t help that he has dried blood on his chin from a split in his lip, and the beginnings of a black eye can be seen. Taking a step back, I glance at the officer, praying he’ll intervene and help me out here.

“Ahh,” I go to say.

“Leave it, Blue,” the officer says, “I’ll get it sorted.”

The man he’s calling Blue, turns and glares at him. “You had better.”

With that, the two bikers leave, slamming the door behind them. The loud rumble of bikes can be heard a moment later before they take off into the night. I can only assume they were talking about Leo, and it makes me cringe thinking of what he might have done to make a biker so angry.

“You must be here for Leo?”

I blink, and glance at the officer. “Oh, right. Yes.”

“This way.”

He signs me in, and I stand by a desk as he scribbles a few things on some forms he prints out, then he leads me to the holding cells. Leo is sitting in one to the far right, and when he notices me, he launches to his feet, rushing over and curling his fingers around the bars. His face is all busted up, and so are his knuckles. One of his eyes is so black, it’s nearly completely swollen shut. “You came.”

I narrow my eyes, letting him know I’m more than a little pissed that I’m doing this.

“What the hell did you do? Have you seen your face?”

“Nothing major. It was just a fight.”

I glance at the officer, who doesn’t say a word.

“You were fighting with bikers?” I whisper-hiss.

“It wasn’t intentional. I’ll explain in the car.”

I step back with a sigh, and we go through the process of signing him out. Once we’re done, we make our way out of the station and to my car. I can’t help my eyes roaming the streets as I unlock the doors, wondering if those bikers are going to show up again. Clear, for now, we climb into my car, and I start it, turning in my seat to slowly reverse out.

“Explain yourself,” I order.

“That biker, Blue, or whatever the fuck his name is, said something to me, and it rubbed me the wrong way, so I hit him.”

“You hit a biker?” I squeak. “You do know they travel in packs, right?”

Leo snorts. “And?”

“And it doesn’t seem smart to mess with them.”

“I’m not messing with them, I was messing withone. Surely he’s not going to get his little gang to come after me. I think he can fight his own battles.”

“He seemed pretty angry,” I point out.

Leo waves a hand. “He’ll forget about it in no time.”

“You should be more careful,” I mutter. “Your face is pretty banged up.”

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