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“She got in the way, wasn’t aiming at her, never dreamed a woman would willingly take a bullet for a man. Guess you got a strong one there. Better keep hold of her.” He replied like he was drunk, slurring his words. “Why did you hit the bike’s tyres? It was more than popping tyres. You ran to see where he landed and tried to take him out.” Spat Dozer was more upset over the incident than I was.
“He was supposed to lose it on the road, but he managed to control it longer than anyone I have known, only to be bucked off at the last minute, when all the speed had washed off; that was a little disappointing.”
“Who is funding you?” Cora asked, not the way we had questioned him; we asked who sent him. Didn’t think of it as funding, but it could be taken that way.
“Drake.”
“Whose Drake?” Cora asked softly, her voice like a siren, calling the fisherman to their deaths, in those storybooks.
“Guy from the pub gave me twenty grand to pop one of the bikers. Anyone, he wasn’t fussy, wanted a feud to start.”
“How will he know you were successful?” Cora continued, her voice never shaking or showing signs that this was difficult for her.
“He’s here, somewhere, in the club, saying he will find me when he sees you all a mess over a member’s loss.”
“Have you seen him since coming here?”
“Yeah, he was at the gate when we arrived. I saw him, but he didn’t see me.”
“Thank you, kid, rest now,” Cora said. If we had used her yesterday, we might have known about this earlier. I wonder if having Cora shot counts as the trouble being enough.
We left the cells and headed upstairs. Cora let me carry her back to our room, where she put her bag away, and I removed her bandage. It was looking good, already. I was surprised at how quickly her thigh was healing. She took a shower to wash off the smell of the cells, and I waited for her to call out that she was done. I felt she needed this time alone in the shower/
The kid said the person, Drake, didn’t care who he took out.
I thought about who was at the gate, and the name Stacks came to mind immediately. We have been having problems with him, and we already thought he might be someone involved. What was his name, before Patched?
I couldn’t for the life of me think of it; I never had a high opinion of him, even before he was patched. Oddball will know, if I am right, that guy will not lose his patch; he will lose his life. You don’t live after trying to take out a brother. We are not known for being a violent club, but we can be when provoked.
Cora POV
The cells were about what had expected, cold and damp, and stunk like urine, vomit, sweat and blood. It was cleaner than I thought it would be, and the air vents did a reasonable job, but that smell can never be removed; it’s permeated into the stone walls over the years of use. I didn’t like that the shooter was so young, and I get the feeling that it was one of the club members who caused this. That’s sad and sickening at the same time. I was in the shower, washing the stench off. As my mind thought over what he said, he recognised a person at the gate. How did he see him? Was he not in the back of the van? I have no idea, as I was out cold, but I was sure that I saw him being thrown in the back of the van before I blacked out, or was that a dream?
Gunner came when I called out that I was done. I could hobble out, but that would make Gunner angry, so I did as he asked and called him. He lifted me with ease and carried me as if I were precious cargo.
“Gunner?” I called his name after he placed me on the bed, and was taking the wet towel to the hamper.
“Hmm?” He looked up at me questioningly.
“If that kid was in the back of the van, how did he see the people at the gate?”
“I was thinking the same thing, he wasn’t in the van you and I were in. Maybe he could see out the window; the other van has a side window. The guys might not have sat in the back with him, and he sat up to see where we were taking him. He had a bullet in his kneecap, so he wasn’t running anywhere, or the men at the gate might have looked inside, in which case, he knew we had the shooter, and might be worried he would be fingered. Get to bed, I need to go tell Oddball this.” He gave me a soft kiss, tucked me in and left me alone with my thoughts.
It was only just after lunchtime, and way too early to sleep, but I was so drained that sleep might find me, Gunner must have thought I needed to rest. I am not that weak a woman. Am I?
That man was so young; he didn’t look anything like what I imagined a shooter would. I expected to see an older man, jaded because of what life had dealt him, but that lad had hardly seen life; he wasn’t that much younger than me, and I am only twenty-three.
It was a waste of life, because I couldn’t see them letting that boy leave here alive, not when he was shooting at them, and doubt they would hand him over to the authorities, because it could raise a few questions, even though the club hadn’t been doing anything wrong, it was still hard to explain away why they didn’t call them in, when the accident, happened. I get it, I might not know much about club life, but even if it weren’t a club, explaining why you did what you did, when it occurred, would be the same kind of problem for us all. I think their coming out and attending to my injury kept me alive, when waiting for an ambulance might have had me bleed out.
So while I saved Gunner’s life, the club saved mine.
I would call that even.
Sleep must have found me. I was snuggled up under the blankets, holding Gunner’s pillow to me, the smell of him strong on it. When the door opened, I was awake immediately. Turning to see who had entered, I was glad it was only Gunner
“Hey, did you get any sleep?” he asked, coming to me carrying a tray.
“Yeah, what time is it?” I stretched my arms over my head, and Gunner’s eyes dropped to my chest, a smirk twitched on his face before masking it.
“Three o’clock.”
“Wow, I must have been tired.” I sat up, and Gunner placed the tray on my lap.
“Are you eating with me?” It looked like a lot of food for just me.
“I have eaten, but if you can’t eat it all, I can polish off what you don’t eat.” He sat on the bed beside me and watched me start to eat.
“Oddball, said that the man couldn’t have seen anyone at the gate, so he must have seen him once we unloaded him from the van, and got confused. Maybe he had met him once at the gate, and that had his mind muddled up.”
