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they held themselves when they rode. It was still present even when they were
relaxed and riding, this aura of I’m a badass and I know it surrounded
them at just about all times.
    The exception to this rule? Pain. Which is exactly what
Pretty-boy, Thirteen, Chris was holding himself with.
    “Thirteen, what’s wrong? Where’s Axe? Where’s Corbin? What
happened?” I called, making strides in his direction. He shut off his bike with
a groan and lowered the kickstand. He didn’t have his mask or goggles on, and
his face was red and purple and swelling. He bled freely from a cut on his
cheek and the corner of his mouth was crusted with dried blood as well.
    I scooted under his arm and he leaned on me as he dismounted
his bike. He kept his left arm snapped in tight against his body, which told me
clearly that his ribs hurt. He was heavy, and we staggered for the door. And as
much as I loathed the man, I did the only thing I could. I opened my mouth and
screamed.
    “ Pen! Pen, help!! Help me! ” It was Skid who popped
out the back door.
    “Jesus Christ! What the fuck happened!?” he clattered down
the steel steps and took Thirteen from me. My shoulders sighed with relief as I
let the bigger, stronger man take over.
    “What the fuck is going on out here!?” Griz bellowed. “You!”
he pointed at me, “Answer me!” I swallowed hard. I hated being the center of
attention, but I stepped up.
    “I don’t know, I was taking out the trash and he rode in
alone. I saw him go out with Axe and Corbin a few hours ago, and here he comes
back alone and I could see he was hurting. I don’t know what happened. I didn’t
know what else to do.”
    “Stop your fucking babbling woman, that’s enough. You’ve
patched guys up before, yeah?” he demanded. I nodded mutely, biting my lips
together. “Then get your ass in here and go to work bitch!” More club members
had come outside and they were helping get Pretty-boy to one of the couches. I
dashed back into the clubhouse and got the first aid kit, which was really a
big black and yellow plastic tool box, from the office.
    Skid blocked my way briefly in the hall. “You did good, Kid.
Give ‘em a minute to talk to the prospect and find out what went down before
you show your face,” he suggested and gave me a worried sweep of his eyes. I
nodded and followed him to the edge of the common room. I kept back in the
shadows of the hall, near the bathroom doors, and waited until it was okay for
me to show myself. I listened to the men talk.
    “What happened, Pretty-boy?” Pig-Pen growled.
    “The place was one big fucking trap!” Thirteen gasped,
“Fucker had a shotgun rigged pointing at the door, Axe kicked it in and it blew
a hole clean through his chest! Corbin, he didn’t wait, he went right in and
the Bleeding Heart got the drop on him. I pointed my gun, but he had one
pointed at me and it was a standoff.” I could hear him panting through the pain
for a few moments while he tried to fight it back down so he could keep
talking.
    “I think he got a call or a text off while he was hiding in
the kitchen, ‘cause the next thing I know, I got a gun barrel pressed to the
back of my skull and what was supposed to be three of us on one of them
became three of them on me. I thought I was a fuckin’ dead man for
sure,” he groaned.
    “Why the fuck they let you live?” Pig-Pen demanded,
and it was a good question. I tucked myself against the wall and continued to listen.
    “They wanted me to deliver a message. Told me to say that the
shit stops here and now. That they didn’t start this, but they damn sure were
gonna end it. Then they told me that once I’d delivered the message that they’d
better never see me in a Suicide Kings prospect’s cut or wearin’ your colors,
because they’d fuckin’ kill me.”
    “You sayin’ you want out?” Griz asked.
    “Fuck no! Fuck those fucking fucks, man!” He made a pained
sound and that was my cue.
    “Where the fuck is