‘Bound not by blood but loyalty.
We live, we ride,
and we die by our own laws’
“What the hell was that?” Wrath drops his gun on one of the tables, while Ruckus moves furiously toward the bar.
“Where the fuck is Polly?” Sinner tuts, already digging his finger into the hole in his shoulder impatiently.
“Whoa…you don’t wanna get that infected. Rocco’s knocking for her now,” I tell him, moving behind the bar to pour everyone a fuckin’drink.
“Jeez, Sasq, how much do you fuckin’ weigh?” Vike’s voice comes out strained as he struggles through the door with Sasquatch leaning on his shoulder for support. “Anyone around here feel like helping a brother out?”
“I gotcha,” Wrath heads over, slipping himself under Sasquatch's other arm and heading to the pool table.
“Boss, the blood’s pissin’ outta him. We should get him to hospital,” Vike points out.
“Relax, I called Quinn.” Raze shakes him off, marching straight toward me and knocking back one of the whiskeys I’ve poured.
“Quinn?Quinn?She deals with the fuckin’ dead,” Sasquatch growls as the others help lift him up onto the pool table. Wrathis right, the blood’s flowing from his leg far too fast, and he’s starting to turn really pale.
“That mess is beyond what Polly can fix.” Now he’s steadied himself, Raze turns back around and heads over to assess the damage, and I follow, taking a bottle of Jack with me.
“How bad is it?” Sasquatch snatches the bottle I hold out to him and glugs it straight to the back of his throat.
“Pretty fuckin’ bad,” Raze tells him, stripping outta his cut so he can pull off his shirt. “You’re lucky that fucker never cut through an artery.”
“Who the fuck were they?” Wrath takes the shirt from Raze and rips it down the middle before he starts wrapping it tightly around Sasquatch's thigh.
“I don’t know, but they sure didn’t want us completing that run for Burlusconi.” Raze is looking full of fuckin’ fury.
“Got it.” Sinner’s voice chimes out proudly, and when I turn around, I see him smiling as he holds the retrieved bullet between his blood-soaked thumb and finger.
“Who needs Polly, huh?” He laughs as he heads behind the bar and pulls out the first aid kit. I watch him take it over to the table and chair in the corner, then brace himself before pouring the liquid alcohol straight into his wound. I’m a little surprised that he even flinches. Sinner has the luxury of not feeling pain; I’ve always assumed it’s part of his condition. Though Saint doesn't share the privilege, he has to feel all the repercussions of Sinner’s actions when his personality takes over.
“I told you to wait,” I snarl back at him.
“C’mon, you know Polly’s gonna get here and tend straight to Huggy Bear. I got this covered.” I watch him fumble his blood-dripping hand through the first aid box and march over to him.
“Whatcha looking for?” I rip it from his hands.
“A golden fuckin’ ticket… What d’ya think I’m lookin’ for, Dev? I need to close this up.”
“Just have some fuckin’ patience, we got Polly and Quinn on their way.”
“I can fix that.” A tiny voice comes from behind me, and when I see Lettie, the mother of Saul’s kid, standing among all the chaos, I’m a little shocked.
“I heard all the commotion, figured I could help.” She steps forward and takes the box from my hands. “Makes a change from lying awake and overthinking.” She smiles sadly. Lettie’s been staying here at the club since Saul died, and I guess the fact that her father was to blame for it is the kinda thing to keep you awake at night.
“Where’s the kid?” I ask her, knowing how protective she is of her son. Rory is all we got left of Saul, and since our fallen brother can’t be here to ensure he’s safe, we’re all taking on the responsibility of making sure he’s got everything he needs.
“Angelica was awake, I asked her to sit with him. I figured you guys might need me.” She roots around in the box, eventually pulling out some thread and cutting it to size with the scissors. “I’m no expert, but I’ve stitched up a few Reaper bullet wounds in the past,” she assures Sinner, calmly.
“I’m more concerned that you left your kid with Angelica. That bitch can’t even take care of a fuckin’ dick.” Sinner laughs at her.
“Rory’s fast asleep, all she has to do is call me if he wakes up. I’m sure she can manage that.” She starts cleaning up his wound.
“Dev, get over here, we need help holding him down,” Ruck calls over. Looking up, I see that Polly and Quinn have both arrived and are fussing around Sasquatch.
