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I kicked the door open, and the loud music and chatter of the rest of the club enveloped us. Slade was dangling from my shoulder, trying to keep himself propped up. Some of the guys stopped what they were doing and looked at us. I could see Elwood at a table with Crawford and the others, and he looked over and met my eye.
“Someone call my mother. He needs fucking stitches!” I barked on top of my lungs.
Blaine Salzburg had one more night to live, because lucky for him, my MC always came first.
Chapter 22
Commando
“I feel alive!” Slade shook his head wildly, while Mom stood in front of him, with a needle and thread in her hand. She was losing patience but her motherly feelings towards the members of the MC was shining through. King was sitting behind Slade, trying to keep his head still while she stitched the wound on his forehead.
Slade reached for the shot of whisky Big D had placed beside him on the counter. He tipped his head back and chugged it down.
“Wooohooo!” he cheered, his eyes wild with the pain and the drugging effects of the whisky. This was his third shot.
“Be still or I tell Big D to hold the drinks!” Mom snapped at him.
“You need to get stitched up brother,” King tried to pacify him but Slade snapped his fingers in the air again, trying to get Big D’s attention. I could see Dad and Crawford in the background talking.
“Hold fucking still, Slade!” I barked at him and he smiled toothily at me. King held down his shoulders while Mom brought the needle to his eyebrows.
“I’ll tell ya, this is going to hurt,” she said and pierced his skin with the needle. Slade clenched his jaws and I saw him gripping the edge of the counter, but he wasn’t going to scream. No matter how painful this was.
“What happened?” Elwood had appeared behind him now and Slade tried to crane his neck to see.
Mom smacked his cheek, as hard as she used to smack mine when I was a kid and Slade looked back at her apologetically.
“They jumped me,” he said.
“Who?” Elwood asked him, crossing his arms over his chest.
“Black Skulls. I was at The Pussycats, collecting the dues from Mac,” he said, in a more sobered down voice now. I could see that he was reliving the moment.
“Dues? Our dues?” Elwood asked and Slade nodded his head. His movement made Mom flick her hand on his cheek again, and he held still.
“Were you alone?”
“I was at the back, leaving. Mac had just handed me the dough,” Slade said, his eyelids fluttering with pain while Mom dug the needle into his skin again. He gritted his teeth to stop from crying out and Elwood exchanged looks with m
e.
“How many of them were there?”
“Three. Those three motherfuckers from the warehouse,” Slade said, looking at me now and I clenched my jaw with rage. King was shaking his head behind Slade. I knew what he was thinking. We should have popped them when we had the chance. But we didn’t have a chance. We were fucking outnumbered!
“They took the money, of course,” Slade added and I heard Elwood grunt under his breath.
“There. You’ll be good as new in a few days,” Mom said, stepping away from Slade now to admire her handiwork. Slade reached for another shot of whisky in reaction and downed it and smacked his lips.
“Didn’t feel a thing,” he said and Girth let out a bellowing laugh.
“You might want to wipe the tears from your cheeks first, brother. It’s ruining your makeup,” he said and King laughed too. Slade was still smiling. This smiling motherfucker!
“Come back to me in seven days, Slade. Those stitches need to be removed before they start messing with your skin,” Mom said and wiped her hands with a rag.
I watched as she patted Elwood’s shoulder and threw me a look and nodded her head. No matter how much she disapproved of our lifestyle, she was always going to be there for her husband and for the boys. I smiled at her reassuringly, but she was straight faced. She didn’t find the situation as amusing as Slade did.
“I’ll see you at home,” she said and Dad leaned in to plant a quick kiss on her cheek and then slapped her behind when she walked away from him. I rolled my eyes and looked away.
