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Hack approached him. “Mountain will you help load Baldy’s bike up on the tow truck. They’re heading to the hospital. A bunch of us are going to meet in Berrington at the gas station and figure stuff out.”
“Sure boss.” Mountain glanced at the woman and saw she had walked away from them with her son in her arms. Damn, he wished it was a different circumstances.
With too much to do and no reason to just stand around, he helped load bikes on flatbeds and wondered how many would head to the hospital.
Baldy’s bike was first, then Shark’s and Ax’s bikes onto the tow truck. Shark and Ax had serious enough injuries they had to go to the hospital as well, even if it was just for a quick check and road rash cleaning. It was a damn shame the driver of the pick-up wasn’t hurt more. He felt like going over there and punching the man for what had happened today.
A larger wrecker came out to help with the semi, most of the Steels and women were on their bikes, so he headed over to his.
Cinnamon was leaning on the seat, uninterested in the carnage they’d all witness.
Bored in a way that made Mountain a bit annoyed. Maybe she was trying to stay out of the way, not add to the damage and issues. “Are you ready?” he asked.
“I’ve been waiting for you. Let’s go. We’re all meeting at the gas station in Berrington to figure out what is next.” Letting out a big sigh as if her day had been inconvenienced by the stop she said, “This ride is over as far as I’m concerned.”
He was pissed, almost to the point of making the bitch walk, but that wasn’t his way and they were already down three bikes as it was. “Get on.”
Cinnamon wrapped her arms around his waist he started his motorcycle and fell in line after Hack and Lil’ Mama, who was riding Cass’ Harley. Glancing back, he saw Hollywood doing what the man did on the regular, running the damn show with Onyx at his hip.
Crossing over the median, they made their way toward Berrington, he watched as the little Nightingale loaded her kid back in the minivan then turned to gather herself. Fatigue on her face, as she stripped the gloves from her hands and tossed them into a bag.
