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“Fuck. That’s a lot of blood. Kytten, run and get the room ready. Sandman, carefully pick her up and follow me,” the beautiful woman with jet black hair and dressed in calf leather said. “Syrena, call Magyk. Tell her I need her now!”
Hurrying into the clubhouse, I followed Valhalla, the President of Nyght Nymphs MC, one of the few all women MCs in the United States and one of the biggest, badass group of women I’ve ever met. All professionals in the medical field, the Nyght Nymphs MC, spent their off time helping abused and battered women and children run from their abusers. With a series of safe houses around the world, the Nyght Nymphs were part of a larger network and the first to stand between good and evil.
“Put her down there, Sandman,” Kytten ordered firmly, walking over with a butterfly needle in her hand.
“I’ll do it,” I said quickly, taking it from her. “Help Valhalla get her ready.”
“You certified?” Kytten challenged.
“Yes,” I flatly said, taking Sunny’s arm, quickly inserting the needle, before attaching the tubing to the saline bag.
“Magyk is two minutes out!” Syrena shouted, rushing into the room as she hurried over to the sink to wash her hands.
Cutting Sunny’s clothes off, Valhalla asked, “What do we need to know, Sandman?”
“She’s pregnant, almost twelve weeks now. She was in a nasty accident and almost lost the baby. Doc in Tennessee had to do a cervical cerclage.”
“Shit,” Valhalla cursed. “I bet she ripped the fucking stitch. What the fuck was she doing on the back of a Goddamned bike?”
“We didn’t have a choice, Valhalla,” Wraith said from the doorway. “We barely got away as it was.”
“I don’t want to fucking hear it, Wraith. You men always have a fucking choice and despite that, you still fuck everything up. Everyone with a fucking penis, get the fuck out while I try to save this baby!”
“That means you too, Sandman,” Kytten said, walking over to me as Magyk rushed in.
“Not leaving her.”
“Solomon,” Kytten softly said. “I know you’re worried. We are too, but Valhalla and Magyk can’t do what they need to do if you are in the way. I promise you I won’t leave her side.”
Shaking my head, I held onto Sunny’s hand, refusing to let go.
“It’s my fault.”
“Come on, big guy. The bar is stocked. Go sit with Wraith and the others,” the young woman said, removing Sunny’s hand from mine as she escorted me out of the room.
The second the door shut, the warmth of the sun left my body, leaving only darkness and bitter cold.
“It’s all my fault.”
As the darkness surrounded me, something familiar rose deep within, as everything around me faded into nothing, until all I felt was the devil inside... the Sandman had commeth.
That night, just south of Vegas,
“If you don’t sit the fuck down, I’m gonna put a bullet in you,” one of the Satan Angels said angrily.
“Someone’s watching us,” a young kid whispered, looking around into the darkness.
“Ain’t no one there, just your imagination. Now sit the fuck down!”
Fucker should have listened to the kid.
He was right.
The Sandman was watching.
“Can’t wait to get my hands on one of those fucking cunts,” another said, grabbing his cock, rubbing his hand against it as others laughed and nodded.
“Heard from Drip. He and the boys in Oklahoma are just waiting for the Prez’s Ol ‘Lady to show her face. Fucking Diamondback pussies are cowering like little cunts behind their gates. Gonna be fun times when we take over their clubhouse and make their women our whores. Drip is rubbing his dick raw, dying to sink into Reaper’s ol’ lady.”
