Fighting Dirty (Blind Jacks MC Book 2)

by J.C. Valentine

  FIGHTING DIRTY

  A Blind Jacks Novel

  By J.C. Valentine

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  FIGHTING DIRTY: A Blind Jacks Novel by J.C. Valentine

  Copyright © 2017 by J.C. Valentine

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  FIGHTING DIRTY is a work of fiction. All names, characters, places and events portrayed in this book either are from the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, establishments, events, or location is purely coincidental and not intended by the author. Please do not take offence to the content, as it is FICTION.

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  Books by

  J.C. VALENTINE

  Night Calls

  Stranded

  That First Kiss

  Surrender to Love

  Trust

  Wayward Fighters

  Knockout

  Tapout

  unDefeated

  Blue Collar

  Sweetest Temptations

  Noel: A Blue Collar Christmas

  Forbidden

  Dance for Me

  Lie to You

  Fall for Him

  Forbidden Valentine

  Spartan Riders

  Grit

  Mettle

  Vigor

  Brash

  ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS

  What to say…It’s been a hell of a year! If you’ve been following me on social media, then you know life has thrown me my fair share of curveballs. It was SO HARD to work through it all to get to this point while I tried to regain my edge. I think I’ve got it back now, and I’m so proud to be able to deliver this hot and spicy new series to you, my readers! Thank you so much for your kindness and patience. You’re the best <3

  I would be remiss if I didn’t thank my family and friends. Mom, Mitzi, Mia, Holly, Cheryl: you have been the anchors in my life. You’ve kept me strong, even through (numerous) moments of self-doubt. You’ve kept me focused and cheered me on every step of the way. Thank you for never losing faith in me even when I did. There aren’t enough words in the world to describe how much I love and appreciate you.

  Finally, I have to thank my kids, because they’re my driving force in this world. Everything I do, I do for you!

  CONTENTS

  Chapter 1 Nursing a Brother

  Chapter 2 Compare and Contrast

  Chapter 3 Serenity

  Chapter 4 Finding Work

  Chapter 5 Church

  Chapter 6 Betrayed

  Chapter 7 The Hardest Part

  Chapter 8 Strange Happenstance

  Chapter 9 Dark-eyed Baby

  Chapter 10 Tending to His Needs

  Chapter 11 Dark Dreams

  Chapter 12 Lock the Bitch Up

  Chapter 13 Hear Me Roar

  Chapter 14 Church and Relaxation

  Chapter 15 Gingerbread Surprise

  Chapter 16 Executing a Plan

  Chapter 17 Ladies in Waiting

  Chapter 18 Information is Power

  Chapter 19 On the Run Again

  Chapter 20 Unexpected Guest

  Chapter 21 Rough Sex

  Chapter 22 Fighting Dirty

  Chapter 23 Momma’s Sleeping

  Epilogue

  About the Author

  Connect

  ~ Tiffany ~

  Hearing a gunshot, Tiffany ran to her vehicle and grabbed her medical bag from the back. Racing back in the direction the sound originated from, she was intercepted by one of the brothers and hustled into the MC clubhouse instead. Clutching her soft-sided first-aid bag, she came to a staggering stop inside the back room.

  The sight unfolding in front of her was nothing short of alarming. Ace was lying on his back across a pool table, and Ryder was standing over him, plugging a hole in his thigh with a pool stick. The table was covered with copious amounts of blood, and if that wasn’t bad enough, black bats and Halloween streamers hung down around the arguing pair, like a not-so-funny comic backdrop.

  Stumbling over a hay bale, she ignored the pumpkin that went rolling off to the side and slid to a stop beside the pool table. “This is not proper compression procedures for a wound, babe,” she chided Ryder.

  Jerking open her bag, Tiffany snapped on a pair of rubber gloves before shooting the love of her life another disapproving glare. “Why in the hell did you take the first-aid class, if you weren’t going to take it seriously?”

  Jerking back, Ryder stared at her indignantly. “Don’t look at me like that, doll. I tried to push on it with both hands, but the blood wouldn’t stop gushing out all over the damn place. The stupid fucker’s got abnormal goblin blood or some shit. I swear, it was fightin’ to get out of his body. What the hell am I supposed to do with that? Pluggin’ the damn hole up is the only thing that worked.”

  Tiffany shook her head and mumbled, “Yeah, you’re a freaking hero, babe.”

  Quickly pulling out a sterile pad and some clamps, she climbed onto the table to have a look for herself. Pulling slightly at the skin around the pool stick caused blood to pool again, and Ace groaned in pain.

  “It sounds like the bullet may have nicked a secondary artery. You’re simply compressing the artery at the injury site. Plug it with your finger next time.”

  “No fuckin’ way.”

  Unsure exactly what was up with the stubborn set of Ryder’s jaw, Tiffany insisted again, “I’m serious. It’s less likely to damage the artery and soft tissue.”

  His face contorted into an expression of absolute disgust. Jesus, what was his problem?

  “You gotta be kidding me, doll. I ain’t about to stick my finger in some dude I don’t even like.” Her big, beautiful biker was looking at her as if she was ten kinds of crazy.

  Ace’s furious voice filled the air as his hands white-knuckled the sides of the pool table. “Fuck you, man. I don’t even think of you as a brother.”

  Ryder smacked him roughly on the side of the head and bent down to look him in the eye. “Of course you don’t. You ain’t a brother until you earn your bottom rocker. Till then, you’re just a snot-nosed prospect.”

  “I’m the only snot-nosed prospect around here who’s done a dime, so fuck off.”

  Climbing up to get a better look, Tiffany scolded the squabbling men. “Knock it off, both of you.” Cutting her eyes up to Ryder, she gentled her voice. “Ease up on the pool stick, baby. I’m going to try and clamp off the artery. This is so far beyond my ability, I don’t even have words...”

  The moment he pulled back, a tiny arc of blood squirted from the wound. Using forceps, Tiffany quickly clamped off the artery and got to work stabilizing him for transport to the local emergency room. Her time as an ER nurse came in handy hanging around with this wild bunch of bikers.

  Glancing up at Ace
’s handsome face, she saw he had three dots tattooed beside one eye and a tiny teardrop inked on his cheek. She vaguely remembered Ryder saying that meant he’d killed someone in prison and led a crazy life. Then again, that statement could pretty much describe every man in the club, including her beloved Ryder.

  She frowned as she continued to work on his wound. “I thought you two were finished shooting each other up.”

  Ace darted a quick glance from Ryder back to her. Licking his lips, he admitted softly. “I…uh…kind of shot myself.”

  Tiffany noticed the little drops of sweat beading up on Ace’s forehead and the tightness around his mouth when he spoke. His gaze slid away she tried to catch his eye.

  “Let me guess. You were cleaning your gun, and it accidentally went off.” That was always the story when someone got shot, and nobody wanted to give up the details.

  Ace’s eyes jerked back up to hers. “Hell no. I pulled the trigger, and there was a delayed discharge. I thought it was a misfire. When I brought the gun down to open it up, a bullet came out and hit me in the leg.”

  “I see.” Tiffany could almost imagine that in her mind’s eye. Since there was a ring of truth to his tone, she let it go and continued cleaning and packing the wound.

  “It burns like a bitch.”

  Ace’s exasperated words tugged at her heartstrings. Since they’d do a drug screen when he hit the emergency room, however, it would not be in his best interest to have illegal pain killers in his system. That meant all she had to offer was empathy and fast transport to a doctor.

  “There can be particles of burning and unburned powder embedded in your skin. Gunpowder residue can feel like burning. Because the gun was so close to your body when it discharged, you caught a little more of it than usual this time.”

  “Are you gonna stitch me up?”

  “Your artery is damaged beyond my ability to repair. You really do need a good surgeon.”

  Smiling up at her, Ace’s expression was more like a grimace. “I’d rather you do it. You have a nice touch.”

  Ryder cuffed the injured man on the side of his head yet again. “I already told you not to get friendly with my old lady, you stupid fucker.”

  Shooting Ryder a frown, Tiffany turned her attention back to Ace. “I’m a registered nurse, not a physician. I know you wouldn’t want the artery to collapse at some point in the future when you’re running for your life, now, would you?”

  He groaned pitifully when she taped the wound closed over a stack of gauze. “No, ma’am, I sure wouldn’t.”

  “Want me to drive you to the hospital?”

  Ryder grunted as he jumped down off the table and turned to offer her a hand. “You ain’t driving him anywhere, ‘cause I don’t trust this stupid fucker any farther than I can throw him. I already called for an ambulance.”

  Letting Ryder help her back down off the pool table, she didn’t object when he pulled her in for a light peck on the lips. Looking up at him, she smiled. “You two have practically been joined at the hip lately, so I’m not buying all that BS about hating him for a minute.”

  Shoving a strand of hair back out of her face, he looked into her eyes. “Don’t act like you know me, baby girl. I’m a dark, mysterious fucker. No woman knows what’s going on inside my head.”

  Rolling her eyes, she pulled back. “Keep telling yourself that, handsome. Meanwhile, I’ll just keep learning all your secrets.”

  “Ain’t no good can come of that, babe.”

  Ace’s exasperated voice cut through their conversation. “Hey, there’s a dying man right over here. Any plan for how to deal with that problem, lovebirds?”

  Stepping back, Tiffany gestured toward the door. “Go look out for the ambulance and get them in here as soon as possible. I don’t feel comfortable moving him.”

  “Sure thing, babe.” Turning to face Ace, Ryder pointed at the man. “Do not touch my pretty little nurse, you filthy fucker.”

  Ace immediately reached out and touched her arm with one bloody finger.

  Punching the palm of one hand with his fist, Ryder turned to leave, muttering under his breath, “Can’t wait for a certain stupid fucker to get patched up so I can pound him into sawdust.”

  Shooting Ace a dark look, Tiffany began tossing the bloodied bandages and ripped packages into a nearby trash can. “You sure do love to keep my man perpetually pissed off at you. Mind if I ask why you do that?”

  Easing to a sitting position, he kind of shrugged. “If it weren’t for arguing with the dumb fuck, I’d have no one to talk to.”

  Moving to his side and helping him to stand on his good leg, she replied, “That’s not true. I see the other club members talking to you all the time.”

  “They talk at me, not to me. I’m the stupid, pathetic fucker wearing the face of a child rapist. Ryder is the only man in this club willing to look me in the face when he talks to me. How’s that for fucked up?”

  Grabbing her bag, she frowned at him, remembering someone mentioning his twin brother and the drama that hung over him like a dark cloud “It’s got to be hard on you, sharing your face with someone like that. Who’s older, you or him?”

  Glancing away, he grunted. “I’m three and half minutes older and a whole fucking lot less of a demented freak. Not that it matters to anyone around these parts.”

  A small, timid voice sounded off from the doorway. “It matters to me.”

  Turning, Tiffany saw Ryder’s teenage sister standing there in her Halloween outfit. She had dyed her hair black and was wearing a cute, black shirt with long, flowing sleeves, and black jeans. The black witch’s hat sitting proudly on top her head and the wooden, hand-carved wand were the only indicators that she was supposed to be a witch. Tiffany panicked.

  “Rose, your parents will not be happy that you came into the clubhouse. You know the rules. Amscray before they find you in here with him.”

  Ace rumbled, “Forget her parents. Ryder will lose what little is left of his mind if word gets back to him that his little sister was in here. Turn yourself around, young lady, and head on back out to the barbecue.”

  Planting her hands on her hips, Rose stared the huge man down. “Don’t talk to me like I’m a child. I’m sixteen now.”

  “You’ll be a grown up when you’re twenty-one. Now get the hell outta here, kid.”

  Regardless of the words he chose, Ace’s voice took on a soft quality when he spoke to the teen, and Tiffany realized he was afraid of hurting her feelings. He refused to look at her as silence spun out between the two of them.

  Tiffany didn’t know what to do, and things were already getting absurdly awkward. “Rose, will you see if the ambulance has arrived? They don’t always come in with sirens blaring.”

  Nodding, the young teen turned on her heel and walked out the door, her long, black hair catching the wind and floating behind her like a cape. The sunlight rushed through the door, casting strange, creepy shadows of the Halloween decorations on the floor that slowly diminished as it drifted closed.

  Whirling around to look at Ace, Tiffany demanded, “What was that all about?”

  Ace huffed. “Who the hell knows. After the shit my brother pulled on her, she needs goddamn therapy, if you ask me. Of course no one ever asks me shit. Why in the hell do I feel like I could run circles around this building?”

  “When the human body sustains serious damage, it releases adrenaline and endorphins to dull the pain and give the person the strength to fight or flee. It’ll wear off before long, and you better pray you’re in front of a doctor when it happens, because that’s when the pain kicks in full force.”

  “Jesus, you sound like a walking medical encyclopedia.”

  Their conversation was interrupted by several volunteers from the local ambulance service barreling through the door. After checking Ace over and hearing Tiffany’s rundown on what was beneath those bandages, they elected not to tear them off. Loading him carefully onto a stretcher, they eased him into the back of a wait
ing ambulance. It all happened so quickly, Tiffany didn’t have time to ask to go, leaving her behind with worry niggling at the back of her mind that the clamp would fail, and he’d bleed out if the EMS workers weren’t careful.

  Watching the oversized vehicle kick up dust as it made its way up the long, dirt road, Tiffany wondered if they were taking him to a hospital or some local doctor. If he went to the hospital, law enforcement would automatically be called because it was a gunshot wound. She didn’t think the club would welcome getting questioned by the police. Private physicians were more discriminating, and the more rural ones usually only called if they suspected foul play. It didn’t really matter, though, since he hadn’t nicked the femoral artery. As long as he got treatment by an actual physician, she suspected he’d be just fine.

  ~ Tiffany ~

  A shadow suddenly appeared beside hers on the pavement. “Did my brother shoot him?”

  Tiffany’s mind raced with possibilities. Did the young woman want her abuser’s brother dead? Had Ace wronged her in some way? Why would she be insinuating herself into this particular situation?

  Without looking at the teen, Tiffany asked quietly. “Did you want him to?”

  Grabbing her arm, Rose forced her to make eye contact. “Are you crazy? Why would I want something like that?”

  Tiffany didn’t respond immediately, deciding instead to give the girl a hot minute to calm down. Finally, Rose let go and let her hand drop to her side. Tiffany cleared her throat. “No, Ryder didn’t shoot him. Ace’s gun misfired when they were shooting targets out back.”

  Rose blew out a relieved breath. Clearly, the young woman recognized shooting as a favored pastime among the MC brothers. Rather than commenting on the accident, Rose careened unexpectedly in a different conversational direction. “Ace didn’t do anything to me. Why does everyone keep treating him like he did?”

  Chewing her lip, Tiffany paused to think of the best way to explain the situation to the angry young lady. “Ace looks a lot like his brother. I suppose, for some people, it’s a constant reminder of what his brother did to you.”