Keeping the Biker's Oath (Dogs of Fire: Savannah Chapter Book 5)

by Piper Davenport

  “Anything?” Lyric asked.

  I shook my head. “No. Liv hasn’t activated her GPS either, so I’m really worried.”

  “Okay, let’s not borrow trouble. We’ll worry when it’s time to worry.”

  I nodded and sat on one of the sofas, setting Sebastian down in front of the Duplo blocks.

  Olivia

  “WHERE ARE WE?” I asked Bonnie.

  She was now sitting up against the wall, her bleeding under control, but missing one of her front teeth. “Warehouse on Lathrop and Butler.”

  It was the weekend, so not a lot of traffic, which meant no one would hear us scream. Although, there were no windows in this room, so I doubted anyone would hear us scream regardless.

  “Is there anything sharp in this room?” I asked.

  “There’s a piece of metal sticking out of the pole over there, but other than that, no,” she said. “I tried to get the restraints off, but I couldn’t get the leverage to saw at them.”

  I studied the pole, found the metal, and turned my back to it. “How long did you try?”

  She shrugged.

  “Let me guess. Two-point-five seconds?” I sneered.

  I thought about pointing out what a lazy bitch she was, but I held back, figuring I’d just be adding insult to injury.

  I hooked the zip-tie under the metal and yanked up. I could feel it give a little, but it wasn’t breaking easily. I tried again and it gave a little more, so I gave it one more tug and it gave way enough for me to pull my right hand out. I turned my back on Bonnie, activated my GPS, then turned to face her again. “Any ideas on how to get out of here?”

  * * *

  Doc

  It had been silent for several minutes, so I took a chance and opened my eyes slightly. I was alone in a room with one transom window that let very little light inside. But it was enough to see the damage to my arm. A bullet had taken a huge chunk out of the muscle, but I didn’t feel metal still inside, which meant it was a through-and-through. It had also stopped bleeding. This was a good thing, but it still hurt like a mother.

  They’d taken my gun, my phone, and my switchblade, but my boots were still on my feet, so I hoped they might have left my hidden blades. I reached into both boots and sighed. They were gone.

  Fuck.

  The Spiders weren’t stupid. Fuckin’ reckless, yes, but stupid, no.

  I rubbed the back of my neck and tried to think.

  Jesus, if they hurt Olivia or the babies, I was gonna fuckin’ kill Sugar. I didn’t much care about the consequences.

  * * *

  Olivia

  “Will you help me with my ties?” Bonnie asked.

  “No.”

  “Why not?”

  “Because I don’t trust you,” I said, walking the perimeter of the room, trying to find a way out. There wasn’t one. It was locked up tight, and I was beginning to lose hope.

  “I’m not going to do anything.”

  “Bonnie, you’ve done nothing but try to fuck with my life, so forgive me if I don’t believe a goddamn word you say.”

  “Liv—”

  She didn’t finish her bullshit plea, as the door was slammed open and she let out a scream. I dropped to the ground and folded myself over my belly to protect my babies. I was hauled to my feet and I came at the person swinging. Kicking as hard as I could.

  “Jesus, Liv, it’s me,” Doom said. “I got you.”

  I fell against him, and he wrapped an arm around me, guiding me out of the room.

  “Where’s Doc?” I demanded, stopping and digging my feet in.

  “Alamo’s gettin’ him. Gotta get you out, sweetheart, okay?” he said, trying to get me to move. “Don’t make me carry you outta here.”

  “I need Doc.”

  “I get it, but we’re on a limited timeframe, Olivia.” He tightened his hold and dragged me outside, handing me off to Rabbit. “Back to the compound,” he growled, and Rabbit nodded.

  “What about Doc?”

  “Get in the truck, Liv,” Doom ordered.

  “I want to wait for Doc.”

  “I don’t have time to stand here and explain why you can’t fuckin’ wait for Doc,” Doom growled. “Get in the goddamn truck!”

  “You don’t get to speak to me like that, you fucking Neanderthal!”

  “Liv, we gotta go,” Rabbit said. “If anything happens to you, Doc’s gonna fuckin’ kill every one of us. Will you let Doom do his thing?”

  Doom had already headed back into the building and I tried to follow, but Rabbit grabbed me and dragged me away.

  “Jesus, woman, you’re stronger than you look.”

  “Give me a gun,” I demanded.

  “I’m not giving you a gun,” he said, opening the passenger side of his pick-up.

  “Rabbit, I need to get back—”

  He grabbed my arms and squeezed. “Listen to me. You are not going back into that building. I am taking you back to the club where you will be locked down and safe. If I deviate from that plan, Doc’ll have my nuts in a sack. You are pregnant, Olivia. You have to think about the babies. Protect them. Let us worry about your man, okay?”

  I blinked back tears, but he was right. I couldn’t barrel in there, shooting willy-nilly and expect to come out unscathed. I nodded and climbed up into the truck, letting him drive me back to the compound.

  Rabbit walked me inside and then left again, and I was suddenly surrounded by my women.

  Jasmine hugged me first, then checked me over. “Are you okay? What happened?”

  “I’m okay,” I said, although, I wasn’t entirely sure that was true. The adrenaline hadn’t worn off, so I could be hurt and not fully be aware.

  Willow hugged me next, then produced a pair of scissors and cut off the other zip-tie. I’d completely forgotten I’d been wearing it.

  For the next two hours, I filled them in on everything that had happened, including giving Lyric a play-by-play on exactly how badly I was going to hurt her man when he got back.

  She rolled her eyes. “Sorry, babycakes, that’s him in protection mode. And I agree with him, so I’m on his side. I can’t believe you thought about going back in there…and I’m pissed Joey was part of this. Swear to Christ, that boy’s gonna get the full brunt of my irritation.”

  “I did warn him you’d be on the warpath.”

  Lyric shook her head. “He doesn’t realize I’ve been checking up on him, and I’m fixin’ to go deeper. That little bastard isn’t gonna know what hit him.”

  I nodded. “Please refer to him as ‘Little Shit’ going forward.”

  Lyric chuckled. “No problem.”

  I rubbed my arms as I paced the great room. “Where the hell are they?”

  Willow stood and wrapped an arm around me. “You should sit down, honey. You look really pale.”

  “I don’t want to sit down,” I hissed. “I want my man back here safe and sound.” I shook my head. “Sorry. I don’t mean to snap at you.”

  “If you need to snap at me, you go right ahead,” she said. “I can take it. But I’m going to put on my mom voice and insist you sit down now.”

  She guided me to one of the recliners and plopped me into it, but I immediately stood back up. “I can’t. If I sit down, I’ll break down.”

  “I’m going to see what I can find for dinner,” Willow said. “Guys, watch her, please.”

  Jasmine and Lyric nodded, while Quin followed Willow to help with the food.

  “Liv, I get—”

  “Olivia!” Doc bellowed, cutting off whatever Jasmine was going to say, and I made a mad dash for the sound of his voice.

  He walked in, Doom and Alamo flanking him, and I threw myself into his arms. “Are you okay? What happened?” I pulled back and began to inspect every inch of his body. “You were shot. How bad was it? Are you still bleeding?”

  “Baby, I’m okay,” he said, taking my hand and guiding me down the hall and back to his clinic. “I need to check you and the babies.”


  “Stop!” I yanked on his hand.

  “Liv, get your ass in the clinic before I lose my shit. I need to make sure you don’t have any injuries. You can freak out once I know you’re okay.”

  I let him lead me into the room and climbed up onto the exam bed while he turned on lights and set up the ultrasound machine. I pushed the waistband of my jeans down and he squirted gel on my belly, then pressed the wand gently on top, all the while saying nothing. I bit my lip, watching the screen as he moved the wand right, then left, then down, before turning the sound up and letting out a sigh of relief. “Two strong heartbeats,” he said.

  “They’re okay?”

  “They look fine,” he said, moving the wand a few more times before cleaning me off, and turning off the machine. “Now, let’s check you out. Up,” he directed, and I sat up.

  He made me get completely naked and investigated every new bruise and bump, concerned about a laceration by my eye, but it had stopped bleeding ages ago. Willow had put triple antibiotic ointment on it and covered it with a bandage.

  “You can get dressed, sweetness,” he said, and I dragged my clothes back on, then forced him to endure my own examination.

  “I need to put a stitch in that wound,” I said.

  One of the things I’d learned from being with a biker doctor was how to do basic first aid and sew up minor cuts. Since his was a little worse than ‘minor,’ but not something he wanted reported to the cops, I knew he’d need someone to take care of it.

  “Staples’ll be fine,” he said.

  I nodded, grabbed everything from the supply drawer, and patched him up as quickly as I could because he refused any kind of anesthetic.

  “Where’s Milky?” I asked.

  Doc shrugged. “He’s here somewhere.”

  “Is he okay?”

  “Pissed off and ready to kill Linda, but, yeah.”

  “She made a mistake,” I said. “I highly doubt she even realized she was telling Bonnie anything confidential.”

  “Well, I plan to find out.”

  I finished bandaging his wound, and then I was in his arms and completely losing my mind as the shock wore off and I was able to process everything that happened.

  “I thought you were dead,” I cried as I gripped his shirt, sobbing into his chest. “And Doom was a total dick. I’m gonna rip his fucking head off.”

  “Okay, first, it’s hard to kill me, Liv,” he said. “And second, if Doom had let you back in that building, I’d have fuckin’ ripped his head off, so you may want to decide if this is the hill you want to die on.”

  “Don’t make light of this, Tristan.”

  “Not making light of it. I’m dead serious. He’s my second, baby. If I’m gone, he’s Prez.”

  I shivered. “I’m going to be sick.”

  He released me and I rushed for the bathroom. When he tried to help me up, I swatted at his hands. “They shot you!”

  “I know, baby.”

  I stood and washed my hands, then rinsed my mouth out. “They tried to kill all of us.”

  Doc leaned against the doorframe, giving me space. “I’m aware.”

  “Did you fuck them up?”

  “A couple of them, yeah. Sugar was long gone. As was Snapper.”

  “I want them dead, Tristan. Dead. But, like, totally fuck with them before you kill them. Make them hurt.”

  He smiled. “Come here.”

  I went there, wrapping my arms around him and burying my face in his chest.

  “How did your lip get cut?”

  Oh, right. My lip. I’d forgotten about my lip.

  “I pissed Sugar off.” I met his eyes. “But you knew that already.”

  He grunted, closing his eyes.

  “Did you see him hit me?”

  He opened his eyes again and they burned with rage. “Yeah.”

  I slid my hands up his chest. “Thank you.”

  He stared at me and I knew he was holding back his anger.

  “If you’d come at him then, he would have killed you in front of me. You know that,” I said. “I’m okay and you’re going to get your chance for vengeance, honey, but thank you for not doing anything in that moment to get yourself shot.”

  He dropped his forehead to mine. “I’m gonna rip his dick off.”

  “Promise?”

  He smiled slightly. “Yeah, sweetness. I promise.”

  I hugged him. “I love you so hard.”

  “I love you, too.” He cupped my face and stroked my cheek. “I don’t like how pale you are. I need you to eat.”

  I closed my eyes, taking a few deep breaths to push away the nausea. “I’m not hungry.”

  “I’m gonna need you to try.” He slid his phone out of his pocket and answered it. “Hey, Raquel.”

  Raquel was his baby sister. She was fifteen years younger than him and the oldest of Doc’s half-siblings. She currently lived in Colorado and was finishing up her degree.

  “Jesus, now? Your timing is perfect, darling sister. I’ll send Rabbit to get you.” Doc groaned. “His dick is off-limits, understand? I don’t give a fuck. He touches you, he dies, even if you instigate it. In a heartbeat.” He squeezed his eyes shut. “It’s why I get paid the big bucks. Yeah. Serious as a heart attack. He’ll be drivin’ my truck. Okay. Bye.” He hung up, and after sending a text, he slid his phone in his pocket. “My sister’s coming for a few days.”

  “Is that a good idea?”

  “No,” he said. “But she’s here, so I can’t very well send her back.”

  “No, I guess not.” I smiled. “I’m okay, honey. So are the babies.”

  “I’d feel a fuck of a lot better if you’d eat.”

  “Okay. I’ll try and eat something,” I said. “Besides, I believe I have a Connect Four game to lose to Kinsey.”

  He smiled, but I could tell it was forced, and kissed me. “I’m still debating if I should take you to the hospital.”

  “I’m good. You said so yourself. You’ve given me an ultrasound, checked every bruise and bump on my body, and done everything they’d do at the hospital.” I cupped his face. “I don’t want to go anywhere right now. I want to stay here where I know both of us are safe.”

  “If anything—”

  “Changes, I’ll let you know,” I interrupted. “I promise.”

  “Come on, let’s see if we can’t get some protein into your body,” he said.

  I nodded and we headed back to the great room. Doc made his way to the kitchen, while I sat in the overstuffed chair next to the sofa where Jasmine and Alamo were snuggling.

  “Is that Raquel?” Jasmine asked, nodding toward the door to the foyer.

  “Probably,” I said, just as Raquel walked over to us, Rabbit right behind her.

  Doc’s sister was a stunning brunette, petite, curvy, with big blue eyes, and I could tell Rabbit was having a hard time keeping his eyes off her. I’d imagine he was probably having a hard time keeping his hands off her as well.

  “Room for one more?” she asked, hugging me, then, Jasmine.

  “Always,” I said.

  “Where’s Tristan?” she asked.

  “He’s making food.” I glanced up to see Doc walking toward us with a plate and a soda.

  He grinned, handing me the food and drink, then hugging his sister. “How was your flight?”

  “It was fine,” she said. “But I’m kind of tired. Do you care if I turn in?”

  “Not at all,” Doc said. “You know where you’re going?”

  She grinned. “Unless I can sleep in the bunny hutch, then yes.”

  “Jesus Christ,” Doc hissed, and I bit back a laugh. “Go to bed. Your shit’s already been taken up to your room.”

  “Thanks, Tris.” She kissed his cheek, then hugged me. “Night.”

  She headed upstairs and I glanced at Doc. “Was that weird? Raquel never goes to bed before ten. It’s barely nine o’clock. You should go make sure she’s okay.”

  “If she needs me, she’ll tell me,�
� he said, sitting beside me. “Eat.”

  “I’m eating.” I rolled up a piece of turkey and popped it in my mouth. As soon as I took the first bite, I was suddenly starving and finished the plate.

  “Good girl.” Doc grinned, handing me my prenatal vitamin and an anti-nausea pill. “Better?”

  “Yes. Thanks, honey.”

  Doom and Lyric walked in, Doom carrying a baby monitor and I couldn’t stop myself from glaring up at him, even though I wasn’t really pissed at him anymore.

  “I’m not apologizing,” he said, sitting on one of the overstuffed chairs and pulling Lyric onto his lap.

  “Well, you should,” I said. “You were rude.”

  He nodded. “No doubt. And I’ll do it again, should the circumstances be the same. Respect the fuck outta you, Liv, but I won’t kowtow to you if you’re doin’ something that’s going to put yourself in danger.”

  I wrinkled my nose. “Well, you’re a dick for not doing so.”

  He laughed. “Noted.”

  I stood and made my way to him, leaning down to kiss his cheek. “Thanks for getting us out safe. I love you.”

  “Love you too, sweetheart. And you’re welcome.”

  “Okay, the babies want ice cream,” I said. “What do we have?”

  “Mint chocolate chip’s in the bottom freezer,” Willow said.

  “This is why I love you best,” I said, and headed into the kitchen.

  Olivia

  “DOC!” I HISS-PERED, grabbing his arm in the dark.

  “Fuck!” He sat straight up with a growl. “What’s wrong?”

  “Sorry, nothing. Oh, god, honey, sorry.” I tugged on his arm. “The babies are just moving, and I can’t get comfortable. I didn’t mean to freak you out.”

  “Jesus, woman, don’t do that.” He turned on his nightstand lamp and rolled to face me. “Are you having any pain?”

  I shook my head, taking his hand and settling it on my belly. “Feel.”

  As if they knew they needed to show their dad they were okay, both moved inside me and Doc teared up a little as he leaned over and kissed my belly, then me. “You sure you’re not having any pain?”

  “Not in my belly, no. I’m stiff and sore, but normal car crash kind of stuff,” I assured him. “The babies feel good.”