by Lake, Rae B.
I grabbed her as soon as I could and heaved her out of the well.
She wrapped her arms around my neck and just broke down on my shoulder. I held her as she came to pieces. She shook and sucked in big gasping breaths of air.
“We should get her to the hospital,” Clean said from beside me. I looked over her shoulder to see the pain in his eyes. He always did have a soft spot for the ladies, never wanted any of them to cry.
I tried to stand her up, but she refused to let me go. “Clean, unravel the wire from my hands.”
The cloth had created a buffer, however, some of the barbs had gone through the fabric buffer I’d created. He’d been doing this for me for years and knew it had to be removed slowly and carefully. I waited until he had freed it all and I put my hands under the frail Keeley, lifting her.
“Clean, take my piece, both of them. I’m going to take her to the hospital, and I don’t want to be carrying when I’m with Keeley.”
“You got it.” He reached against my back and into my boot and took the guns. He would keep them safe for me until I would be able to retrieve them. The last thing that I needed was to get stopped by any pigs while I was carrying.
“Come on, Keeley. We gotta get you fixed up.” I looked down at her leg and could see that her ankle was at an odd position. I had no doubts it was broken, none at all. Her hands and forearms were raw in some places from her attempts at climbing up the wall. I felt so horrible for her.
Before I could even make it back to my car, Keeley was already out. She was exhausted.
Clean had his bike so he couldn’t take Max, so it was up to me to get him back home and her to the hospital.
I drove as fast as I could.
“Easy cowboy.”
Somewhere in between me dropping Max off at their house and speeding towards the hospital, Keeley had woken up, sort of. Her eyes were still closed, but at least she was talking.
“Sorry, I just want to get you there as fast as I can.”
“I’d rather get there in one piece, please.” She tried to smile. Her dry lips cracked, and she whimpered slightly.
I knew I shouldn’t, but I couldn’t help myself. “Keeley, how in the hell did you do this to yourself? Are you that much of a ditz?”
“Don’t be an ass.”
“It’s nature, not a choice.”
“I didn’t do anything. If I hadn’t been running from your buddy Scotty, I would’ve seen the stupid well.” She opened her eyes, her glare was unmistakable. She closed her eyes again as I let her words wash over me.
Scotty did this to her? If the Tears of Chaos are after her, she pretty much is a dead woman. This is my fault. Fuck.
I gripped the wheel as tightly as I could, my mind going a million miles a minute. If Scotty thought what I did to him before was bad, he couldn’t imagine the pain that I was going to inflict on him this time. Poor Scotty just signed his death certificate.
Wire
“Prez, let me talk to you for a minute.” I stormed into the club. I had left Keeley at the hospital. She was having surgery on her ankle. Luckily she hadn’t needed any screws or plates in her ankle, she would just be wearing a cast for the next six weeks. The Doctor said she was a very lucky lady. I tried to sit there and wait for her to come out of surgery, but the fact that my rival club was the one to do this to her had me needing to do something. I couldn’t just sit there, and I knew that I couldn’t retaliate against them without Prez’s permission. I wanted that permission and I wanted it now.
“Wire, what the hell do you have on?”
I looked down at my handed down hospital property t-shirt. It was white, so bright the color hurt my retinas.
“Yeah, long day. I want to kill Scotty.”
Prez blinked a few times. He was not expecting this type of conversation, especially from me. I rarely had any input into who we were going to take out. However, I wanted this more than anything, and I didn’t want to go against Prez’s word to do it.
“Don’t you think you fucked that boy up enough?”
“No way near.”
“Don't tell me this has anything to do with that fucking girl.”
I turned around to face my Prez, and with as much respect as I could muster, I said, “This has everything to do with that fucking girl.”
“I told you before, don't bring any outside problems into this club.”
“And I wouldn't have brought it to you, but the club has brought problems to her.”
“What do you even mean by that? What are you talkin’ about, Wire?” I could see that he was intrigued by what I had to say. Prez was never someone to turn down a brother just because it went against what the club was doing at the moment.
“That little fuck Scotty and a few other pussies from Chaos followed her to her work site and chased her until she fell into a well. Then they had the nerve to leave her there to die. I know she means nothing to this club, but that woman saved my life. I'll be damned if I'm going to let her be beaten and traumatized just because she was trying to help me. I take any attack on her as a direct attack on me. So are you telling me that I can't defend myself?”
Prez turned around to pace behind his desk. “I can understand where you're coming from Wire, but I know that if you go after him, it'll be full-out war. I have to worry about the other brothers.”
I could feel the anger beginning to rise inside of me. I wanted to take action and I wanted to take it now. I was torn between seeking personal revenge and staying true to my club.
“I know I can't keep you from going after that boy, but give me a few weeks to get everything settled, and then I'll make sure he's delivered straight to you” He was throwing me a bone, promising me revenge even if it wasn't right now.
I was never one who needed instant gratification. I could wait to make Scotty scream again.
* * *
I walked back into the hospital, hoping that Keeley was either still sleeping or just getting out of surgery. I had so many questions to ask her about what went down, but more than anything, I wanted to make sure that she was truly okay.
It had taken everything inside me to drive straight here and not make a detour to the Chaos Club. It had just dawned on me when I walked in that I had no idea where Keeley was staying in the hospital. I walked up to the administration desk to see if they would give me any information about her and if she was out of surgery.
I stood there for about a minute, and the little girl didn't even bother to look up to acknowledge me.
“Yo!” I called out like she was sitting on the other side of the room instead of right in front of me. If she was going to act like she was blind, maybe she was deaf too.
First, she looked at me like I was a piece of shit, then when she realized I looked like a tasty treat, I saw the lust begin to fill her eyes. Usually, it would take me within fifteen minutes to get her up out of her chair and into a utility closet someplace. However, today I had someone more important to look in on.
“Oh yes, what can I do to help you?” She asked me while she licked her lips, giving me her best ‘fuck me’ eyes.
A quick fuck would set my mind at ease.
I had to shake the thought out of my head as soon as it popped in. I was pretty sure she was no different from any of the bunnies back at the club. I'd hold mine until I got there.
“Yeah. What room is Miss Juric in?”
“Are you family? A brother?” She asked, almost wishing out loud that I wasn't attached to the woman that just got out of surgery.
“No. I’m not her brother. Yes, I’m family, and that's all you need to know. Now, are you going to tell me where she is, or are we going to continue with this game?”
She seemed a bit disappointed that I wasn't playing more into her flirtation, but I really didn't have the time.
“Yes, of course, she's in room 637.”
I turned around before she could even get a full smile out. I made my way toward Keeley's room, and I was surprised to see that she was a
wake. She was tired though, I could see it in her eyes.
“What are you even doing awake? Shouldn't you be sleeping or some shit?”
“I hate it here. I want to sleep in my own house.” She crossed her arms over her chest and pouted, looking the other way.
“Well, princess, you’re stuck here for a few days.” I tried to lighten the mood. It didn't seem to work for her, though.
“Dillon, don't play. I want to leave.” A lone tear fell down her cheek.
Great, now she's crying. What the hell am I supposed to say about this shit?
“So, do you want me to leave, or what's the deal?”
“No, you jackass, why would I want you to leave?”
“Hell, I don't know. You seem upset. Usually, when I leave, things get better.” At least, I knew they got better for me.
“No, you leaving is not going to make it better. I don't want to be alone here. The last time I was in a hospital, my mother died. I hate it here.”
“Fine. What do you want me to do?”
“You can start by just talking to me, you know, like a normal person.” She rolled her eyes and looked away from me. “I mean, if you don't want to stay, by all means, you can leave. Though I wouldn't mind the company.”
“I'm good. I can stay here for a little while if you like, but then I got to head back to the club and catch up with Clean.”
“Did he come too?”
“To the well? Yeah, he came to help. If I didn't know any better, I’d think Clean has a little crush on you.”
“Is that so? Well maybe next time I'll ask him out on a date instead?”
“Have at it.” I didn’t know what she was trying to pull, but no one was going to get me to be jealous of one of my brothers.
“Ouch. You really don’t care, huh?”
“Not in the slightest.”
“Well, that’s good to know.” She turned away from me again.
Does that mean that she does? I hope not. I didn’t sign up for that shit.
“So, tell me what happened at the site?” I asked to get her mind on something else besides what we were currently talking about.
“Yeah, well I went to the site like usual but didn’t realize they were following me until it was too late. I know better. I should have been looking out.”
“Why would you be looking out for the Chaos crew?”
“Not just the Chaos crew, anyone. It’s better to keep a vigilant eye than to get caught out there exactly like I did.”
“I guess.”
“Any way they followed me there and once I saw they had weapons, I took off. They followed, and I fell into the well.” She shrugged like it was no big deal. A few hours ago, she almost died because of them. It was a big deal.
“It looks like I have to apologize to you again.”
“No, you didn’t do this. No apologies from you. Besides, they’re painful to hear.” She smiled a little.
“Well, they’re also painful to give.”
“Do we know if they will come back?” She asked.
“I have no idea, but I have a good feeling that they will.”
I watched her sigh a shaky breath, putting her hand on her head. She was worried. I would be too if I weren’t around, but they weren’t going to get to her again.
“I’m not leaving you alone. Not until I am sure they won’t be back. Do you understand?”
“What are you talking about? What about the club?” She looked up at me a little bit hopeful.
“They are just going to have to get along without me for a while. Besides, we are all on eggshells right now, we are on the cusp of war, and Prez doesn’t want anyone doing anything.” I ran my hand through my hair. I wished that we could just end them all, but I guess that was a fight not everyone wanted.
“So what, you’re just going to be my bodyguard until they go away? How weak is that.” She huffed and crossed her arms again.
“I promise I am more than capable of dealing with any of those fucks.” I puffed my chest a little. Did she think I was a pussy or something?
“It’s not you. I am sure that you could take on the whole army. It’s just that I haven’t needed a bodyguard for a long time. I vowed never to need one again, and here you are, a new bodyguard. I feel helpless, and I don’t like it.”
A new bodyguard? What the hell was she into before?
“Well, it’s only for a short while, promise.”
“You can stay as long as you like.” She smiled before she moved on to the next topic.
We stayed in the hospital for three days before she finally put up enough of a fit that the doctor agreed to let her go home if she had twenty-four-hour care. I slept in the chair each of those days, and Clean came over for a few hours a day while I went and showered and stopped by to feed Max. I was feeling totally at ease with her, and she was easy to talk to. We talked about sports, and it turned out she was a big football fan. We talked about movies. I was a big action fan. Finally, she got me to watch some of the superhero crap movies that came out recently, and I found myself more interested than I would have liked. I could get down with Ironman.
She almost ran out of there when the doctor signed the paperwork to say that she was free to go.
“Keeley, slow down. They’re going to make your ass stay here if you fall or some shit.” She was on her crutches, and she was wobbly to say the least.
“You’re right. Where’s the stupid chair?”
I pulled the wheelchair up behind her, and she plopped down into it.
“Great, I need you to go sixty straight out the front doors. Let’s go. Vroom Vroom.”
I laughed at that one. She was a strange girl. I left her parked in the hall while I walked to the desk to see if there was any paperwork that needed to be signed or taken.
“Does she need anything before she leaves?”
The same girl that was there the first day looked at me with those same ‘fuck me’ eyes. Now she had cherry red lipstick on.
I wonder what that would look like wrapped around my dick.
I didn’t shake the thought away this time; I let it sit.
“Dillon, are we ready?” Keeley called out from down the way. Impatient.
“Yes, Dillon, are you ready?” The sound of my name from the girl’s mouth threw a bucket of ice water on my lust. I didn’t like it coming from her mouth; it sounded ridiculous.
“Paperwork?”
“Yeah, here you go.” She reached down and got a few sheets of paper, which I guessed were Keeley’s prescriptions circled a few things and wrote a few others down.
She handed the stack to me, and the first thing I saw was her phone number in the corner of one of the pages. She had no way of knowing if Keeley was my wife or something. Some people had no class.
“May I have a pen?” I asked and watched her face light up.
I scribbled on the paper and tore it off and handed it back to her. I turned but not before I could see her face fall into a scowl at the sight of her number crossed out and the words, “Not even with my brother’s dick” written down next to it. Maybe that would drop her down a few pegs.
I took Keeley in her new ride and we headed back to her house.
* * *
I spent the next few days sleeping in Keeley’s guest room. The place was bigger than I thought, and I was glad for that. I had no idea how comfortable that couch would have been. But besides the strange roommate situation that we had going on, we were a lot less close than we had been while she was in the hospital. She pretty much stayed in her room, and I stayed in mine unless she called me. We had meals together but didn’t talk about much.
“Dillon, can you come here?”
“For what?” I yelled back. I was watching a movie and really didn’t want to move. I had been in a pissy mood since I had gotten here and couldn’t figure out why.
“I need you to get something, please. I can’t reach.”
I sucked my teeth and got out of the bed. Why the hell would she pu
t something somewhere she couldn’t reach? That was stupid.
I walked into her bedroom and had to stop in my tracks. She had a deep green robe on, soft cotton. My dick sprang to life immediately. She must have just gotten out of the shower. It smelled fresh in her room like washed hair and rain. She didn’t even turn when I came into the room, and I could see her on her one good foot tip-toeing in her closet. Her breasts were covered but pressing against the fabric of her robe. I bit my lip as I fought the urge to pick her up and throw her on the bed. I wasn’t here for that.
She finally realized that I was in the room with her. “Oh, Dillon, can you get this for me, please? I ran out.”
I walked up behind her and saw what she was pointing at, it was body oil, and it was on the top shelf of her closet among about a million girly products. Why would you need that much bubble bath?
I reached up from behind her and my cock just barely grazed her backside. I rolled my eyes in pleasure.
What the fuck is this?
I hadn’t felt this type of want since I was thirteen years old and I first figured out that if you rub your dick, cum shot out.
“Do you see it?” She asked when I hadn’t retrieved it.
“Yeah, give me a fucking second.” I was harsher than I wanted to be but I couldn’t help it.
“Sorry.”
I pulled the oil down and tossed it into her hands. She turned while I was still in that tight space with her. Her robe the only thing that was keeping her body away from my eyes. I looked quickly at the area near her breast, they were still covered so I couldn’t see them, but I could definitely see the shape of them. They were large, sitting up, and her nipples looked like they would just cut through the fabric at any second.
“Well, thank you,” She said in a breathy whisper.
I looked up to her face. Her pupils were dilated, taking up a lot of space in her clear gold eyes. Her cheeks and neck were flushed.
I have to get the hell out of here. Now.
I felt her get closer to me, her midsection pressed a little harder against my cock and she seemed to be a bit taller.