“Lip got his ass kicked,” Bobby states, taking a big bite of a sandwich.
“Fuck you, Bobby, I didn’t get my ass kicked.” I flip him off, and he just smiles around a mouthful.
Doc sits on the coffee table right in front of me, her little black bag sitting on the floor next to her feet. She cups my chin and turns my head.
“There is quite a bit of blood,” she whispers.
“I’m fine, really,” I insist. Her eyes fall to mine and a sympathetic smile crosses her face.
“I’m sure you are, but I’m going to clean it and at least put a butterfly on it.”
“A what?”
She pulls out this little white strip. “It pulls the skin together,” she informs.
“Ah.” I nod.
She cleans my cut and puts the butterfly bandage thing on within seconds.
“I’m glad we cleared that up, Stunt,” Bull’s voice sounds. I slowly tilt my head up and find Bull and Stunt leaving the chapel.
“Yeah. I’ll see what I can do.” Stunt shakes Bull’s hand.
“Let’s ride, boys,” Stunt instructs his men. “Where’s Boonie?” Stunt questions.
“We dunno. His bike isn’t here,” one of the Ghost Riders informs him.
“Fuck, who knows where he is. He probably went out while drunk last night. Let’s go,” Stunt continues, clearly annoyed with Boonie. “He’ll find his way home.”
“All done,” Doc states, standing.
“Thanks, babe.” I sit up and give her a nod.
“No problem.” She smiles then struts over to Bobby and kisses him. “See ya for dinner?”
“Damn straight. These fuckers can’t cook for shit.” Bobby smirks.
“You all right, son?” Bull asks, sitting down next to me.
“Fine,” I reply.
“You good?” Bull asks, pointing at Shadow, who looks at me then back to Bull.
“Peachy,” Shadow mumbles.
“This Stevin guy needs to eat a damn bullet,” I state, irritated that he’s trying so hard to get me killed.
“Agreed!” Bull and Shadow say in unison.
“Want me to take him out?” Shadow questions, his words sounding way too eager. Bull’s face goes hard as he stares off.
“No, not yet.” Bull flicks his gaze to Shadow. “That is one soul I personally want to deliver to the reaper.”
CHERRY
I roll the windows down in my car and let the warm breeze sweep my strawberry-blonde hair off my neck. Traffic is backed up from a car accident and it’s taking forever to get to Piper today. She probably thinks I forgot. Resting my elbow on the car door, I rub my temples. I’m so confused on so many things. There was blood and teeth on the club floor yesterday; I never thought Lip had that in him. I know he takes a spot in the most notorious outlawed club in LA, but the Lip I know is not the kind of guy who shows no mercy. He’s goofy, a horny bastard, and sweet.
I blow out a frustrated breath and pull into the drive of Golds Trailer Park. I turn the engine off, throw my sunglasses on the dashboard and slump in my seat. If I didn’t know Lip was capable of doing such a thing, to not know Lip might be darker than he portrays… what else do I not know about him?
Looking out my window, I see Piper on the dome jungle gym, of course all the way at the top.
“Damn it,” I mutter. She knows it’s not safe to be up there.
I throw my hair out of my face, pieces of it sticking to my cherry-glossed lips, and head over to her.
“I thought I told you not to climb up there?” I snap, my hands on my hips.
“It’s okay, as long as you stay away from that side,” she assures me. She swings down from one of the bars and beams a gorgeous smile.
“This pile of shit is a death trap,” I mumble under my breath. The bar that Piper is hanging on to suddenly snaps and she tumbles to the ground.
“Shit!” Rushing to her side, I pull her to her feet. She is so small and weighs nearly nothing.
“Are you okay?” I question, looking her over. She pulls her palm up and hisses, a good-sized cut slicing right through it.
I gently take her hand in mine and look it over.
“Well, you won’t need stitches, but you should go clean it up,” I recommend. “Does it hurt?”
She shoots her gray eyes from her palm to me, her nose dusted with little freckles.
“Some,” she mutters.
“Go get it cleaned up. I’ll see if I have anything in the car to fix the bar. But please, stay off the top. You could have broken your leg or something,” I state in frustration. She nods slowly and takes off toward her house.
“Piece of shit,” I mumble, kicking the jungle gym. I make my way to my car and lift the back hatch for something to cover the jagged edges of the broken bar, but all I find is duct tape.