Taming Lucca: Red Devils M.C. (6 page)

Bone entered the diner with Tank, Rock, and
Rash. Tiny, Lucky, and Stick were outside talking to Tessa, a busty blond sweetbutt, and her friend Lena that they’d found when they pulled up to the diner. Duck had called telling him that a dark haired woman that looked very young, twenty or so, had come into the diner looking like she’d been in a tussle. He said with the ripped shirt, backpack, and so small she was probably homeless, hurt, and hungry. He’d told Duck they be over in a minute the club could always use another sweetbutt or house mouse. Tank sat down next to Duck at the counter with his elbows resting back on it almost crowding Duck off his stool, and stretched his legs out in front of him with a sigh. Duck gave him a bored look then casually asked him. “Comfy?”

“Yep, sure am.” Tank replied. Duck just reached out
and swiped his elbows off the counter without a word. Tank smacked into the counter with the back of his head as he landed on the floor. Bone laughed as he watched Tank who was a foot taller than Duck with at least sixty pounds on the man get up off the floor rubbing the back of his head like a sissy.

“Damn, Duck. You trying to kill me?” he asked in a whine.

Duck just stared at him without saying anything. Fuck, that man was scary sometimes. He was a retired vice Prez. who’d lived through the storm days. The days when food was dwindling, and mini wars were fought over a safe place to stay. Whole towns had been burned to the ground during those dark days, and half the world had been a third world country before things had been finally been reset. Life had been hard back then, and the men had to be harder in order to survive.  Keeping their families alive was even more of a challenge and Freda, Ducks old lady, had lived to the ripe old age of seventy two before she’d left this world. That was two years ago, Duck was seventy six and he said he was only here because Freda would kill him for die cause she left him. Freda and Duck were like Dog and Terry meant to be.

Duck had watched as the world was rebuilt,
it had taken forty years to get things back to almost the way it had been before mother nature had decided she really was a bitch. Duck wasn’t much of a talker that was for sure, Bone thought, watching him pick up his coffee and take a long sip. Tank sat down a seat away from Duck at the counter taking the same position but giving Duck his space.

“She still here?” Bone asked Duck when he had set his coffe
e down again.

“Yeah
the little gals in the bathroom. Been in there for about twenty minutes.” Duck looked at the door with an odd wistful expression on his face.

“I guess we wait then.” He leaned against the wall facing the front door his back to the bathroom while Rock sat in on
e of the booths along the window of the diner. 

“Hey Bone, what happened the other day at Tidwell?” Fat boy another retied Red Devil asked.

“That was a freakin’ disaster Jackal’s were laying down heavy fire. We lost Deke, and Boggie got shot in the stomach still at doc’s recovering. In the end we killed twelve of theirs though. It was still a cluster fuck.” He ran his hand through his hair. Tidwell was a town one the Red Devils patched over clubs ran, and for a few months they’d been having trouble with the Jackals. Bone hated turf wars.

“Boggie gonna be alright?” Duck questioned.

“Yeah Doc said he was just gonna be laid up a while.” He watched as Lucky and Stick entered.

“Hey Linda can I get a burger?” Yelled Lucky as he slu
mped into the booth with Rock. “A lemonade too.” He called a second later.

Bone snickered. “Wh
at are you a damned pussy? A lemonade. Fuck, Wanna get a tampon too asshole? Get a damned beer like a man.”  Tank let out a barking laugh while Stick sat down on the back of the booth putting his legs in the seat laughing.

“Shit. Why are you letting a bitch in the club Bone? Didn’t Hairy tell
you women had no place in the club unless they were free pussy or an ol’ lady?” Duck boomed with a chuckle.

“Ya, he just didn’t tell me grown men would turn into pu-“ Bone heard a click behind him, an
d turned to see the woman had come out of the bathroom. Her eyes filled with panic when she saw him and his crew, and they darted around looking for escape. His cock turned to stone as soon as he let his eyes wander down her body, and he stepped closer taking up some of her personal space. She wasn’t his usual type, he liked his women busty, but something about her slender frame and wild eyes got his engine roaring. Her small breast were braless, and her nipples poked against the thin fabric of her shirt making him want to take it off and suck them till they were ripe little cherries. Her hair was wet and she had it braided. Some of the black mass had escaped and curled a bit around her ears which were small and pixyish. Her eyes had landed on his stomach her face softened her lashes lowered to a sexy half mast, and she seemed to be flushing a little. He realized that she was nearly as turned on as he was. Smiling he ducked until he could catch her eyes.

“Hey I’m up here sweet.” He teased.

She snapped her eyes up to meet his and he saw they were a warm honey brown color surrounded by dark thick lashes. Damn she was fucking hot.

“Now that’s better, Beauty,” Amused
by her startled expression. “Duck said you were a little homeless looking. Wanna stay at my home? I can be real sweet.” He didn’t question why he was offering her the privilege of living with him when he’d never offered that to a woman before his cock had made that call. It still throbbed inside his pant and his zipper was gonna leave a permanent indention if he wasn’t careful. The fuckers sitting around laughed at him. He glared over his shoulder, but hell they knew he wasn’t sweet.

“No.”
He grit his teeth that word was his kryptonite. He’d been known to beat people half to death for saying no to him. His brothers stopped laughing staring at her waiting to see how he would react. Lucky for her she was a woman, and his dick was involved. Did she think she was too good for him? That thought pissed him off clenching his hands into fists of rage. He noticed her trembling hands, and the way she shifted from one foot to the other with her eyes bouncing around looking for an escape. Realizing that she wasn’t trying to insult him, she was just scared half to death, he released his clenched fingers.

“I w-was just leaving. I don’t want any trouble.” She was shaking
like a leaf. She darted to his left right at Tank who moved standing up to stop her from escaping.

“No, no little sheep. Not gonna get away that easy.”
Tank teased.

“Please.” She said in a soft
raspy voice that had his dick jerking in his pants. The soft sound of her begging made him think of being balls deep in her hearing her beg in that soft raspy voice.

“Aw…So sweet. You beg so sweet little girl. Would you beg like that when I was fucking you?” Tanks hands began to reach out for her with his voice low and husky, but what surprised Bone was his reaction. He saw a red haze appear before him, and he was about two seconds away from ripping his brother’s heart out. Stepping up behind her his hands reaching forward to land on her hips while pulling her possessively back against him.

“No, Tank.”

He said his eyes meeting Tank’s over her head. Tank’s hands froze in the air as he scowled at Bone. They stayed like that for several seconds both unwilling to look away. Tank must have seen the determination to win in his eyes because he sat back again taking that casual pose as if nothing had happened. Bone was grateful he knew he would have fought his friend for her if he hadn’t stepped back. It would have hurt their friendship, possibly messed with the club a Prez and Vice should never be at odds, but he still wouldn’t have been able to stop it from happening. Her soft body swayed a bit, and more of her weight settled against him.

Tank sat up alertly staring at her intently, and sharply asked the question that almost made his heart stop. “Where’d you get that water from?”

Fuck no, not the unfiltered water from the bathroom sink, he thought with a terrible pit of doom in his stomach.

“You didn’t fill that bottle in the fucking sink did you?” Shit how long did a water poisoned person have like forty five minutes. After forty five minutes the survival rate was less than ten percent. She turned to look at him blinking owlishly with a hazy look in her eyes, which would have been sexy if the situation wasn’t so dire. “Fuck. Fuck. Baby don’t pass out you have to tell us how long ago you drank that shit.”

She looked funny with the goofy smile that lit her face then and she garbled out “Seckey.” Whatever the hell that meant. He held her face in his hands steadying her as she swayed again blinking her eyes as if she were trying to focus. Desperate he asked. “Baby tell me how long.” He caught her a moment later when her knees gave out scooping her up and headed to the door without a thought other than getting her to Doc as fast as he could he stopped near the door when he realize he couldn’t carry her on the bike. “Fuck, we can’t take her to Doc on the bike.” He said aloud to Tank who was already holding the door for him to exit.

“Take my cage, Bone.” Duck said his hand digging out his keys from his front pocket.

“Tank get the keys from Duck, and hurry the hell up.” He exited the diner with her heading at a dead run towards Duck’s cage a rundown black Chevy. Tiny jogged up beside him jerking the tailgate down without any questions as Tank slammed out of the diner with the keys and jumped in cranking the engine. He shoved her into Tiny’s arms as he jumped in the bed then grab her back sitting down with her cradled in him lap. Tiny jumped in with him and hit the roof to let Tank know to go. The cage tore off with a squeal of tires.

Bone looked down at the woman she seemed to be getting paler and when he checked her pulse it was weak. “Please,” he
whispered into her hair unsure why he felt so desperate all the sudden. “stay with me baby. It’s gonna be alright just hold on. Don’t leave me.” He clung tightly to her as the truck flew across the four miles to Doc’s. Tank brought the cage to a screaming halt outside of the large cabin that Doc used as a makeshift hospital. Tiny and he did the shuffle of the woman again as they rushed her into the large cabin.

“
Stacy, get Doc. She’s got water poison, and I’m not sure how long it’s been.” Bone roared, as he ran past the reception desk where the woman had been filing her nails.

“Shit
, he’s stitching up Rash. He got in another bar fight.” She followed him into the room he went to, laying his burden down on the surgical bed there.

“Go get him, NOW.” He roared at her
again, making her jump and run from the room. Tank and Tiny were moving around the room gathering things from the shelves for an IV. Stacy came back with Doc right on her heels. He stopped by the bed. His scope out, he placed it on her chest listening then he looked a Bone asking.

“How long has it been. Survival rate is low if it’s been more than forty five.” He turned to Stacy
, asking her to get ten cc’s of Thylozeen.

“We don’t know.” Bone said flatly
. Stacy returned with the syringe. Tiny had already started the IV and Doc pushed the needle into her neck.

“Put her on a drip, Stacy.” Doc checked her
pulse, pulling a blood pressure cuff off a nearby table, he placed it around her small arm, pumped it up then let it out. Removing the cuff from her arm, when he was done, he took a look at her eyes using a pen light, and checked her pulse again.

“Pulse is still thready, but I think you got her here in time. Nothing we can do
now, but wait.” Doc told him when he stepped back, looking at Stacy. “I’m going to finish stitching Rash’s head. Keep an eye on her pulse, and come get me if it’s too slow or if her color gets red.”

Bone sat down
in chair next to the bed in relief. Tiny and Tank leaned against the wall, neither man commented on him losing his shit for the last fifteen minutes. As he sat watching the tiny woman in the bed breathe, he wondered at the panic he’d felt for a complete stranger. Was it her size that made him feel irrationally protective of her? He was a biker, damn it, but he’d been acting like a little pussy over a woman he didn’t even know. Running his hand through his hair, he sat back in the chair waiting. Tiny shifted on the wall, and Stacy checked the woman’s pulse again.

“Her pulse seems to be normal now
. I can call you when she wakes up if you have business to take care of.” Stacy told him, stepping back from the bed. Not wanting to leave her, Bone tried to think of a reason to stay with her.

“Tank, go
back to Tammy’s diner with the cage, and put a filter on the bathroom water. Ask Duck to drop my bike at the house. We don’t want this happening again. I’ll stay here to talk to her when she wakes up.” Tank raised his eyebrows, but didn’t comment. “Stacy, any idea when she might wake up?” He tried not to seem too interested in the answer.

“Not sure
, usually takes about ten hours or so. She should be out of the woods in another hour, though.”

“Good. Tank, bring my cage over in about two hours
, and we’ll move her to my place.” Bone knew that this would surprise all three of them, but he didn’t give a damn. She was staying with him and that was the end of that.

“Sure thing, Bone” Tank left the room without asking questions. Tiny stared at him oddly, but followed T
ank out.