Then I met you and now, I think I was always waiting for you to find me. You are the missing part of my soul and I can’t...I won’t live without you, not now, not ever.” She leaned forward and crushed his lips under hers.
Patriot leaned in and smothered her sweet mouth with his, thrusting his tongue in to entwine with hers.
Before they could deepen the kiss the way they wanted to, there was a loud pounding on the door.
“Patriot, we need you and Becky in the main room now!” Gypsy called out from the other side of the door.
Patriot broke the kiss and groaned. “Be right there,” he called out.
Becky pulled away from him as she too, groaned with disappointment as she rested her head on his chest. “Now what?”
“I’m not sure but we better get ready. Gunner isn’t the kind of guy who waits.”
She let out a sigh. “Ok, ok, let’s go find out what they want.”
They got up and started dressing.
Just as Becky got her jeans on, a sudden shot rang out and the window shattered. Becky screamed and fell back on the bed, smacking her head on one of the four corners.
Patriot dragged her to him and snapped off the light plunging the entire room into the darkness. He could hear footsteps running toward the room. He pulled Becky to the floor and waited until the others got there.
Gunner opened the door quietly and called out, “Patriot, you guys all right?”
“Yes boss, I think so,” Patriot replied while running his hands were over Becky and he hadn’t felt any blood yet but he was aware she hit the bed with a thud when the window broke. “She dropped down when the glass broke. I hit the light switch before I could see her.”
“Can you get her out?” Cobra asked.
“I think so.” He turned his head around to glare at the bunch of them. “What the fuck is going on out there? Why is someone shooting this far back into the clubhouse?”
“We aren’t sure,” Gunner answered. “Just get the both of you out here with us,” he ordered.
Patriot pulled the sheet off the bed and wrapped it around her, then gathered her into his arms and crouching he ran for the door, pushing through the line of men standing there. He made his way to the Infirmary.
As soon as they got there, Gunner immediately ordered one of his men to board the window with plywood. He wanted his bases covered along with the window. This way, there was no chance anyone out there in the shadows could take another shot.
Patriot laid Becky down on the bed and began examining her. She had caught a bullet to her arm but it was only a graze. He could see the bloody path of the bullet at the base of her neck along the left side of her shoulder. “Fucking hell,” he swore as he reached for some gauze to clean the wound. He’d doctored many men. A medic for most of his life, but he was so tired of seeing this woman injured. His woman. He could see how close the shooter came to hitting her carotid artery and swore again. He went on auto pilot as was his way under stress until he got her cleaned up and bandaged.
Finally, he moved to check out her head wound. She had a small goose egg but no broken skin, so there seemed to be no other real damage. When he finished cleaning her wound, he collapsed in the chair beside the bed and picked up her hand. He felt so lost now, without her presence as he gazed at her, willing her to wake up.
Gunner leaned against the wall and watched his man as well as his patient.
Cobra joined him and asked, “Is she gonna be okay?”
“I have no idea but I hope so for Patriot’s sake, I hope so.” Gunner said under his breath. Before Cobra could say anything else, Gunner’s phone chirped with an incoming call.
Gunner checked out the caller ID but didn’t know the number. He hit the accept button and pulled the phone to his ear. “What?”
”This is Damen Cole. I think you might be looking for me. I just wanted to tell you that I didn’t fire that shot earlier tonight. But I know who did.”
Chapter Nine
“Why should I believe a word you say, you bastard?” Gunner growled as his fingers tightened around the phone. He lifted the cell and tapped the speaker.
“Because I know