Wirth (Dirty Aces MC #5) - Lane Hart Page 0,15
“How we gonna do this?”
“You and I will go to the door with Malcolm if he thinks he can walk,” Nash says.
“I can fucking walk!” our president declares before he’s pushing open his door and jumping out with Nash and I right behind him. The two of them are halfway up the paved sidewalk by the time I walk around the front hood of the SUV, so I have to jog to catch up to them when they’re already ringing the doorbell.
A few long seconds later, the main door opens and a woman in a blue robe stands on the other side of a glass storm door, the entry way behind her lit up. Just a glimpse, and it’s easy to see the resemblance to Nash in her lean face, her long, chocolate brown hair frizzy from the pillow and her golden eyes confused and…scared.
“Ah, hi,” Nash says to her calmly through the glass, realizing the same thing I have. “Sorry to bother you so late, but we’re desperate here. I think my girlfriend Lucy called you…”
“How did you find me? H-how did you know I’m a nurse and where I live?” she asks, her voice shaky and words muffled by the glass.
“That’s a long story for another time. Can you please help my friends? All he needs is a few stiches,” he tells her, pointing to Malcolm. “But um, two of our other friends are in bad shape in the SUV.”
Her gaze goes around us to the vehicle sitting at the curb.
“Your girlfriend warned me there were three patients,” she says as she thankfully unlocks the glass door to open it for us. “That’s more than I can handle on my own, so I called a friend. She’s on the way. Until then, I’m going to need your help.”
“Okay, I’ll do whatever you need. Thank you, Joanna,” Nash says with an exhale of relief.
Chapter Seven
Maeve
The bar is a mess.
Several of the Knights are arguing with the officers out front like they’re trying to keep them out of the building, so I sneak into the back. Inside, several other girls are sweeping up and wiping up blood stains while crying. I get to work helping them, feeling awful and worried about the three injured men. While I’m praying for them, especially Hunt and what his loss would mean to the club, all I can think about is murder.
I’m going to fucking kill Cormac.
That asshole and my brother told me that it was just going to be a quick drive-by to try and scare the MC out of town.
Instead of just messing up the building or the bikes, they nearly killed three men and could’ve easily hurt one of the innocent women during their stupid ass shootout.
But then later on in the night, when the police finally force their way inside to inventory evidence and make everyone sit down until they have a chance to interview us, I overhear two of the former Knights talking about the shooting and how they hoped they hit one of the masked bastards that came into the bar.
I jump up out of my chair so fast it falls over backward, hitting the floor and setting off a loud BOOM that startles everyone, especially the cops.
“Sorry,” I say as I pick the chair back up again while everyone is staring at me. “It’s been an awful night. Can I please leave? I told you I wasn’t even here when the shooting happened.”
The nearest cop gives a nod of approval.
“You need someone to walk you back to your apartment?” Bernard, the bartender, asks.
I inwardly cringe at his consideration since he has no idea I’m to blame for the club’s president getting shot and nearly killed. Hopefully Hunt makes it. He’s wild and a little unhinged when it comes to fucking, but he’s a good man deep down. “Thank you for the sweet offer, but I’m sure I’ll be fine,” I tell him.
As soon as I step out of the bar, I spot a police cruiser riding slowly down the street, keeping an eye out on the area to make sure no other violence goes down.
I let myself into my apartment and hear the television, telling me I’m not alone. It’s a huge relief to know he’s okay since he was going to be the first person I called when I got home, but that doesn’t mean I’m not angry at him.
“How could you?” I yell at my brother with tears filling my eyes before I even find