Rainbow (Ruthless Kings MC Baton Rouge #1) - K.L. Savage Page 0,44
leaping out into the rain before he even comes to a complete stop. I nearly slip and fall on my ass, but I don’t care. There’s a tree crushing the driver’s side, a car smashed against the passenger side, and dangerous smoke billowing from the engine.
Glass is everywhere, the smell of burnt rubber is fresh in the air, and the clicking of the engine ticks, ticks, ticks.
I sprint toward the wreckage, years of training possessing my body. Raindrops hit my cheeks, and my arms pump at my side with every stride I take. I choke on the fumes and harsh chemicals lingering in the smoke wafting from the engine. My eyes burn as I walk through the fog, but when I can finally see through to the passenger’s seat, my heart starts and stops all over again.
Rainbow blinks through the blood dripping down his forehead and over his right eye.
“Rainbow,” I gasp.
“He’s there?” Jokester yells, the splash of his boots coming closer as he reaches me.
Mime shoves by us and jumps on the hood of the truck. His hand drops to the windshield, and the meaningful gesture has my eyes watering. Rainbow stretches to reach his hand and lays it flat on the other side of the glass. Mime drops his head, and his shoulders shake as he sobs with relief.
Mime is different from the rest. He isn’t afraid to show how he feels. It’s really all he has since he doesn’t speak.
I unglue myself from my still position and try to open the passenger’s side door, but it won’t budge. “Rainbow.” I meant for his name to sound confident, but it cracks as I look at him.
He’s alive.
“Sassafras,” he says. “I’m so fucking glad to see you, baby. All of you.”
“We’re going to get you out of there. Can you move? How is the driver?”
“We’re fine. He’s passed out, but I don’t think he has much time left. He’s pinned to the wheel. Check the other car. I’m going to kick the windshield out,” he says.
Mime hears his plan and slams his own boot into the windshield. Impatient to get his brother out.
Jokester whistles at me. “Ryan, I think you’re needed over here.” He’s standing by the driver’s side of a silver Toyota.
I don’t want to leave Rainbow. I came for him. No one else matters.
“Go, Sassafras. I’ll be here when you get back.”
The thud of Mime’s boot slamming against the window has me nodding, so I place one foot on the tire of the car and climb over by using the bed of the truck.
“Nice shorts, Sassafras!” he hollers.
My cheeks heat with embarrassment. God, even in an accident he notices my ass.
I hop to the ground next to Jokester to see a man unconscious with his face against the airbag.
Blood everywhere.
I reach my hand to his neck to search for a pulse and grimace when I don’t feel one. “He’s gone.”
“Damn it.” Jokester laces his hands behind his head. “I’m going to have to call Lye.”
“Why?”
“Because he can make all this go away.”
Okay. That’s my cue not to ask any more questions. “You do that.” I run around the back of the car and the windshield finally shatters. I stop short when I see Mime yanking his brother out of the truck with a red hand, blood dripping down his arm.
I let them have their moment as I run to the driver still pinned in the truck. I yank the door open quickly, but what I see tells me there’s nothing more I can do. I can make him comfortable, but that’s it. I dig into the bag and pull out a bottle of morphine and a syringe. I know MC’s have a doctor, so that’s the only thing I can think of for the Kings to have medicine like this.
“Mr. McDonald, right?” I ask him as I stab the meat of his arm with the needle.
“Yeah, dat’s me.”
“Love that accent. I wish I knew more people like you with it.” I drop the used syringe in the bag and take his hand in mine.
When the tree fell, a branch punctured the roof. It’s now embedded in his neck. He’s lost a lot of blood.
Too much.
It won’t be long now.
“Oh, I doubt dat,” he coughs, and a red flow of blood leaves from the wound in his neck.
“We can get him out, right?” Jokester asks from my right just as Rainbow comes to stand at my left.