Page 26 of Ghost (Iron Thunder MC 4)
Crash groaned loudly and Mary-Beth sobbed.
“Mercy, can you please help him? Can you do something?” she asked, tears streaking down her cheeks.
“I don’t know what I can do to help him,” she replied.
“I’m going to get one of the guys to bring everything you need. Make a list. Whatever you need will be brought here. We’re not taking him out of here,” I said.
“But…” Mercy was going to protest but I turned to Mary-Beth.
“You understand, don’t you? The dangers of taking your brother to a public place like the emergency room?”
I figured Mercy would understand the situation better if it came from Mary-Beth.
She nodded and looked at Mercy.
“They’re right. Crash might not make it if we take him out of here. There will be a lot of people, Eagle’s supporters, who are hoping he’s already dead by now. If they find out he’s in an emergency room in a public hospital, they’re going to kill him there.”
Mercy’s eyes grew wide. It was obvious to me that she hadn’t thought of this. She glanced at me and then at Mary-Beth again.
On the bed, Crash was still groaning and thrashing his head from side to side.
“Okay, I’ll make a list of what I need,” she said and moved toward the bed.
“Hey, Ghost. Drax wants to see you in his office.” It was Bolt; he’d stuck his head around the door.
“Yeah, I’ll go. Make sure some of the prospects are with Mercy and Mary-Beth here. Get them whatever they need,” I replied.
I made to leave the room and looked at Mercy over my shoulder at the door. She wasn’t looking at me. She and Mary-Beth were trying to hold Crash down while he struggled and growled.
What had she done to me?
Why couldn’t I get her out of my mind?
Why couldn’t I just move on with life and get the job done?“Did you see his sorry ass?” Drax groaned when I walked into his office a few minutes later.
Spike was in the room with him and he was looking exhausted.
“Yeah. He’s down there with Mary-Beth and Mercy.”
“Mercy? The stripper from Teasers?”
“She’s a nurse,” I replied and Spike nodded, looking impressed.
“How the fuck did they manage to get a nurse in the game?” Drax roared with a smirk. I probably would have smirked too if I’d known nothing else about Mercy. I wanted to tell them she was more than that. She was more than a stripper. But I kept my mouth shut on the subject.
They didn’t need to know I was developing a soft corner for her.
“What’s going to happen to him?” Spike asked.
“Mercy is looking after him. He’s probably going to be okay. As long as he makes it through the night.”
“Will he? Make it through the night?”
“I don’t know,” I admitted. Drax breathed in deeply.
“This is fucked up. This is what Eagle did. That motherfucking weasel. And now he’s hiding in some hole,” Drax raged, jumping up from his chair.
I was aware that they’d had a showdown during the raid. Eagle was the one who shot Drax and injured him, let him get away, but only because he didn’t realize how crucial Eagle was to this whole scene. He was too focused on bringing Crash to justice when it was Eagle who should have paid for his crimes this whole time.
“I was speaking to some of the girls from Teasers and they admitted that Eagle used to pimp them out behind Crash’s back,” Spike added.
Drax glared at him and then at me.
“That goes against every MC code in this area,” he barked.
I could feel the rage bubbling inside me. If what Spike said was true, then what did Eagle really do to Mercy?
She hadn’t given any hints of that, of being forced by Eagle to whore herself out, but maybe she didn’t want to tell me because she was ashamed. What else had that motherfucker put her through?
“He has to pay up. Pay the price. Answer for all the MC rules he’s broken,” Drax continued. “And if Crash dies, then he is the one responsible for his own President’s death.”
Spike nodded. I agreed with Drax but my mind was spinning with thoughts of Mercy. I wanted to go back to the cellar right then and ask if she had personally been hurt or coerced by Eagle in any way. And if she had, then I was going to find him and wring his neck with my bare hands.
“We need to form an alliance; we can’t do this alone. Eagle has hidden himself well,” Drax said, snapping me out of my thoughts.
“An alliance with whom?” Spike asked and the answer came to me in a flash.
“The Granite Apostles,” I said.We had worked in alliance with the Granite Apostles for many years now. Their main business was freight and shipping and they were the ones who usually assisted us in transporting our cargo. Even though we trusted them and they lived by the same codes and rules as us, they weren’t in our area. Their clubhouse was over two-hours’ worth of a ride away.
