Page 3 of Cole (Dirty Misfits MC 4)
And as Chops slowly pulled away from us, racing into the evening, all we did was shoot nefarious shots into the literal dark to see if we could ping his back.
Or his head.
Or the tires of his bike.
The chase led us from the clubhouse all the way into the heart of the city where we lost Chops as he weaved in and out of alleyways. And after coming to a dead-end without an inkling of him anywhere in sight, I cursed to myself. I slammed my fists against the handlebars of my bike, roaring inside my helmet as car horns honked all around us.
I wasn’t sure what the fuck Brooks was thinking, but I was livid.
I wasn’t the only one, though.
“What the fuck was that about!?” Porter exclaimed.
We all ripped our helmets off after parking in the lot of our clubhouse as Brooks started for the front door.
“Hey!” Tanner exclaimed. “The man asked you a question!”
Brooks didn’t turn around. “Come inside and I’ll answer.”
I wasn’t sure what kind of answer he could possibly have for us, but when we got inside and closed the door, we got a glimpse of just how brilliant Brooks could be under pressure.
“So, what?” Porter asked. “What the fuck do we do now?”
Brooks grinned. “Cole.”
“Yeah?”
“How many bullets did you sink into him?”
I shrugged. “I don’t think any of my shots landed. Why?”
“And where did you shoot him again?”
I blinked. “Holy shit, you’re a genius.”
Brooks grinned. “Don’t say I never have my moments.”
Porter clicked his tongue. “Someone wanna fill the rest of us in?”
I chuckled. “My shots only grazed him.”
Finn raised his hand. “I’m the one that sank the bullet into his arm.”
I raised my hand. “Good shot.”
He gave me a high-five. “Thanks.”
“So?” Porter asked.
I drew in a deep breath. “So, those are some pretty major joints. When I was a combat medic, we had a crude way of speaking when it came to the body. Areas of the body that bled more than others were ‘bleeders,’ and areas of the body that didn’t bleed so heavily when struck were considered ‘primary zones’. We liked the latter, hated the former. But in this instance, all of the areas of his body that were struck were bleeders. He’s going to have to get it looked at, otherwise, he is fucked.
Brooks nodded. “And that means there’s now a blood trail all across town showing us exactly where Chops is going, along with the potential that he ended up somewhere to get it fixed.”
Before any of the guys could react, the door burst open and we all whipped our guns up to our faces. We aimed them at the person charging through, but the second we registered who it was, Brooks and Porter both commanded us to quickly drop our weapons.
Then, Astrid sighed. “What’s going on and why am I needed?”
Porter raced over to her. “What the hell are you doing here? You should be at home.”
Brooks clicked his tongue. “Yeah, for starters. Who called my sister?”
Josie’s voice sounded behind me. “I did. I’m going to need some help with the girls tonight. I figured she could help out since she already knows what’s going on.”
Astrid nodded as she pushed between the two protective men. “Show me where they are and what I can do.”
Then, Josie patted me on my shoulder. “We could really use your expertise for a couple more of these girls, if you’re up for it.”
I nodded and holstered my weapon. “Lead the way.”
Brooks sighed. “The rest of us will break into two teams and scour the city for those blood droplets and streaks. Find out if he went to any of our old contacts to get patched up. I want a fully-identified outline of where Chops went and how long he was there before he took off again. I want us to look until there’s no more blood to clock, and then tomorrow we’ll start pulling security camera footage to confirm shit.”
And once the game plan was in play, we all escaped to our next jobs.
All the while wondering what Chops might do next.
Two
Molly
“Rise and shine, you beautiful bumpkins!”
I turned on the light to Sandy’s room and she hunkered deeply beneath her covers. I shook my head and turned around, walking quickly toward Cody’s room. I eased his light on since he definitely wasn’t a morning person, and when he turned to face me, he had to brush his extensively long hair out of the way.
“Hi,” he said groggily.
I smiled. “Hey there, handsome. It’s breakfast time. Clean yourself up and I’ve got plates of food downstairs.”
Sandy groaned. “Five more minutes.”
I giggled. “In five more minutes, I’ll eat your food.”
Sandy leapt out of her bed. “Coming!”
I cackled with laughter as the kiddos rushed around and got cleaned up for the day. It was a bright, sunny Saturday morning and I couldn’t wait to get them out in the backyard. Normally, our routines consisted of breakfast, a nice quiet morning, and then afternoon activities. But today was supposed to have some pretty serious thunderstorms after lunch, so I wanted to get them outside before the harsh winds and rain kicked up.
