Too Wild To Ride (Steel Veins MC Romance, #1) (12 page)
Remy was dragged into the car. His breathing was so faint but it was still there. I drove to the nearest McDonald's drive-thru, fortunately it was empty. After what was probably a very strange conversation with a crazy lady through a speaker, the teenage employee directed me to the nearest hospital.
How the hell was Remy still alive? I nervously looked him over again for the hundredth time. There was a lot of blood, and he was starting to look pale but I felt like he should've been bleeding more for how many times he was shot. I wish I knew anything about medical stuff! I stifled more tears and drove faster.
Red and blue lights and sirens wailed behind me.
Oh god.
We couldn't afford to be pulled over, not right now. I'm still dressed like a fucking stripper. If we get stopped I'll be arrested, Remy will get medical attention but will be linked to all the shit that went down in Vegas and be completely fucked.
The pistol on my lap burned in my brain like a wild fire. I've shot someone before and even killed a man by running him over. But to shoot a cop? That was too far! Wasn't it? The lights got closer. Maybe I could out run them. Was I insane? How many episodes of Cops have I seen where that's ever worked. Fucking zero is how many. And I'm no Paul Walker. I didn't even get my driver's license til I was nineteen.
I slowed down and pulled over. “I'm so sorry, Remy. I just can't.”
The cop behind us turned out to be an ambulance and it blew by us. Oh thank you, thank you, thank you. Wait an ambulance? I must've been close to the hospital!
I stomped on the gas and chased it. A few minutes later the bright St. Mary's sign shined like a beacon in the darkness. Remy saw this and finally woke up enough to grab my leg.
“No... hospital. Records... Veins.” His voice barely a whisper. Records? Oh, he'd be on file there. There'd be a record of us or at least him, even if we entered him as a John Doe. The Steel Veins would probably hear that he'd been shot and figure the closest hospital is a good place to check for him. Same for the police or even the Lobos if they felt like tying up loose ends. Hospitals aren’t designed to keep people out. Fuck! He'd be a sitting duck for however long it took him to get better.
We pulled up beside the ambulance. It was late and the hospital was mostly dead. “What do I do, Remy? How do I help you? Please!” He'd passed out again. I don't know if it was the the bumpy drive but he was definitely bleeding more now. No! After all the crap getting him here, and everything we've been through these last few days, I refused to let him die in the fucking parking lot of a goddamned hospital!
The rear ambulance doors were still open from when they rushed inside whoever it was needed rushing. I had a crazy idea. I drove the car around so that the passenger side was right next to the back door of the ambulance. I stuffed the gun into my thong. The cold steel on my pussy sent a chill up my spine. I ran around the car and half-dragged, half-tossed Remy the short distance into the back of vehicle.
I parked the stolen car and got out just in time to see one of the EMTs exiting the building to have a smoke. I ran up behind him and jammed the gun into his back.
Please don't let this be one of those times that a gun just goes off for no reason!
I'd have taken the bullets out if I knew how.
“Give me the keys!” I shouted into the man's ear.
“Jesus! They're in the ignition! Take it! Take it!” He dropped his cigarette and lighter.
“Get in.” I pushed him in with Remy. “You'd better make sure he doesn't die!” I slammed the door.
I got in and sped off. If there were no exterior cameras on the hospital then we were all set. If there were... I didn't want to think about it. I drove for half an hour before stopping by the side of a poorly lit road. The sky was lightening in the distance. Soon, the fiery hues of dawn would burn away the night sky. I've seen too many dawns lately.
“I'm coming back there,” I called out, tucking the gun away. “Remember, I still have a gun so don't try anything!” I sounded so stupid.
When the door opened, I saw that Remy, barely conscious, had grabbed the medic's shirt preventing him from rushing out the back as we slowed down.
“How is he?” I was almost too afraid to ask.
“He's stable but he wouldn't let me give him anything for the pain. He's lost a lot of blood. I'm not a doctor and this isn't the ER. Without proper treatment he will die,” the bespectacled man warned.
“We can't take him to a hospital, people are obviously trying to kill him.” I climbed in and sat down beside Remy.
“I take it the police are out of the question?”
“Yeah, no. That's not an option.” I brushed Remy's shaggy hair back. “We're on our own.” Remy was in so much pain, it made my heart ache.
“Listen. I'm sorry about your boyfriend but please, you gotta let me go. I have a wife and kids. I can't get dragged into this kind of stuff. Please just let me go.” The medic pleaded with me. I did feel sorry for him but I really didn't have any choice.
I felt the gun slip out of the near negligible amount of fabric that covered my pussy. When I looked down, Remy, half an eye open, had the gun pointed at the medic.
“Oh Jesus, don't kill me. I did the best I could!” The EMT screamed. For someone constantly around death, he sure did startle easy.
“Don't shoot him, R—“ I stopped myself from saying Remy's name. “The man probably saved your life.”
“...wallet.” Every syllable Remy uttered was intensely labored. He shouldn't have been talking at all. The medic handed it to me. Seriously? Was Remy really robbing him right now? “...License... show me.”
I did. What could he possibly want with the man's license? It's not like Remy could've passed himself off as the medic. They looked nothing alike.
“I know... you... now, Shawn... Grayson. Quiet... or... I'll find...You.” Remy passed out again.
The implications lingered for a moment. I had no doubt that if Remy wanted to find this man he could. Granted he'd need to survive the night first. I took the gun out of Remy's limp hand. God, I hated seeing him like this.
“Where can we go?” I wiped the water from my eyes. That silly hesitant girl version of me was burned away. The anger in my voice was unmistakable. My knuckles went white from squeezing the gun handle so tightly.
“OK, OK. I know a clinic that for the right amount of money, doesn't ask any questions. They should have the necessary tools to get the bullets out of him and clean him up.”
“You better not fuck us, Shawn. Give me your cell phone.” He did. “I'm going to give this to very bad men. If this place turns sour or if we get busted by the cops. They will come visit you or...” I looked through the contacts. “Sherry, your wife. Do you understand?”
He nodded, terrified. I got back into the drivers seat.
“Will he make it?” I turned the ignition over.
“It's hard to be certain, but it looks like no major arteries or organs were hit,” Shawn stammered.
“Shawn,
will he make it
?”
“Yes! Yes he will!”
Seeing Remy barely conscious, clinging desperately to life, fully awakened that darkness inside me. I didn't enjoy the barbwire in my tone but I understood how necessary it was now. Somehow I knew Shawn was telling the truth. Remy would survive, thrive even. He was built with stuff too tough for even death and he was forging me into something truly meant for this outlaw world.
The road before us was straight and free of obstacles so I afforded myself an extended blink as I drove. In the extra second that my were eyes were closed, I saw that the Star I had once been, had gone supernova and was now just smoke locked away in one of the forgotten rooms. I was now the wispy shadow-self, speeding along that hallway and shining so much brighter.
None of the doors dared open at all anymore, save the one at the end of the hallway. When it opened, the room glowed brilliantly with blood and marigolds.
And it was Remy's wide-armed embrace that I crashed into.
I opened my eyes. A new dawn's sun climbed over the distant horizon. Great and horrible things were in store for us when Remy was healed. Until then, I would wait by his bedside and count the days.
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
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dair Rymer is a hard drinking woman with limitless violence in her heart and fingertips. Absurd and obscene life experiences have forged Adair's affinity for decadence and depravity and all the squishy wonderful bits floating in between.
She's been lost in the mountains of Peru, stoned in the green death of the Amazon jungle, set on fire in the Argentine sun and sliced up in the wastelands of Canada.
Adair loves her beautiful Kawasaki ninja and filthy, filthy sex. She's also keen on a hot cup of Coca Tea.
She's survived her life a thousand times but barely, and hopes to do so a thousand more.
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