The Filthy Few (Iron Disciples MC) by Daniella Tucci

Author:Daniella Tucci [Tucci, Daniella]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2014-06-13T00:00:00+00:00

ELEVEN

Chaos and Family

I wake up to chaos! Cade is no longer sleeping next to me and I can hear angry voices coming from somewhere in the house. They’re muffled enough to where I can’t tell if Cade is talking or someone else and I can’t really make out any of the angry words. Quietly I dress and then slowly open the bedroom door and peer out down the hall. It seems like the voices are coming from the room Cade calls his office so I tip toe down the hall to the stairs and slowly ascend. When I reach the top of the stairs I can make out some of what’s being said and I can definitely recognize Cade’s voice among what must be at least two or three others. I listen for a minute then am shocked when I hear a loud moan.

“Looks like he’s coming to.” Says a voice filled with anxiety.

“Where…am…I?” Asks a groggy voice.

“My place.” Comes Cade’s distinctive reply.

He also sounds very worried. Clearly someone is hurt or sick or something. I wonder why they haven’t taken him to the hospital.

“He should be in the hospital!” Says a very familiar voice.

Oh fuck! That’s Eddie in there. What the hell is Eddie doing with Cade and the others? Answer…he is part of the club. Shit and he doesn’t even know what nearly happened here.

“Thanks for that brilliant observation little brother. Are you volunteering to take him there yourself?” Cade asks.

“You know I can’t.”

“As can no one present here.” Cade says. “Anybody know a doctor or nurse or someone good with a needle and thread?”

“I did a needlepoint of a horse when I was in the fourth grade, does that count?” I ask under my breath.

“Just…just d-drop me outside…ER…an you go. I won’t s-say a word.” Pleads the injured man.

“Fuck Kurt, why’d you have to go and get shot?” Someone asks. “Marty yelled run and we all ran; except you apparently.”

“Wanted…to t-take the…shot.” The wounded man says.

“We all wanted to take the shot bro,” Someone says. “But we were spotted. If we had just stayed there for the shot we’d all been shot to hell and not just you? You shoulda ran!”

“Hey,” Cade says sternly. “Don’t chide a dying man or question his actions. It’ll do no good.”

“Sorry bro.” Says the voice doing the chiding.

“It’s okay…I…fucked up.” Says the dying biker.

With each word he stammers out, he seems to be getting weaker and weaker. Pretty soon they won’t have to argue anymore about who should take him or where they should go. He’ll be dead in ten minutes.

Suddenly I hear a door open and close. Two voices begin talking much louder than the others.

“So what’re we gonna do Pres.?” Asks a voice. The guy doing the chiding I believe.

“We’re going to comfort him as best we can and then we’re going to come up with a plan for revenge and we’re going to take care of his Old Lady. We’re a family. That’s what families do. Now when this business is over I’m going to go myself and break the news to Chrissie.

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