Page 44 of Dima
“Get him out of here. I got Dima,” Bishop told Daze, who was making his way over to where Mob had fallen. I kept moving forward, happy to know I had Bishop coming behind me, and we wouldn’t stop until this shit was done.
“Let’s do this.”
He looked at me as we moved further into the clubhouse together. We were looking for the president. Once we killed the king, everyone else would fall. We found his bitch ass hiding in the office.
“I’ll let you have this one.”
I laughed at how scary this nigga looked hiding behind a desk while his men were outside fighting for him. He didn’t deserve the position he was in. I turned to leave, but as soon as I did, I felt a burning sensation hit me. I’d been shot.
I turned back around and raised my gun to shoot back, but before I could, Bishop had already put a bullet between his eyes.I tried to move, but my body was too heavy to carry. I fell into the wall before I slid to the ground.
“It’s okay, I got you.”
My vision blurred as I tried to focus on Bishop. I knew I needed to force my brain to hold on to something so I wouldn’t pass out. Passing out could mean I never woke up again.
“Stay with me, Dima. I got to get you home to Maeve.”
“Fuck.”
I heard the sadness in Daze’s voice when he entered the room. I knew it was bad from the look on his face.
“Help me get him out of here.”
Daze and Bishop carried me out of the clubhouse. I was in and out as we rode away. The war had ended. Now, all I could do was pray I made it home to my girl.
“Where is Bishop? Have you seen Dima?”
I’d made it to the compound at the same time the Durty Boyz were pulling back in. I could see the battle all over their faces. Some were nursing cuts and bruises while the doctor was on standby to treat worse cases.
I walked from one bike to the other, looking for the only two men I needed to lay eyes on. Instead of spotting either of them, I spotted Guard first.
“What are you doing here, princess?”
“I had to come. Are you okay?”
I looked him over. Other than minor scrapes, he was good.
“Yeah, I’m good.”
“Have you seen my father and Dima?”
“Yeah, they should be rolling up in a minute. Dima got hit.”
I didn’t even let him get the words out of his mouth before I ran in the direction they were coming from. I saw Dima being held up, with Daze on one side and my father on the other. They were carrying him inside the clubhouse.
“Dima!”
His name came out of my mouth in sobs. So much blood covered his shirt that I didn’t understand how he could still have any left in his body. I tried to get to him, but Guard caught me and wrapped me in his arms.
“You don’t need to see him like that. Let the doctor do his work.”
I watched as the men carried Dima to a room in the back. Guard carried me over to the worn-out leather couch, and I cried in his arms. I couldn’t wrap my head around losing Dima. I wouldn’t.
“If he don’t make it out of this, Uncle Guard, I am going to lose it.”
“He will. That little nigga too strong to die.”
At least three hours passed before the doctor came out of the back to give us an update. My father was now sitting on the other side of me. Daze, Mob, and the rest of the crew stood around, waiting to hear if they’d lost a brother.
