Page 111 of Sangre
“Do you think she can get us outta here fast?” Sangre asked.
“She’ll do her best, but most probably we’re in until morning.”
Sangre leaned his head back against the window.Isla’s probably freakin’ out. Dammit! I have to talk to her.
“Anyone know how Jigger is?” Eagle said.
“Paramedics came for him. Fuck. I hope he’s okay,” Sangre said, staring straight ahead.
Silence descended over them. They stopped talking. As far as they were concerned, the badges probably had the van bugged. None of them would say a word to the cops. Several of them read the name of the Piston who’d shot Jigger. They’d deal with him in their own way; he was a doomed man. Sangre’s head bounced lightly against the window as the van headed to the police station.
***
By the timeSangre and his fellow bikers were released the following day, Isla’s early evening show was over. He glanced at his phone and saw numerous missed calls and unanswered texts from her. He dialed her number as he walked toward his bike.
“Sangre. What happened to you? I was so afraid. I was….” She broke down.
Each sob was a knife wound to his heart. “Honey, I’m fine. The fuckin’ badges arrested me and the others. I tried to get to you, but they nabbed me. I’m sorry I didn’t come back like I said I would.” Isla’s staccato breaths and sniffles filled his ears. “Shh… it’s all right. I’m good. I’m on my way over to the hotel. Please don’t cry.”
“I was just so scared. I thought you were dead.”
“I know, babe. I’m coming over now.”I wanted to share the Black Hills with her. Fuck!
When he got off the elevator, Isla was standing in the hallway. Their eyes locked and she ran to him, flinging her arms around his neck and peppering his face with kisses. He picked her up and carried her back to the room, and lowered her to the bed.
“I love you, babe,” he said as he hovered over her.
“I love you so much I think I’m going to burst. I want tonight to be special. I don’t know when I’ll see you again.”
“Let’s not think about anything but us.” He took her mouth in a deep, wet, claiming kiss. “I’m gonna fuck you good and hard, baby, and then I’m gonna make some sweet love to you.”
No matter what happened or where they were, Isla would always be his. She captured his heart; she was part of him and always had been.
Sangre pressed his mouth against hers and breathed in each of her tiny moans and whimpers as he slowly slid his hand under her skirt.
