Page 4 of Crucified By the Dark
From the quick once-over she gave Wolf, she knew his knee was out of place and needed to be set. It looked like he also tried to slow the bleeding from a wound in his arm.
“Mae…” he moaned as Jeremy grabbed the board and pulled him through the passenger side window.
“Okay, old fella, it’s your turn. How do you keep ending up in all these messes, boy? You’re not going to want to hang out with us anymore,” Morry said as she took the second backboard offered and slid it into position.
Duke whimpered as she moved him onto the board.
“It’s okay, boy, we’ve got you. We’ll get you fixed up. I have the best vet anywhere on my staff.” Her hands worked quickly to get the straps in place to hold Duke flat and then called out to Jeremy.
“Ready.”
Once more, Jeremy grabbed the board, sliding it out. Morry opened the center console above her head and grabbed everything that fell out, stuffing it all into the small pack she had flung over her shoulder. Then did the same with the glove compartment. The gun they all kept in there was missing, which wasn’t like Wolf.
Weird.
She didn’t have time to contemplate it now.
She tapped her little earpiece. “Lady Luck, is the A.I. information inside the Hummer I’m in still viable?”
“Most of the data has been erased.”
“Lady Luck, download what you can, then shut down the A.I. in the Hummer. Access code Kilo, Yankee, Seven, Seven, Seven, Lima, Echo.”
“Code accepted. Download started.”
“Four minutes before they’re on top of us,” Jeremy said.
She gave the Hummer one last look spotting a hoodie near the back and grabbed it before heading out the window. She couldn’t risk leaving anything important behind. Jeremy nodded, and they lifted Duke in one motion and ran up the steep hill.
“Cutting it a bit close,” Judd commented as they slid Duke in beside Wolf.
“You know me. I like the danger. Take the service road to stay out of sight.” She smiled at Judd over her stupid joke. He laughed and shook his head.
Morry turned to Jeremy, who was glaring at her. “What?”
“Nothin’,” he said and stomped around the front of Lady Luck. She didn’t know what crawled up his ass and wasn’t in the mood to deal with it either.
Hopping behind the steering wheel, she followed the Bus, their homemade version of an ambulance. In their line of work, she and the gang needed rescue equipment, and so far, the Bus had been the best investment yet. The line of bikes followed in their wake as they turned onto the dirt road.
Morry kept her eyes trained on the back of the bus and prayed to anyone who would listen that Wolf would make it. Half an hour into the drive, she couldn’t take the silent treatment anymore. She looked at Jeremy.
He was staring out the window, and even though she couldn’t see his face, tense energy was clinging to him.
“What is going on? You haven’t said two words to me since we left the crash site.”
“I told you, nothin’,” he said, but his clipped reply clearly said there was something.
“I don’t get it. You’ve been strange lately, and you refuse to tell me what the hell is going on. Did I piss you off somehow? Are you wanting out of the motorcycle club?”
Jeremy arrived a scared eighteen-year-old kid. She honestly hadn’t know if she could get him turned around—he was in a bad way mentally—but he put in the work, and now here he was five years later, one of her most trusted. She could also appreciate that he was no longer the boy he had been. His crossed arms showed off the muscle he put on his once scrawny frame. His hair was cut in a short faux hawk that looked badass. He was a man now. She would’ve been all over him if he wasn’t twelve years her junior. She could appreciate the sexy image he made, it wasn’t like she was blind.
Jeremy shook his head. For a brief moment, she thought he would finally tell her what burr was stuck in his boxers, but then he clammed up again.
“Just leave it alone, Morry. I’m not in the mood to talk about it.” He closed his eyes and put the seat back. She wanted to hit that sexy chin with her fist.
Why was it that women got labeled as the difficult and emotional ones? She found men confusing, and this one, in particular, gave her fits. He’d gotten too good at hiding what he was thinking from her. At one point, she knew exactly what was running around behind those incredible blue eyes, but lately, they were as unreadable as a stone.
Giving up for now, she called into the bus. Judd picked up on the first ring. “Judd.”
