I take several deep breaths as I watch Schiz's green eyes watch mine. I shake my head once again. Where do we stand? I had been asking myself that question for weeks.
"I don't know, Cam. To be honest. That may be part of the reason I just fucking kissed Shane. Ugh." Now I feel as flustered as Shane did moments ago trying to talk to me.
Hurt crosses his face momentarily. "I have been wondering that same thing for while but I was too afraid to ask because I know how you bikers are. Have old ladies but fuck on the side. I don't want that. At first, I thought we would just be sex but shit started changing and-"
He grabs my shoulders and pulls me into him. "I'm not like that Babe. Haven't been with anyone but you since we started this. What do you want?" He whispers in my ear.
For so long I've wanted Shank. But he never wanted me. Until now. Until I'm happy. Until I've got someone else.
But I like being with Schiz. He cares. And listens. He's good with Shane. And doesn't hurt that he's a monster in bed.
I pull my face from his leather vest and smile up at him. "I think I want that dinner you promised me." I tell him. His usual cocky grin slides into place, all his earlier insecurities a memory.
He takes my hand and leads me to his pure navy chrome bike, handing me an extra helmet to put on.
The ride to his house was a blur, most of my concentration wasn't on the direction, but rather what was to come of our night spent together at his house.
It's not as big as dad's house, but it's not small either. Its comfortable for a single guy I guess. He leads me in through the door that lands us in a light tan painted room with leather furniture and a wide screen tv. Of course.
With his guidance, we're next left in his kitchen which might just be my favorite part of the whole house. Its huge and has an island like I've always wanted with the pots hanging above it.
"And this is my room." He grabs me by my waist and pulls me with him to his room. The walls are plain white with no pictures on the night stand or anything. I don't think I saw any pictures at all, anywhere.
The bed is neatly made though. A blue patch blanket and matching pillows. Nothing fancy.
His arms engulf me from behind and he walks us to his bed while he sucks on my neck. I laugh and wiggle away from him to jump on his bed.
He dives in after me, landing on top of me and I laugh At his childish antics. He cradles me into his hard chest and kisses my forehead. Both of us are quiet.
"Let's skip dinner and just lay here and watch movies all night." I throw a leg over both of his and yank us closer together.
He smooths my hair back and sets his chin on top my head. He doesn't say anything.
"Schiz?" I pull back to look at him.
"Just thinking, babe. Sure let's lay here together."
And we do. All night we lie together
Until his fucking phone starts blaring almost 3 hours later. I shove myself closer into his chest and mumble out my protests.
He chuckles, but still reaches across me to his bedside table for his phone. "Yeah?" He answers gruffly.
Some shouting and loud noises are muffly heard on the other end. Schiz rolls his eyes and groans then rolls over when he hands me his phone.
"Hello?" I ask bewildered.
"Doc, oh my god. I really need your help. Like right now. Please." Panik's ...panicked voice sounds from the other end. I sit up in bed, my mind going straight to my kid.
"Is everyone ok?" I ask him. Schiz reaches behind him and squeezes my thigh.
"Missy?" Lace takes the phone. "Yeah. The kids fine but Panik is not. He needs medical attention but won't go to the hospital or let anyone look at it." She says.
I throw the blankets off me and get out of bed, slip back into my jeans, and grab my flip flops before pinching Schiz out of bed.
"Babe, I need a ride to the club." I whine. He shoves his head further into the blue pillow. I huff.
As much as I don't want to go to the club house, because I know for a fact that Shank is there and he knows I left with Schiz, I want to see Shane and Panik sounded pained. And Lacie sounded urgent.
"Cammmm." I drag out his name like a little kid who wants their mom's attention. He rolls over to his side to grin up at me.
"I think I like it when you say my name like that. Say it again." He teases. I roll my eyes. Of course. He wants to play.
"I will tonight if you can make me." I shift my weight to one foot and place a fist on my hip. He glances at my wide hips then down my legs. The front of his pants moving ever so slightly.
"You think I can't?" He asks with a rough voice.
Bending over the bed to place my face right in his I say, "I think you won't be able to if I don't come back tonight, because you're being an ass and Shank had to come pick me up."
His grin disappears along with the dark glint in his green eyes. He sits up to lace his boots while I just laugh. "Uh huh, glad you think it's funny to throw your baby daddy is my face." He growls then swipes his keys off his dresser before leaving.
I follow after him, still smiling. He hands me his helmet as I climb on behind him. Not a word is said the whole way to the club house and I start to feel like he was seriously hurt I said that. But I was being realistic. If he wasn't gonna get up, I would need a ride and shank, being my baby daddy, would come get me, because I was HIS problem when I wasn't Schiz's.
Nonetheless, when we both get off his bike, I grab his hand and kiss him.
Hard.
For everyone who cares to look to see.
"I'm sorry. I wasn't trying to throw Shank at you." I apologize. He smiles a little then pecks my forehead.
"I'm just being a little bitch, babe." He responds. I laugh out right at him. He pats my ass in the direction of the club house.
"Thank God, doc, look." Panik instantly rushes to me then pulls his jeans down to his ankles. I try hard not to look, but that's kinda the point. And damn.
He has his dick pierced.
And it's infected. Badly.
I drop to my knees to look at it closely. I don't bother with saying anything because its not awkward for any of us. Though, I do admire his well sculpted muscular thighs for a second. Damn.
"What the fuck, brother?" I hear Shanks voice and freeze for a millisecond, my body going cold then hot. My face warms up for a minute then relaxes.
"Mom?" I hear Shane call for me.
I turn around to face my son and smile at him.
"Moms helping Uncle Panik, baby. Go to outside or to your dad's room for awhile, ok?" I tell him. He glances up at his father, who nods in the direction of his room, and shane bounces down the hall.
"Ok, Panik, it's rejecting the piercing and its infected." I look up at a pained Panik.
"I told you. Wasting her time with Schiz." Margo snaps at her brother.
A look crosses Panik's face and he momentarily glances at Shank.
"It has to come out." I tell him. He nods. I twist the ball off and slowly ease the jewellery out of the piercing. Panik's clanches his fist and sets his jaw at the pain. I can only imagine. It instantly starts leaking green puss. And smells deadly. Oh my god.
"Here." I give it to Lace and start searching through my bag for antiseptic. I pour some on gauze and start to dabbing at the piercing. Panik stops my hand.
Peering up at him, he shakes his head. "No offense, Doc, but let me. If I get a hard on for you both your old men and lacie will beat my ass and I'm not fucking ready for that shit yet." He takes the gauze from me.
Lacie and I start laughing and I climb to my feet to stand beside her. She doubles over.
"Yeah, you're fucking laughing now until it happens. Then you'll bring that shit up later in a damn fight. I'm not stupid." Panik mutters. A few guys laugh at him.
"Wise." Lynol pats his back.
"So how'd it get infected?" I ask Panik. He shrugs.
"I got it pierced awhile back but got locked up for awhile and had to take it out. Left it out. Tried to put it back in." He simply shrugs at his half assed reply. I shake my head.
"You can't have sex right after you get it pierced, you know." Margo comes up to him. He glares at her as he yanks his jeans back up. Shame. He was nice to look at.
"Acting like you know everything." He tells her.
"I know enough when it comes to piercings." She snaps back. Then they start bickering. I shake my head and take my gloves off.
Schiz comes up behind me, kissing my neck.
"You could have handled this over the phone and we'd still be in bed." He says lowly in my ears. Chills race down my spine.
"Yeah." Is all I say.
That's when the first bullet hits.
Right through the window.
And into the wall.
And then more come.
And more.
And screaming.
"Get down!" Lynol shields his wife as everyone gets on the floor. Schiz lays on top of me but I start yelling as Shane runs from the back bedroom into the gun fire.
"Shane!" I jump up at run at him.
I'm shoved to the ground as Shank appears above me and tucks me and Shane under his body. I cling onto a crying, frightened Shane and wait for it to stop.
Panik military crawls behind the bar and appears with a gun and starts shooting back. Then I watch Schiz do the same.
Tires squeal as they race off from the clubhouse. We wait a few seconds before we start getting up. I lift shane off the floor so he doesn't step on any broken glass from the window or broken booze bottles.
"Are you ok?" Shank glances over Shane for any marks. Shane nods and reaches out for him. Shank takes our son in his arms and rocks with him a little bit. Over our sons shoulder, Shank glances over me and stop at my arm where his eyes widen for a second then narrow.
I look down at my arm and see blood running down to my hand, and dropping in to the floor.
"Annie!" Schiz touches my wounded shoulder to inspect it.
"What the fuck are we supposed to do when the doctor gets shot?" Whiskey curses.
"Let me look!" Jewel shoves Schiz away. I stand here. I don't feel a thing. I'm in shock. I start taking deep breaths and absorbing everything and everyone around me. Then I feel the pain.
Son of a bitch.
"Mommy's shot?" Shane struggles against Shank in his arms to face me.
"No, baby. I'm fine. Go play with the others." I tell him through clenched teeth. Shank takes him back down the hall.
I keep taking deep breath but start feeling light headed.
"I'm gonna pass out, Jewel." I warn then blackness overcomes me.