Killyama’s face broke into a vindictive smile. “I’ll take you up on that, Shade.”
Shaking his head, he turned back to the man questioning him. The trooper had just finished questioning Shade when a stretcher with Lily on it was rolled out. He quickly followed them out the door, his facial expression daring anyone to try to stop him.
“I might have been wrong about that man,” Killyama said.
“I doubt it,” Sex Piston said. She had felt the tension in Shade when Lily’s stretcher had rolled past. The man’s muscles had bulged as his hands had clenched at his sides. The man was a ticking time bomb, and Sex Piston was grateful that The Last Riders were the ones that had to deal with that loose cannon.
Stud’s arm circled her waist from behind. “You ready? The technician said you can ride with Fat Louise.”
“Thanks, Stud.” She turned her head, kissing him on his jaw before moving away to the ambulance that Fat Louise was being rolled into. She was confident her friends would lock up the shop after the police cleared out.
Climbing into the ambulance, she took a seat on the bench next to Fat Louise’s stretcher. Her head turned and she saw the relief in the pretty gold eyes before they closed against her pale cheeks. Fat Louise was their weakest link, but sometimes their strongest. She was a total screw up at times and yet, whenever anyone needed something done that no one wanted to do, Fat Louise always came through.
She was the one that knew the most about what Sex Piston had gone through when she had been bullied in middle school because she had experienced it herself before Crazy Bitch and Killyama had taken her under their wing.
The ride to the hospital was short and she became increasingly concerned when she heard over the intercom—in which the drivers of the two ambulances talked to each other—that Lily had lost consciousness. The lights on the ambulance behind them began blaring and then gaining speed while theirs slowed so the other could overtake them, speeding away.
Fat Louise and her stared at each other, worried about Beth’s sister. She was a sweet woman who Beth obviously worshiped and had raised since their parents’ death.
The ambulance pulled into the hospital and they rolled Fat Louise’s stretcher from the vehicle, telling Sex Piston to do the required paperwork then wait in the waiting room. Sex Piston wanted to argue, but knew it would do no good.
Giving her friend a quick word of encouragement, she went to find the check-in counter, which was easy to do since the commotion hit her when she walked in through the sliding doors.
Utter chaos was taking place in the form of Shade, who was trying to get inside where the patients were being treated. Two security officers were holding him back, threatening to place him under arrest.
“Shit.” Sex Piston rushed forward as he slammed the men together, knocking them on their asses.
“Shade,” Sex Piston tried to intervene then thought better of it when she saw his face.
The sliding doors opened behind her and Stud, Viper and Razer entered to find her trying to deal with a crazed Shade.
Razer and Viper took on Shade while Stud helped the security guards to their feet. Taking them to the side, she could see him talking quietly to them. Razer and Viper were both attempting unsuccessfully to stop Shade from going into the room where Lily was being treated. Shade shook off Viper then rounded on Razer, throwing him up against the wall, his forearm pressed against Razer’s throat.
“I’m fucking done. You hear me, Razer?” Razer managed to nod his head against the pressure Shade was exerting against his throat. “That woman in there could die. I haven’t even been able to touch her yet, feel her against me, or even fucking kiss her because I’ve let what little conscience I have left, and my friendship with you, stop me. No more. You deal with Beth however you want, but I’m done with everyone telling me to stay away from her. Do you fucking understand me?” Again Razer nodded.
Shade stepped back, moving away from both Viper and Razer who stood watching, like her, as Shade fought for control. Running a shaking hand over his short-cropped hair, he finally managed to regain control over himself before turning back to his brothers, catching sight of Sex Piston.
The sudden blaring over the intercom calling a code had his eyes going wild again. Sex Piston took a step forward before he could lose it again, grabbing him by the front of his shirt.
“You need to get your shit under control,” she said between gritted teeth. “Beth will come in that door any minute.” Her eyes swept to the side, seeing Razer’s confirming nod. “Lily will not be happy to have her sister upset any more than she already is. So calm your ass down.” Sex Piston saw that her words were getting through to the hardass biker.