Beautiful Outlaw(79)

“Why the fuck would they shoot him?” Rollo asks.

Tag’s eyes open briefly, before closing again. I watch as he takes a deep breath and opens his mouth. “I was trying to help Shay. Red was trying to put her in Mom’s car.”

The urge to jump up and chase after them fills me, but I know it would be no use. By the time I got to my bike, they’d be long gone. I close my eyes, trying to calm myself. “What did they want with Shay?”

He tries to say something, but it comes out as a bloody cough instead. Knowing I’m losing him, I look to Rollo. “Damn it, this is bad.”

“I think it’s time you tell me what the fuck is going on. We’re fixin’ to go to war for your woman, but I have no damn idea why. What the hell is happening here, brother?”

“Cash made some sort of deal with Shay’s husband.”

The words barely leave my mouth, before Tin-Man rushes out the door with his gun drawn. “What the hell is happing now?”

I don’t bother replying, just continue to add pressure to Tag’s wound. Rollo does the explaining. “I’m not sure, really, but Tag has a damn bullet in his chest and Red and Domino just burned rubber getting out of here.”

“Red?” Tin asks, his voice filled with uncertainty. “No fucking way. He wouldn’t do this shit.”

Rollo starts to tell him about his suspicions, but I cut him off. “We can talk about that shit later. Right now, we gotta get the kid to the hospital.”

Tin looks down to Tag then back to me. “I don’t think you should move him.”

He’s right; I shouldn’t, but I’m going to anyway. If we call this shit in, the entire clubhouse will be swarming with police. That’s the last fuckin’ thing I need right now. I don’t want the kid to die, but if I don’t put a stop to Cash’s plans, Shay could die too. I run my options through my head, settling on the best then motion towards Rollo. “Pick one of the bitches to ride with you. Y’all take him in, say he was target practicing behind your house and somehow shot himself.”

Not giving him time to reply, I look to Tin and use my free hand to toss him my knife. “Cut some strips from your shirt. I wanna wrap him up, before we try to move him.”

Tin does as I say, without hesitation, but he does add his opinion of my plan. “They ain’t gonna buy that shit.”

“No they won’t, but I need a little time to get things straight here before the boys in blue come our way.”

How the hell I’ll do that, I don’t know. In fact, I have no fuckin’ idea what’s even going on. If Red is part of all this shit, the entire game has changed. Cash has probably known what was going on from the get go. I just wonder why in the fuck he didn’t stop me before I went to Alabama. My mind races, trying to find the answer. Suddenly, it all clicks in place. Cash set me up; he fuckin’ set me up.

Cash wanted me in Alabama. He wanted me away from here so he could set up this shit with Marcus. How the fuck he figured out about Shay’s past I don’t know, but I damn sure plan to find out. When I do, someone is going to die.

Tin lets out a whistle, drawing my attention. I look at him, just as he tosses me a strip from his shirt. I lift Tag and start to bind his wound. The movement causes him to let out a pain filled moan. “Help her.” Tag sputters out as he opens his eyes again. “You gotta help Shay.”





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Shay

I wake in pain, agony so severe that it nearly takes my breath away. Fighting to shake off the darkness, I slowly open my eyes. Surprisingly, I find myself in Bowie’s house, laying on the bed in Tin-Man’s room. The smell of marijuana and stale beer causes my stomach to flip flop.

I try to roll to my side, but my side feels as if it has a knife lodged deeply in it. With each breath I take, it slices further into me. I take a deep breath, trying to work up the courage to move again. Before I can try, voices from the other room stop me. “Is she still out cold?”

“Yeah, the bitch fought like a wildcat.”

My brain is too foggy to make out who’s talking, but I focus on what is being said. “Whose fuckin’ idea was it for us to wait here?”

“Cash thought it would be funny for us to hold the little bitch at Bowie’s house. A little retribution for taking over the club,” Says a female voice, with an evil laugh. It can only be Tag’s mothers, so that means the other voice probably belongs to Red.

The reminder that Bowie’s own father is behind this causes my pulse to quicken. I knew that he hated his son the moment I laid eyes on him, but I didn’t realize how truly evil he is. Even after everything that Bowie has told me, a small part of me couldn’t believe a father would want to hurt his own son.