The Outlaw's Obsession(13)

This guy was the same one she had seen right before shit had gone down—the one she knew was the leader of this MC. He was also the same one that she had felt this uncomfortable magnetism toward. And it only seemed to intensify with him being so close. She may not be a shifter, but she knew he was no human, and that he was very dangerous. But that had nothing to do with what had just happened, or the fact he was covered in wounds and blood.

“You don’t understand English, female?” the leader asked.

Sonya blinked. She was still dizzy, but not so much so that she didn’t see the rest of this man’s crew moving up behind him.

“She one of Trick’s club whores?” another man asked.

Sonya opened her mouth, but nothing came out, and instead that dizziness intensified, and the feel of something warm sliding along her arm had her looking down. A bright red trail of blood made its way from her shoulder, and continued descending until it dripped from her fingertips to the ground.

“Fuck. She’s been shot.”

The dizziness slammed into her harder and harder, and then she felt the world tilt. She didn’t know who was speaking, but right now she didn’t care.

“Christ, she’s going down.” The man she felt this connection with spoke again, his voice so deep and rough, like a serrated blade moving along her body, wasn’t enough to keep the darkness away. But Sonya didn’t want to fight it. At least she could say she had tried leaving, even if death had been an inevitable outcome in the MC life.





Chapter Four



“What do you want to do with her, Prez?”

Jagger stared at the female currently lying on the bed in one of the spare rooms at their clubhouse. He rolled Diesel’s words around in his head. Her shirt had been cut off so Court—the only one of them that had any kind of medical training—could take a look at the gunshot wound on her shoulder. Although they all knew how to patch themselves up, and in fact had to know that shit living this kind of life, Court actually had some first aid training.

“I don’t know. It’s obvious she was scared as hell, and it wasn’t because we were standing right there.” And that was the truth. She was clearly involved with Trick’s club or she wouldn’t have been there, but how deep did she go? His instincts told him she wasn’t just a club whore, not with the way she had been fully clothed, or the scent of strength she had emitted when she stood right in front of him after he and his MC killed the Wolverines. She had been scared, but that was understandable when she was right in the thick of a full out shifter MC fight. But she had also killed one of the Wolverine MC prospects, and he had seen the look in her eyes, the one that spoke of that being the first time she had taken a life.

“We shouldn’t have brought her here.”

Jagger looked at Brick after he spoke. Brick was leaning against the wall with his arms crossed.

“You expected me to leave an injured female there alone? She would have fucking bled out, or Trick would have come back and found her,” Jagger said, barely holding onto his anger.

But the last thing they needed was a complication like this in their club, but for as much as a bastard as he was, Jagger didn’t want the blood of innocent women or children on his hands. It wasn’t right, but she couldn’t stay here either. They had no room for females from rival MCs in their clubhouse, and unless she planned on being another addition to the Grizzly club whore selection, they needed to get her healed and ship her ass on her way. And the thought of her leaving didn’t sit well with Jagger. He even had a physical reaction in him in the form of a tightening in his gut.

The fight with Trick and his men had been a long time coming. But Trick was still out there, and there was no doubt that he would come back to pay in kind. The Colorado Wolverine charter was no longer active, or at least Jagger hoped this fight had solidified that. There were half a dozen corpses to prove it, but not the one that needed extinguishing the most. Jagger didn’t know if another charter would come after them, or if they would let it go. There were no doubts that one of the Wolverine Presidents would contact him, and if not and they just retaliated, then Jagger and his crew would just have to take them out as well. He didn’t want all this violence, even if it ran in his blood and ruled his life. But he had to take hold of it and not let go, because it was engrained in him and everything he stood for.

“I wasn’t about to leave a female there amongst all of that shit. She was trying to escape, anyway. I know you all smelled that determination on her.”

Brick grunted and looked over at the female. “I’ll call the Utah and Arizona charters and have them come down in case this shit with the Wolverines doesn’t die. Especially with Trick hauling ass out of there before we could finish him off, I have a feeling he won’t let this rest.”