Page 53 of Tattooed Love

Slowly, she pulled her head up, and I was relieved when I saw her face clear of blood. Only tears streaked her cheeks.

Though the pain was clear in her eyes; what had they done?

I found myself grinding my teeth again; we should have been here sooner. I knelt down to face her, and pushed Jax slightly to the side. I ignored the daggers he shot me.

Amber was my sister.

“Can you walk?” I lowered my voice to her as I attempted to hide my rage. When we found these guys, they would be dead; and that wasn’t a figure of speech.

“Yes,” she muttered through broken tears. I had never seen Amber cry. Sure, we had seen her fake tears, but these tears were real. My blood boiled because I knew they were tears of pain. And it was our entire fault.

I pushed my gun into the band of my jeans and pulled my t-shirt over it. I wrapped an arm around her back and pulled her body up with mine.

She stumbled into my chest and a dull wave of sobs emanated from her. Her legs were weak under her, and I held her body up against mine.

I exchanged a look with Troy; what had happened here? Amber slowly pulled away from me. Looking down at her pale face, I saw it wince in pain.

My t-shirt clung to my body, slightly damp from her tears. I broke eye contact with her long enough to look down at my shirt, and I saw it covered in deep, crimson stains. Blood stains.

Worried, I glanced at Amber. Her black t-shirt didn’t show any signs of blood, but it did look damp up close.

Amber’s knees buckled, and she stumbled backwards, but, before I could reach her, Jax swept her up in his arms, lifting her off the floor.

“We should get her a hospital,” he said firmly, and I saw the desperation in his eyes. He was just as angry as me, and he truly cared for her.

“Has she been shot?” Tyler asked worried, staring at the blood that soaked my top.

“I don’t know,” I frowned, voice filled with concern.

“I can’t go to the hospital,” she whimpered. I had never heard pain in my sister’s voice and it took a knife through my heart. The bastards would be dead when we found them, and I knew the boys were thinking the same as me.

“You need to go to the hospital,” Jax snapped back, the anger clear in his voice. “You don’t have a choice.”

“Take me home, you guys will have to deal with this.” Her voice was wavering as she fought to stay awake. “The police will get involved, when they see all this. You… we can’t go…” her eyelids were fluttering closed.

“See what?” Adam frowned. “She’s about to pass out.”

But Adam was wrong. She had already passed out; her body limp in Jax’s arms.

“What should we do?” Tyler asked. “She looks bad.”

“We don’t even know what they have done. What if they rap…?”

“Don’t say it,” Jax snapped with venom in his voice.

“We take her home,” I spoke up, cutting into the conversation. “It’s what she asked us to do.”

Troy nodded his head, keeping his jaw clenched. “Fine. Tyler, go figure out a car. We can’t take her back on the bikes. Adam, you go with Tyler, and keep pressure on her stomach. We will work out the rest when we are home. I’ll call the club, get some of the guys to ride the other bikes home and clean up the Hummer.”

We all nodded our heads.

“I will stay with Amber. Adam you can ride back,” Jax said, Amber’s limp body in his arms.

Nobody questioned his wanting to stay with Amber; right now we had to get her home. I would bring it up with him later. I didn’t like the unhealthy attraction he seemed to have to my sister because, when it came down to it, Jax was more dangerous than all of us put together.

Chapter 13

Cole

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