Page 16 of Carrie's Strength
“Fuck, no, I hadn’t. I was watching around me, not my brothers. Let me get Wrench and Tank on the call.”
Adding them both to the call, I inform them what Wire just said.
“Yeah, I did notice. Been watching the fucker closely lately. Something ain’t right,” Wrench says.
Before anyone can reply, a black van appears from nowhere, and gunfire starts around us.
I watch as the van swerves Wire off the road.
Pulling my bike to a stop, I start to run toward him with my gun drawn when I feel burning in my shoulder, causing me to go down. My hand instantly goes to my arm, and I feel the wetness and stickiness of blood on my hand. Turning to Wire, I see three men in masks bundle him into the van and take off.
Turning to check on Tank and Wrench, I see Tank leaning over Wrench.
Getting up, I run over to them.
Tank has his hands-on Wrench’s stomach, applying pressure.
“Stay with me, you fucker. You’re not dying on my watch,” I can hear him shouting.
Ripping my helmet off, I call Prez.
“Shit went down about six miles from the clubhouse. Wrench is hit bad, and I took one to the shoulder. They took Wire,” I tell him.
“Hold on, brother, help is coming. Tank and Dog, okay?” he asks.
Looking around, I take a minute to see the bikes all laid out in the middle of the road.
“JOKER!” Prez shouts.
“Tank is fine. Dog is gone,” I finally say.
“What do you mean gone, Joker?” Prez asks.
“As in the fucker isn’t here. No bike. No Dog,” I grit out.
“Okay, be there soon. Just hold on, brother,” he says as he ends the call.
I look over to Tank, who is still applying pressure to Wrench’s stomach.
I reach over and check his pulse. Finding one, I let out the breath I didn’t realize I was holding.
“Keep the pressure on, he’s got a pulse, and Prez is sending help,” I tell Tank.
“We can’t lose him,” I can hear the fear in his voice.
“We won’t. Just keep doing what you’re doing.” I try to reassure him as best I can.
It doesn’t take long for the rest of the brothers and an ambulance to reach us.
I watch as the paramedics work on Wrench and get him loaded up into the ambulance.
“Keep the faith, brother,” Prez says as I watch the ambulance speed away.
“Mount up and meet at the hospital,” Prez orders.
We all rush to our bikes and speed off after the ambulance.
Walking into the emergency room, it is wall-to-wall leather. Prez goes off to see what he can find out about Wrench while a nurse takes me through to be stitched up.
