Empty Secrets (Back Down Devil MC #5.5)(5)

“Let’s just get out of here,” Jace said. “Fuck this scene, man. I’m done with all that right now. We’re better off all together in case we get attacked again.”

Jett froze and looked over his shoulder. “What the f*ck is going to come of that mess? I feel like we’re chasing our tails.”

“Maybe we are, bro,” Jace said. “But it’s bad. Erik almost died. You see his face? He’s going to be f*cked up for the rest of his life. And that’s scary, man. He’s a loose canon as it is.”

“Hey, speaking of loose canons,” Blaine said. “My cock is a little full right now from touching that chick in there. Can we ride? I need to let one go.”

“Fucking hell, man,” Jett said.

They kept walking, and it took all of a second for Jett to realize there was something on his motorcycle.

As he got closer…

Fuck, not something. Someone.

“There’s a drunk chick on your ride,” Jace said.

“How the f*ck did you get this lucky?” Blaine asked.

The chick was literally right over the seat. Just dangling there. Feet almost touching the ground on one side, fingertips almost touching on the other. Her shirt was pulled up a little, showing some skin. She wore some tight jeans and had a nice little curvy ass.

Jett approached and smacked at her hip. “Hey, beautiful, wake the f*ck up. This ain’t your ride.”

“She could be my ride,” Blaine said.

“Hey!” Jett yelled. He smacked her ass. “Wake the f*ck up!”

The woman didn’t move.

“Christ,” Jace said. “How drunk is she? Is she f*cking dead?”

Jett felt his heart drop. That’s all he needed right now. Some chick dead on his ride. He rushed to the other side of the motorcycle and moved her hair out of the way. Dark, dirty blonde hair that was thick. Just the kind Jett liked. Her eyes were definitely shut. He stuck two fingers to her neck - nice, soft skin… - and felt for a pulse.

“She’s alive,” he said. “Pulse is fine.”

Her heart was beating like normal. Not fast, not weak.

Jett crouched down and kept the chick’s hair out of her face. He stroked her cheek with a little more care than he wanted to give her.

“Hey,” he said. “Wake up. Come on. You have no clue where you are right now. Don’t make me call the…”

There was a siren in the distance.

“Oh, f*ck,” Blaine said. “That bitch of a bartender called the police for real.”

“Fuck,” Jace said. “We have to ride.”

“What the f*ck do I do?” Jett asked. “Just throw her to the ground?”

“What’s the difference?” Jace asked. “She’s drunk. She’ll sleep it off and wake up when she feels it. Or the cops will find her. Don’t get involved.”

Jett grabbed the woman by the jaw and shook her. “Hey! Cops are coming! Wake the f*ck up!”

The chick didn’t move. Completely lifeless… except for the normal heartbeat.

“This is f*cked,” Jett growled. “Just what we f*cking need right now.”

The sirens started to close in.

“They’re coming,” Blaine said. “Chief will get pissed if we’re here hanging around at a scene.”

“Fine,” Jett said.

He grabbed the woman under her armpits. He told himself not to think of how close his hands were to her tits. That would be so f*cking wrong to do. That was Blaine’s territory, sleeping chicks and all. Not Jett. They needed to be f*cking awake and somewhat coherent.

Jett pulled the chick from his ride and lifted her up. He then slowly spun her to put her on the ground on her back. He knew he would need to turn her head in case she threw up, or else she’d choke on her own vomit. But as he laid her down, he looked at her stomach and let out a groan.

“Blood,” he said. “Fuck, man, f*ck.”

“Christ,” Jace said. “She’s stabbed…”

The sirens were even closer.

“What the f*ck do we do now?” Blaine asked.

Jett had two options. He could put the chick down and leave her be. Hope she wouldn’t bleed out and die. (Run the risk of having his fingerprints on her and having this mess somehow get tied back to him.) Or he could somehow prop her up on his motorcycle and get her to the clubhouse.

Nice guy or dick guy.

“Fuck,” he yelled. “We have to get her to the clubhouse. Just to check her. Make sure she’s going to live. Then we can drop her off at a hospital or something. I don’t know. I can’t leave her like this.”

“You’re in love with her already,” Blaine said and laughed.

“Help me figure this out,” Jett growled.

He stuck two fingers to her neck again and checked her pulse. Still good. Still strong.

The chick started to stir a little and Jett put his lips to her ear. “I’m not going to hurt you, beautiful. I’m trying to save you. I need you to fight and ride with me on my motorcycle.”

Her lips fluttered for a second and that was it. She didn’t move again. She didn’t turn her head again. But her pulse was still there.

“We have to hurry,” Jett said. “She’s f*cking bleeding out.”