you to Doc's."
She looks at it and closes the first aid kit. "Ok. Sewing it myself will be hard because it's on my hand. You don't look like you're into sewing me."
"No I'm not into sewing you. Fuck woman!"
She laughs. "I was an EMT before I started doing ink full time. Sewing me doesn't bother me."
I stop and look at her. The shit I learn about her makes her all the more interesting to me. "That's fuckin sexy to picture babe." She laughs and drags me out.
Sally takes care of her in minutes and I get her back on the bike so she can be back for her appointment. She won't cancel it. I can't be pissed at her, I would keep working too. I just don't want her to be in pain trying to hold the gun with her cut hand. Since it’s her hand and her customer, it's her call. I pull out of the clinic lot and a car veers right toward us. What the fuck? I gun it and call into Security. "Digs, I got a car that was aimed at me coming out of Doc's. Pull the video."
Rich: "LP2 on, pussy definitely aimed for you B3."
Me: "Fuckin got that, Brother."
LP2: "HS3 is on his way to you. Three blocks east. Fuck Brother, the car is coming up on your left."
I turn to the right and pull my gun.
Me: "I need to get Amanda somewhere safe, Brother."
LP2: "Tiny is a block away from you. He'll pick her up. Pull into the pharmacy lot."
Me: "Roger LP2." I pull in and hear the tires screeching. A truck blocks my path another hits us from the left side. Amanda screams. I hear the shots but I can't fuckin move. "Mandy." She doesn't answer. Fuckin hell, I try to turn and see her but the truck has my leg pinned and my fuckin back feels like it's got a steel rod in it. My other leg is pinned under the bike, if the truck moves I can get to her. I feel her arm around me. Why the fuck isn't the truck moving off us?
"Brother, I'm going to move the truck back. Doc's on his way." Tiny is talking but I can't see him.
"Mandy, you alright babe?" She moans. Thank fuck. The truck rolls off pulling my leg. "Hold up, Tiny! My fuckin leg feels like it's burning right the fuck off." I deep breathe and hope the fuck I don't pass out.
Driscoll and Bull are talking. They lift the front of the truck and roll it back. "Get Amanda, Brother." Doc and Sally show. Everyone is talking but I'm having trouble following what the fuck they're saying. Bull lifts the bike up some, easing the pain in my back and on my leg. Driscoll takes Amanda to Sally when they get her out from the bike. I try to see her but still can't turn around. Tiny covers my leg; they pull the bike while holding my leg up. "Fuck!" It feels like they’re pulling my fuckin leg off. Doc yells something but they're fading out. "Take care of Mandy, Doc. I'll be fine."
Amanda
“Bob.” I’m being moved and it fuckin hurts.
“I got you, Little Inky. The chopper is on its way. Doc is with Bob now; Sally is going to check you out.” The voice is familiar but my head is pounding so loud in my ears I can’t tell who it is.
I fight to open my eyes. “Tiny. Two trucks. One blocked, the other rammed us. I need to see Bob. He turned the bike, please let me see Bob.” My voice is whiny, it sounds like I’m drunk to my own ears but my head is pounding so what the fuck do I know.
“He’ll be on the chopper with you. Doc is helping him now.” Tiny says. His voice fades away.
Fuck, my head is too heavy to move. “Bob.” Someone moves my hand; I feel a hand under mine.
Whoever moved it pats my wrist. “He’s right here, Amanda.”
I don’t know the voice. It’s so loud and my head is pounding. I hold on tight. “I love you Bob! Don’t you dare leave me! I can’t do it again!” I squeeze his hand. “I can’t do it again.”
Chapter Seven
Three days
Bob
I use the bar they got hanging from the ceiling to lift up. Pain radiates down my
She looks at it and closes the first aid kit. "Ok. Sewing it myself will be hard because it's on my hand. You don't look like you're into sewing me."
"No I'm not into sewing you. Fuck woman!"
She laughs. "I was an EMT before I started doing ink full time. Sewing me doesn't bother me."
I stop and look at her. The shit I learn about her makes her all the more interesting to me. "That's fuckin sexy to picture babe." She laughs and drags me out.
Sally takes care of her in minutes and I get her back on the bike so she can be back for her appointment. She won't cancel it. I can't be pissed at her, I would keep working too. I just don't want her to be in pain trying to hold the gun with her cut hand. Since it’s her hand and her customer, it's her call. I pull out of the clinic lot and a car veers right toward us. What the fuck? I gun it and call into Security. "Digs, I got a car that was aimed at me coming out of Doc's. Pull the video."
Rich: "LP2 on, pussy definitely aimed for you B3."
Me: "Fuckin got that, Brother."
LP2: "HS3 is on his way to you. Three blocks east. Fuck Brother, the car is coming up on your left."
I turn to the right and pull my gun.
Me: "I need to get Amanda somewhere safe, Brother."
LP2: "Tiny is a block away from you. He'll pick her up. Pull into the pharmacy lot."
Me: "Roger LP2." I pull in and hear the tires screeching. A truck blocks my path another hits us from the left side. Amanda screams. I hear the shots but I can't fuckin move. "Mandy." She doesn't answer. Fuckin hell, I try to turn and see her but the truck has my leg pinned and my fuckin back feels like it's got a steel rod in it. My other leg is pinned under the bike, if the truck moves I can get to her. I feel her arm around me. Why the fuck isn't the truck moving off us?
"Brother, I'm going to move the truck back. Doc's on his way." Tiny is talking but I can't see him.
"Mandy, you alright babe?" She moans. Thank fuck. The truck rolls off pulling my leg. "Hold up, Tiny! My fuckin leg feels like it's burning right the fuck off." I deep breathe and hope the fuck I don't pass out.
Driscoll and Bull are talking. They lift the front of the truck and roll it back. "Get Amanda, Brother." Doc and Sally show. Everyone is talking but I'm having trouble following what the fuck they're saying. Bull lifts the bike up some, easing the pain in my back and on my leg. Driscoll takes Amanda to Sally when they get her out from the bike. I try to see her but still can't turn around. Tiny covers my leg; they pull the bike while holding my leg up. "Fuck!" It feels like they’re pulling my fuckin leg off. Doc yells something but they're fading out. "Take care of Mandy, Doc. I'll be fine."
Amanda
“Bob.” I’m being moved and it fuckin hurts.
“I got you, Little Inky. The chopper is on its way. Doc is with Bob now; Sally is going to check you out.” The voice is familiar but my head is pounding so loud in my ears I can’t tell who it is.
I fight to open my eyes. “Tiny. Two trucks. One blocked, the other rammed us. I need to see Bob. He turned the bike, please let me see Bob.” My voice is whiny, it sounds like I’m drunk to my own ears but my head is pounding so what the fuck do I know.
“He’ll be on the chopper with you. Doc is helping him now.” Tiny says. His voice fades away.
Fuck, my head is too heavy to move. “Bob.” Someone moves my hand; I feel a hand under mine.
Whoever moved it pats my wrist. “He’s right here, Amanda.”
I don’t know the voice. It’s so loud and my head is pounding. I hold on tight. “I love you Bob! Don’t you dare leave me! I can’t do it again!” I squeeze his hand. “I can’t do it again.”
Chapter Seven
Three days
Bob
I use the bar they got hanging from the ceiling to lift up. Pain radiates down my
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