The Biker's Fate Chapter 457

There was so much fucking blood, I didn't know where to start or whether or not I should move her. What if something was broken?

"The ambulance is coming baby. Just hold on okay?" I said as I removed her restraints. At least I could do that. I heard Vitaly's moans from the doorway and whispered to Remington, "I'll be right back, I promise."

I couldn't do shit about Remington, but I sure as fuck could do something about the asshole who'd done this to her. I walked to Vitaly and bent down, so he could see my face clearly.

"Please… help me," he sputtered as blood poured from his mouth.

"I'm not here to help you, you son-of-a-bitch. I want you looking into my eyes when I send you to hell."

I squeezed the trigger again. Point blank. Right through the motherfucker's heart. As the echo of the .9mm rang out through the hallway, I could hear the sirens of the approaching ambulance.

"Give me that," Dash demanded, and took the gun from me. I dropped to my knees and felt Vitaly for a weapon.

"This was on him," Dash said, passing me a knife.

I grabbed the bandana I had in my pocket, wiped the knife down, pressed Vitaly's fingerprints all over it, and placed it on the ground next to him, curling his fingers around the hilt.

"Was he left or right-handed?" I asked to no one in particular.

"You need to get the fuck outta here," Badger pressed, still holding pressure on Alamo's wound.

"I am not leaving Remington," I said and took the gun back from Badger.

"I don't know who's comin', Finch. I don't know if they're friendlies."

"It's fucking self-defense, Badger." I rose to my feet. "It's all good."

"Doc's not gonna like that you shot this asshole. We don't do that."

"We do when one of ours is being threatened, brother, and you well know it. Pretty sure if Quin was in the same position, you wouldn't hesitate. Did you see what the fuck he did to Remi? Go look and tell me you wouldn't have done the same thing."

"Jesus, you've got balls of steel."

I shrugged and headed back to Remington to wait for the emergency vehicles.

"Goddammit!" a voice I didn't recognize echoed through the house.

"We got another one!" Doom called out.

I made my way toward the noise in case my brothers needed backup, and found a man I didn't recognize, gun drawn, F.B.I. written across his Kevlar vest.

"What the fuck did you do, Doom?" he growled out.

"Got somethin' for ya, Dalton." Doom shoved an older looking man to the ground and settled his foot in his back. His hands were ziptied behind him, so he was immobile for the moment. "He was hidin' in the attic. Meet Yegor Sokolov. Vitaly's uncle, and brother to one Captain Vasili Sokolov of the Iolanta. Remember him?"

"Poppy's captor," Dash provided.

"One and the same," Doom said.

"Number six on the F.B.I.'s most wanted list," Dalton said.

"You're welcome." Doom nodded. "I'm assuming you can take control of this scene?"

"Yeah, man, I'll take it from here."

Remington

I forced gritty eyes open and quickly decided I was totally over waking up in dark rooms. Pain shot through my arm and I cried out, trying to shift away from the discomfort.

"Baby?"

"Merrick?" I whispered, searching for him in the darkness.

"I'm here, honey," he said, leaning over me. "Gonna get you something for the pain."

"Where am I?"

"Hospital."

"Where's Vitaly?"

"Dead."

I gasped. "What?"

"Let me get a nurse. I'll explain everything as soon as you're feeling better."

I reached for him. "Wait."

He leaned over me again. "What, honey?"

"I'm so sorry."

"You have nothing to be sorry about." He stroked my cheek and kissed me gently. "Let me get you some pain meds."

I nodded, and he left me, but only for a minute, returning with a pretty red-headed nurse who was admiring my man a little too much for my liking.

"You're awake," she said, leaning over me with a smile.

"Thanks, Captain Obvious," I grumbled, and she chuckled.

"Good to see you have a sense of humor." She shot something into my IV and I instantly felt relief.

I also felt happy and high.

"Better?" she asked.

I giggled in response.

She patted my arm and nodded. "I'm going to get the doctor. I'll be back in a minute."

Merrick sat on the edge of the bed and smiled. "You feeling good?"

I nodded. "My mouth is dry, though."

"I'll get you some water."

He helped me with the straw and I drank deeply. Water had never tasted so good.

A doctor walked in a few minutes later and pulled up my X-rays. "You have a pretty clean break, considering. A cast will suffice, no surgery. You have some contusions on your face as well, but nothing is broken, and I don't see evidence of a concussion, despite the beating. We'll keep you overnight, get you sorted with a cast, and you should be able to go home before lunch."

"Did you test me for rabies?" I asked.

"Were you bit by a rabid animal?" the doctor asked, concerned.

"No, I bit the bitch who was helping her brother beat the shit out of me. Just want to make sure she's clean."

The doctor relaxed. "We ran bloodwork for several possible infections. All are clean."

"Thank you," I said.

"You've got a call button right next to you, and if you have any questions, let the nurses know, okay?"

I nodded. "I will. Thank you."