Chapter 107: Brothers
*Trust me, it’s damned near a requirement for brothers to want to kill each other at some point; but so is forgiveness. – Israel*
Tank and Ink sat in the emergency room waiting room waiting for… something. Anything. Everything.
Their world was back there and they could not be back there with her. They were not family. They were not married. Not yet.
Several other Saints stood around uncertain of what to do for their brothers.
The outer doors slid open and five men in leathers entered. The gray-haired man with a large belly sat in a chair across from Tank while the tall lanky shaggy brunette sat across from Ink. A large muscular African American man sat next to Tank. The other two, both tall and dark, approached the counter.
The two men across from them spoke softly in a foreign language until the larger man next to Tank gave them a warning glare.
After a moment at the window, one went to the back and the other came and sat across from them. “They’re taking Priest back to her.”
“Funny collar is good for something.” The gray-haired man smirked.
“Where’s the thief?”
“Isaac said about five out.” The black man said.
They all had deep southern Louisiana accents that they spoke with softly for a few minutes in creole French. Then the one that resembled Santa laughed and the other three shook their heads grinning.
The outer doors opened again and about thirty more riders entered. Dixie went straight to Tank and Ink who both stood and hugged the small woman. Isaac went to the counter and was quickly escorted back. The other two triplets stood on either side of their daughter’s men.
Roscoe went to Toad first and they spoke softly before he went and greeted the Cajuns. They shook hands and their leader greeted him with a grin and a gruff “Thief.”
“It’s hard to be stolen, when you go willingly.” A brunette woman that came to his shoulder said as he wrapped her arms around his waist.
“When a man steals my only sister away, he’s a thief.” He replied as Toad approached them. “Sorry, I should have introduced myself. I’m Zydeco.”
“Toad.” He extended a hand. “Prospect is going to head back to the clubhouse if any of you want to go.”
“We road straight through.” Roscoe admitted looking at his wife. “Take the Ladies. Reed, Colt, you stay. Ryan, Jordan and Luis you have post. Everyone else get some sleep.”
“Leigh, Mary, stay with Dixie.” Cera said stepping away from her brother. “We’ll post when we get settled.”
Toad looked around and realized that about half of the Renegades were women. He motioned for the prospect to come over. “Stephen, take care of our guests. I’ll call Nessie.”
The man nodded and offered a hand to Roscoe.
Taking his hand, Roscoe gave a chin lift towards his wife. “Son, I’m staying. Cera has the Ladies and Ryan the men. Any issues, you go to Cera. Ryan.”
Ryan nodded. “Renegades.”
“Mount up.” The men from Texas and Louisiana replied.
“Ladies.” Cera said before kissing her husband.
“Ride ‘em hard.” Came the answer and those who were leaving, headed for the door. Toad made a motion with his hand and about half the Saints stood and followed them.
No one said anything about the two men still clinging to the small blonde. Nor that two of her husbands had yet to say anything.
A few minutes after they left, Isaac walked back into the waiting room with an arm around Law’s shoulders and Priest following them.
Law now wore a blue scrub shirt that the hospital gave him. It was obvious that he had been crying and was still quite upset. His father kept a comforting arm around his shoulders.
“They’re taking her upstairs for surgery.” Isaac told the group. “Bullet went straight through but it chipped her shoulder blade.”
Doc joined the group as Isaac spoke. He wore black scrubs with a blue name tag. A bright blue stethoscope hung around his neck.
“She’s doing fine. Hell, she asked the cop if he could handcuff her to the bed.” Doc chuckled. “Told her that we have restraints and she got excited.”
“That’s my girl.” Dixie said from between Tank and Ink.
“I can take you up to the surgery waiting room.” Doc offered. “Isiah, the local PD want to talk to you. Official capacity.”
As they all started to follow Doc, the outer doors opened and Athos entered. Before any Saints could react, Tank went after his brother.
Thankfully for the younger brother, Zye and Roscoe stood between them.
“Your mind is not in the right place, son.” Toad advised.
“Move. I need to have words with my brother.” Tank growled.
“Priest.” Zye said and black hands clamped down on Tank and Ink’s shoulders.
“I’ve got ‘em.” Came the quiet response.
“He was supposed to keep her safe.” Ink threw out.
“No.” Molly countered. “That’s your job.”
They both slumped with the weight of failure.
“It would have been easier to keep her safe if you would have told her.” Law pointed out.
“Why didn’t you tell her?” Isiah asked.
“That was my call.” Toad admitted.
“You told all your patches?” Reed asked and the Saints all confirmed it.
“Fuckin' pussies.” Mary muttered and found a blade at her throat. “Sorry, Dix. No disrespect. Their Lady is patched, she deserves-"
“As far as I know, Saints don’t patch women. And other than her widow cut, Lady Evelyn has not worn another patch.” Roscoe warned.
“Except property.” The Latina beauty sneered.
“Lady Cera may not be here, but it is still a Texas Renegades patch you want.” Roscoe warned as Dixie nicked the girl’s neck. “You will respect the host chapter and you will apologize for your rudeness. Or you will be sent home. Alone.”
Renegades never rode alone. Ever. If you were sent somewhere by yourself, you would not be back. The minimum that Renegades rode with was four on long distances. If three left for a local ride, you could guarantee only two would return.
Mary swallowed hard and then mumbled an apology.
“We’ll work on that attitude.” Roscoe warned. “Reed, let your mother know that Mary will be going to the clubhouse with the next group and once there, she is confined to quarters.”
Dixie wiped the blade on her jeans before sheathing it under her cut. Reed called his mom and Mary’s eyes widened.
“Am I going back to Texas?” she whispered and Roscoe shrugged.
“Priest, stay with Evie’s men.” Zye ordered and the man nodded as he directed them to follow Doc.
