Pike sbmc missouri book.., p.1
Pike: SBMC Missouri Book 3, page 1
PIKE
Pike
Soulless Bastards MC
Missouri Book 3
By Erin Trejo
Cover Design: Shepard Originals with the amazing Amanda Shepard
Copyright:
Copyright Erintrejo@2024: No part of this publication may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopy, recording, or any information storage and retrieval system without the prior written consent from the author, except in the instance of quotes for reviews. No part of this book may be scanned, uploaded, or distributed via the Internet without the permission of the author, which is a violation of the International copyright law and subjects the violator to severe fines and imprisonment.
This is a work of fiction. The names, characters, incidents and places are products of the author’s imagination, and are not to be construed as real except where noted and authorized. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or actual events are entirely coincidental. Any trademarks, service marks, product names, names featured are assumed to be the property of their respective owners, and are used only for reference. There is no implied endorsement if any of these terms are used.
Chapter 1
Pike
I exhale cigarette smoke into the air as I take in the room. Everyone is laughing and having a good time getting ready for my party in a few days. Turning thirty-six doesn’t really bother me. It’s just another day.
Some people enjoy their birthdays, and some don’t. I don’t really care either way. I’m happy just being alive. I shove out of the chair and walk toward the door, heading out into the cool night. The air is getting colder now, and I like it. I like breathing in the crisp winter air.
“Shouldn’t be out here alone,” I hear a voice warn me. I turn my head quickly to the left to see who spoke when shots are fired. I don’t have time to react before I’m hit and fall to the ground with a grunt. I hear boots hitting the pavement, and I know the asshole who did this just took off. I reach for my side, putting my hand over the hole as I try to stand up. Just as I push myself against the wall, the guys come rushing out, guns pulled and ready for a fight.
“What the fuck?” Mask yells when he sees me struggling. They guys rush over, a few moving past me to check the area. Mask kneels next to me and moves my hand, checking the wound before he curses under his breath.
“It’s not bad,” I tell him.
“Like fuck, it’s not.” He pulls out his cell phone and begins to call nine one one. I don’t want the cops around here, but Mask can handle them. He can pay them to look the other way and allow us to handle this situation ourselves.
“Help me up,” I say as Free comes over and kneels to lift me to my feet. I sway back and forth as the pain radiates through my body.
“I didn’t see anyone,” he states as I nod my head.
“Shot me and took off. I didn’t see shit either,” I tell him. I lay my head back against the brick wall and close my eyes, trying to keep my head from spinning. I’m pretty sure I hit the motherfucker when I went down too.
“Ambulance is on the way,” Mask announces when I raise my hand and flip him off. I don’t need a damn ambulance. I need someone to stitch me up.
“Fuck the ambulance,” I grumble. Mask chuckles and shakes his head.
“You’re goin’ to the hospital, asshole. There’s no exit,” he nods toward my side. I shift on my feet and groan as the pain shoots through me. The fucking bullet is still in there. Great. Just what I needed.
“You want me to pull the feeds, Prez?” Van asks.
“Yeah. Do that while we wait out here,” Mask replies. Van smirks at me and walks away going inside to check the cameras to see what the hell happened.
I hear the sirens in the distance and listen as they get closer. I’m surprised they’d even come over here. The last time something happened here, not even the cops wanted to deal with it. They know who we are and what we do. They know what we could be up against.
The ambulance pulls up and I watch as they come toward me and get to work. I’m placed on the gurney as gauze or some shit is placed on my wound. The guy starts an IV and all that good shit before we ever leave the clubhouse.
“You see who did this?” he asks. I shake my head. Even if I did I wouldn’t be talking about it to him. Paramedics are like little birds who report back to the cops. They aren’t going to know shit about what happened. We’ll handle this on our own.
“Not a damn thing,” I tell him.
“Just snuck up on you?” he asks.
“Yeah. Came out of nowhere, shot me, and then ran,” I tell him. That’s all he’s going to get out of me.
The ride to the hospital is silent as he does what he needs to do and reports back to them. By the time we get there, I’m feeling like shit. I heard the rumble of the motorcycles behind me and knew the guys followed us here.
They pull me out of the ambulance and wheel me into the emergency room, where doctors and nurses await. They swarm around me, poking and shit. That’s when I spot her. I read her name tag as she hovers over me doing something. Feather. Who the hell names their kid Feather? Doesn’t matter to me. What does matter is the bruise she’s trying to disguise with makeup. I can spot that shit a mile away.
“Who hurt you?” I ask before she snaps her head back and looks at me. She plasters a fake smile on her face that I know isn’t real and shakes her head.
“You’re the patient. Who hurt you?”
“I don’t know. Didn’t see shit,” I tell her as they press on my stomach. I growl in pain as they get closer and closer to the wound.
“We’re going to get you fixed up,” she says with that smile plastered to her face. It’s so fucking fake. It makes me wonder if it’s one of these doctors in here. Slowly, I turn my head and look at them. It could be him. That one looks like an asshole. No. She wouldn’t show up to work with him after that.
I turn my head and look back at her. Feather. The girl has caught my attention now. The girl reminds me too much of my mother.
“You shouldn’t let men hurt you,” I tell her.
“I’m fine,” she says, trying to move away from me now. I see the look in her eyes. She’s standing here lying so her co-workers don’t look at her any closer than they already have. Or maybe they haven’t looked at her at all. Maybe they know who did this and they’re covering for him. Is it their boss?
“You don’t look fine.”
“I could say the same to you,” she says.
“We’re going to need to get you into surgery and get this bullet out.” A voice from someone down by my stomach announces. I nod my head as I feel my eyes slowly drifting closed. What the hell did they give me? I wasn’t even paying attention. I was too focused on her, Feather.
Chapter 2
Feather
Tonight has been a night from hell. First, the run in with Blake and then a full ER. I wasn’t prepared for this when I started nursing school. I knew it would be busy but this night has been insane. And that guy. Pike, is what they called him. How could he have seen what everyone else has ignored? The thought he could see right through me has thrown me off a little. I wasn’t expecting that.
Now, my shift is over, and I’m sitting in the waiting room to see how he’s doing. I don’t always check up on my patients, but this one just felt different. Something about him was different. So I wait.
There are a ton of guys in here, all wearing the same kind of vests he had on. I assume they’re waiting for him to get out of surgery, too.
“This is bullshit. I can’t believe it takes this long to pull a fuckin’ bullet out,” one of the men snaps.
“There could have been internal bleeding, or something else was hit,” I offer up. All eyes turn to me, and I smile slightly.
“Who are you? A doctor?”
“No. I was his nurse in the emergency room.”
“You can’t see what’s takin’ so long?” he asks.
“I can try,” I say as I move out of my chair and walk out of the waiting room and find the nurse’s desk.
“Hey, Julia. There’s family here for Pike Osmond. Any word?” She looks down at her computer and types in his name before she nods.
“He’s out of surgery and going into recovery. They should be able to see him soon.” I smile my thanks and head back to the room to tell the guy. He’s on his feet when I walk back in.
“He’s out of surgery. He’s going to recovery and then you can see him.”
“He’s okay?” he asks.
“Sounds that way,” I tell him. He grabs me unexpectedly and pulls me into a hug. It’s not the first time this has happened to me so I go with it. I let him hug me until he finally pulls away and turns to the others, who are now on their feet.
“What’s your name?”
“Feather.”
“Strange name.”
“I had strange parents,” I tell the other guy who’s now talking to me.
“Guess so. Thanks for checkin’ on him, Feather. That means a lot,” I nod my head before I sigh and step back. I suppose I should go. I’m sure they are going to want to see him but there’s something that’s bothering me. I just need to see him.
I walk back out of the room and down the hall before asking for his room. Once I have it, I walk down the hall and straight to his door. I don’t know what I’m going to say to him. I don’t know why I need to see him, but there’s just something nagging me, and I need to see he’s okay.
I push the door open and walk in as he blinks his eyes rapidly.
“Everything’s blurry.”
“It’s the drugs. They’ll wear off,” I explain to him. His head snaps in my direction and his eyes seem to lock with mine.
“You’re young,” he says, making note of how old I look.
“Not that young.”
“Jailbait.”
“No. Not that young,” I giggle at his choice of words.
“You’re blurry, Jailbait.”
“It’ll clear up. How are you feeling?”
“Are you stalkin’ me?”
“No. I was just checking on you.”
“Didn’t you see enough of me when they were cuttin’ my clothes off?” My cheeks heat at his words. I didn’t look at him if that’s what he meant.
“I … No. I didn’t look at you. That’s unprofessional.”
“Calm down, Jailbait. I was just messin’ with you. How long before I can get outta here?”
“I don’t know. You just got out of surgery. It’s going to take some time to heal,” I tell him. He huffs out a breath before raising his hand and looks at the IVs.
“I really need this shit?”
“It’s giving you fluids and medicine, so yeah.”
“What a fuckin’ mess.”
“Your friends are here,” I tell him. He looks back over at me this time and nods his head.
“Figured they would be.”
“You want them to come in?”
“Not yet.”
“Okay. Well, I’ll let you rest.” I get ready to leave the room. The temperature in here is hot as hell and I can feel sweat trickling down my neck. I need out of this room.
“I didn’t tell you to leave, Jailbait. In fact, come here,” he says, taking me by surprise. I walk over next to the bed and stand there as he looks at me.
“Why’d you come in here?”
“To see how you were doing.”
“You do that for all your patients?” I shake my head, feeling like a complete fool now. I shouldn’t have come up here. I should have left it alone, but I couldn’t help what I felt.
“No. I’m sorry. You’re right. I shouldn’t have come,” I blurt before taking a step back.
“Not what I said. Don’t put words in my mouth, Jailbait. I’m glad you came to see me,” he says, shocking me.
“You are? Why?”
“I read your name on the name tag. Why did they name you Feather?”
“My mom had a thing for birds. She loved them almost more than she loved me. My dad wouldn’t let her name me Birdie so Feather it is.”
“You’re serious?” he asks. I nod my head.
“I am.”
“That’s an interestin’ story, Jailbait. Now, how about you tell me the one about the bruise,” he urges. He’s still groggy from the medicine, and I see his eyes slowly slip closed. I think he’s fallen asleep, so I attempt to slip out of the room. I’m almost to the door when he calls out to me.
“Stop tryin’ to leave. In fact, come sit in this chair.”
“I shouldn’t be here. I need to go,” I tell him quickly, trying to get myself out of this mess.
“I said no.” Why am I taking orders from this man? Why am I even listening to him? I don’t know what the hell is wrong with me, but I walk over and drop my ass into the chair next to his bed and sigh.
“I’m not telling you my personal life,” I tell him. He smirks, and damn, does it look hot.
“Yeah, you are. I wanna know where it came from.”
“A fist, obviously,” I snap. Pike shakes his head slowly before attempting to shift on the bed. I see him wince and quickly stand to try to help him. As soon as I touch his arm, something like a shock rocks my body. His eyes shoot to mine, and that’s where they hold. Did he feel that too?
I want to rip my hand away from him, but his other hand comes up and rests over mine, holding it in place.
“Whose fist was it?”
“Why does that matter?”
“It matters, darlin’. Just tell me.”
“It really doesn’t matter, and I can’t say. I’m sorry. I hope you feel better soon.” I force my hand away from him and start for the door when he stops me once more.
“Men aren’t supposed to make women cry, Jailbait.”
“He’s not a real man.” With that, I walk out of the room and close the door behind me, taking a deep breath. Silently and a little stunned, I walk back down the hall to find his friends.
“You can go see him. Room two ten,” I tell them. They stand but it’s the one who hugged me that moves toward me.
“He okay?”
“Yeah. He’s on a lot of medicine right now, so I wouldn’t stay long,” I let him know.
“Thanks, Feather.” I nod my head and walk back out of the waiting room, ready to finish my day with a drink.
Chapter 3
Pike
“First of all, I can stand up to piss,” I argue with the nurse. I want this tube out of my cock before I lose my shit on them. I’m a fucking man. Not some kind of machine. They don’t need me hooked up to all of this.
“I’m waiting on the doctor to tell us we can remove that.”
“You’re gonna remove it, or I’m gonna do it myself,” I argue a little more. The poor nurse doesn’t stand a chance with me. I know what I want, and I want this shit off. “In fact, find Feather.”
“Why?”
“She’ll remove this shit. Now go find her,” I demand. The nurse rolls her eyes and walks out of the room as I sigh and lean back. The guys came to see me yesterday, but I was so fucking drugged up and groggy I don’t remember shit. Mask said it was one person on the feed, but he had a mask over his face, so we couldn’t see who he was. I’m not sure who the hell it would have been.
Nevertheless, I’m going to make them pay for what they did to me. I’m going to hunt that motherfucker to the end of the earth. Then I’m going to cut him limb by limb until I’m satisfied with what I’ve done.
The door opens, and a timid Feather walks in. What has her down today? Same thing as yesterday?
“Don’t look so happy to see me,” I tease. She breaks into a smile that looks too fake for her beautiful face and walks toward me.
“They said you wanted to see me.”
“Yeah, there’s a tube in my cock and I want it out.”
“That’s for your own safety. The doctor doesn’t want you up and walking yet,” she answers softly.
“Yeah, about that shit. I can stand to piss. Hell, I’ll be a good little bastard and piss in the cup if you take this thing out of me.”
“You really want me to do it? I am jailbait, after all.” She throws my words back at me, and I smirk. I like her.
“You’re right. You shouldn’t be lookin’ at my cock. Get that old nurse back in unless you don’t mind seein’ me naked.”
“You forget I’ve already seen you naked,” she reminds me.
“When?”
“When you first came in, and they had to cut your clothes off.” Fuck me, she’s right. She’d already seen the monster in my pants, and it probably scared her.
“Right. So Jailbait, how about it? You take this thing out for me?” I rip the sheet up my legs and expose myself to her. It’s probably wrong on many levels, but I could hardly give a shit at this point. I just want it out.
“As much as I’d love to be the one to do it for you, I can’t. You aren’t my patient.”
“You wanna be my nurse?” I ask her, looking her up and down in the scrubs she has on. “I’ll play along.”
“As nice as that sounds, I was just getting off. I need to go,” she says. I don’t want her to go. Not yet. I don’t know what the fuck it is about her I like, but I want to talk to her more. I know she’s young, but fuck me.
“Stay.”
“Are you always this demanding?”
“Usually. I promise to cover my cock if you stay a few more minutes.” She nods her head as I throw the sheet back over myself. She walks closer and adjusts it so I’m completely covered.
“Don’t like seein’ cock?”
“You’d be surprised at how many I’ve actually seen working here,” she giggles before dropping into the chair next to my bed.
“You actually see a lot of them?”
“Yep. Old and young.”
“Damn. I didn’t realize you’d see that many.”
