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Jamie Franklin watched the biker she’d just drugged fall face first onto the concrete parking lot. She winced. Damn, if he’d been awake that would have hurt like a bitch. Not that it wasn’t going to hurt when he finally did wake up. Guilt assaulted her as she stared down at the man her brother hovered over. She wasn’t too keen on this plan but Evert had insisted. He felt it was the only way they would be able to get the Blue Bandits president to listen to them about the club.
Not that she thought it would be easy to make him see reason after taking in the intense way he’d looked at her as he’d fallen. After what she had just done to him, he had every right to spit the bitch insult at her but it stung a little that he had called her one. Letting out a sigh, she realized that even though she’d agreed to trap the poor man for Evert, she wasn’t sure it had been the right thing to do. He’d been really pissed if the glare he’d managed to give her before he finally passed out had been any indication.
“Evert, maybe this was a bad idea and we should just leave him here for his MC to find. I mean he was pretty mad and that won’t help your case. And why did you tell him my name was Becky?” Jamie asked while tilting her head to watch Evert check the man’s pulse.
“Jamie, how many times do I need to tell you that my name’s Blade, not Evert. And I told him you were Becky because I don’t want him to know who you are. If he learns you’re my sister, he will try to use it against me or hurt you to get at me. We’ve also been over why we’re doing this and I’ve already told you this is the only way to make this work.” Her brother glared up at her from where he knelt beside the biker with an exasperated look on his face. She rolled her eyes because he could just get over it, she wasn’t calling him by that silly name.
“First of all, that’s not what our mother named you so I won’t call you by that stupid handle,” she informed him, wondering why the name his buddies had given him was the only one he wanted to use. Apparently naming your friends something stupid was the same for every man who entered an MC because he’d called the man he was currently turning over Death. Jamie rolled her eyes because it was dumb that they couldn’t just go by the names their mothers had given them. I mean who wanted to be called Death?
She felt her stomach twist because she would bet “Death” wasn’t his name because he was warm and fuzzy. Nope, that name didn’t bode well for either of them because a handle was usually given to someone for something they were good at. Her brother was good with knives, hence his moniker of Blade.
Watching Evert roll him all the way over onto his back, Jamie winced, putting her hand to her face in sympathy because Death’s face was scraped and bloody. Damn, he would likely have a scar when the cut on his chin healed. How the ground had done that much damage when he’d only fallen a short distance she couldn’t fathom.
She continued arguing with her brother, “But I still think this was a really bad idea and we should leave him here and try to convince them another way.”
“Jam-Jam, it’s all right. This will work.” Evert’s brow furrowed in determination. Jamie internally shook her head. Damn, he was going to be stubborn. Sometimes he could be so damned mule-headed. Not that she was any different and it wasn’t a virtue for either of them. Nope, they were both known to allow that stubborn streak to land them in hot water.
“How many times do I have to tell you, stop calling me that,” she growled. She hated that nickname, passionately. Her glare was hot and Evert, the damned bastard, grinned and winked at her before he motioned for Hock and Red to come help him get Death up off the ground. Jamie walked behind them as they loaded him into the truck bed.
“Wait, put him in the truck. I can’t drive to the clubhouse with him in the bed like that, I might sling him around and he will be more beat up than he already is,” Jamie protested.
“Jam-Jam, just get in and drive him. We don’t want anyone to see him and if he happens to wake up, it’s safer if he’s in the bed of the truck,” Blade explained.
“I don’t care. He’s banged up enough from falling. I refuse to be the one to make it worse, Evert.” Standing with her hands on her hips, she glared at her brother.
Red and Hock snickered as they shoved Death’s legs into the truck and she watched his head hit the wheel well. Damn, they weren’t even trying to be gentle.
“Be careful,” she commanded, earning sheepish smiles from the two of them.
“He’ll be fine. Trust me, he’s had worse than a few scrapes and bruises. You just need to relax,” Blade muttered, rolling his eyes.
“Yes, I’m sure that’s true but if he wakes up all banged up is he going to be in the mood to listen to what you have to say?” Jamie asked with a dark glower.
“Jam-Jam, let me worry about that. I’ve got this under control. You just drive him back to the clubhouse and we’ll take it from there.” Blade’s voice was frustrated and he looked like he wanted to strangle her. Not that she was worried because she knew he’d never hurt her despite his level of frustration with her.
“I’ll drive him but don’t expect it to be quick because I am not going to be banging him around the truck bed to get him there fast,” Jamie told him as she stomped towards the truck.
“Jamie, damn it. Just go a normal speed and try not to draw any of the Blue Bandits’ attention if you see them. If they catch you with their president passed out in the bed, you won’t be treated nicely,” Evert warned, his voice filled with worry.
“I’ll be fine,” Jamie told him, reaching up to grab the back of the seat to climb into the truck.
“Damn, I knew I should have driven the truck here instead of my bike,” Evert grumbled as he stood in the door of the truck.
“It’s not that big a deal. I’m capable of getting him to the clubhouse even though I am beginning to think this was a bad idea. Besides, if they’re looking for him they’re more likely to pull you over than me,” Jamie told him, rolling her eyes.
She hated when he acted like she was useless. She wasn’t an idiot and she could manage to drive him to the clubhouse without incident, even if she was worried about him being unconscious and rolling across the truck bed every time she turned.
“This has nothing to do with me thinking you incapable and everything to do with me worrying about them catching you with him. But if I leave my bike here it would be taken by whoever comes looking for him and I am not allowing that to happen to my wheels. Just be careful,” Evert finally said with a little grunt as he shut the door.Jamie glanced into the back of the truck bed as she took off. Watching Death slide down towards the tailgate, she winced. Damn, this was going to be a long drive.