Doc

by Harley McRide

  “I have a clear shot in my office.” She heard Fish snapping orders, and she grabbed her guns and pulled the table under the window. She began climbing on the desk when Fish grabbed her around the waist and lifted her back on the floor.

  “Wounded,” he snapped and crawled up on the desk after he pushed her toward the door. “Go!”

  Doc ran into the hallway and saw Mav moving toward her with her hands filled with guns and ammo. “I have his back,” her Vice said, and she nodded and jogged down the rest of the hallway. When she entered the room, she had just what seemed like just minutes ago left, she cussed under her breath. Holy shit. It was like a war zone. There were a few men, but there were guns laying on tables, and the men who were there were all bleeding. She saw Freedom with Easy; she nodded to Freedom when she looked up, “You good?”

  Freedom nodded. “Just creased his neck.” Doc nodded and continued to where she spotted Fling.

  “Where are you hit?” she asked.

  Fling moved his arm, and she saw the blood staining his shoulder down his arm. She pulled gauze to clean it up. “Where is Sunshine?”

  “Fucking hell,” he grimaced as she pressed the padding to his shoulder. “She is with her sister.”

  Doc nodded, and they heard a commotion on the other side of the room, and both women looked at Shady who was knocking out windows and yelling while firing as well. “Damn that girl.”

  Fling sat up and yelled, “Shady, who are you talking about?”

  Shady turned around and snapped, “My hard-headed daughter. Hammer was pinned down, and she went out to help him. Now they are moving with the others to the rocks.”

  Fling nodded and stood, he grabbed his gun and ran out the door. She moved to the window and grabbed a gun as she went. Shit, it was a fucking mess. She could see the guys, they had all positioned themselves to protect the clubhouse as well as the armory. There were a shit-ton of men in the rocks on the barrier to the ocean; they weren’t even trying to hide. If one got shot, another one took his place. But the men were advancing, they could see them moving slowly, but they were surrounding them.

  “Who are these fuckers?” Doc muttered, and Shady looked at her.

  “Well, either my mother hired some men, or it is someone here for the Furies, there are only a few choices. But since Shadow was contacted by Burns, I would guess this shit is fallout from that; they are trying to plug a hole.”

  Doc grimaced and then stared out the window. She saw a man running to where Jas was at, and she frowned. “What the fuck? How did he get out there?”

  Mav came up behind her and said, “The idiot jumped out the window when he saw Jas in the mix. Didn’t even give me a warning, just out the window he went.”

  Doc swore under her breath, and Shady growled. “Damn that girl; I don’t give a shit how old she is. I am going to beat the shit out of her.”

  They watched as Fish grabbed Jas around her waist and pulled her back while he fired at the men who caught sight of him. Doc swore under her breath and moved toward the door; he needed to get his ass back in here. She wasn’t going to be a whiny bitch and follow his every move, dammit. She was the President of the Satan’s Sisters, the retired leader of a covert unit. She didn’t get scared or worried, she made sure shit got done that needed to get done, dammit. Why the fuck was she standing here? Doc felt like her skin was crawling and then she focused on Fish, watched what he was doing. She realized he knew how to keep himself safe. She needed to trust him, which was impossible.

  Doc hated just watching; she wanted to be out there helping. Shady was whispering to Harmony and the Lady Riders what she was seeing. Doc felt the other Sisters coming to her side, all of them worried about what was going on.

  “They are pushing the assholes back, they had a lot of men, but they weren’t trained like ours. I can see Creed and Fork motioning to the others. Fling and the Furies are flanking the north, the Ops to the south,” Shady muttered.

  “Where are Fish and Jas?” Freedom asked.

  “They are on the south side with the Ops. Hammer is with the Furies now. They are getting ready to rush the assholes. The boats are going to be the issues. The middle is clear of our men. If we had a clean shot through there, we could maybe help,” Shady whispered.

  Doc looked over her shoulder and looked at Gypsy who was smiling. “Yeah, I got it.”

  Shady frowned and looked over her shoulder. “Where is she going?”

  Doc rolled her eyes, “Wait for it; Gypsy was our weapons expert, she will handle the boats.”

  Shady frowned and shrugged, then turned back toward the window. “How is she doing with Dani still not waking up? The doc was by this morning; he said it was normal for her to be out this long with the injuries she had.”

  Doc nodded. “Yeah, but much more, we are going to need to figure something out. They cut the meds back far enough for her to wake up, she should have by now.”

  Shady grimaced and nodded. “It’s a matter of getting Jack-Jack and Slick on board.”

  Doc shook her head. “They aren’t going to have a choice.”

  Shady sighed and looked back out the window, then she said, “They’re almost in place.”

  Doc turned and saw Jugs and Mav nodding, and Doc nodded back. Here she goes, Doc thought and then watched out the window for only a moment before she saw the surface missile launch. Shady pulled back and whispered, “What in the fuck?” They all watched as the missile hit one of the boats and it exploded. Fuck, the noise would draw attention. Their compounds were deep into the warehouse district, the gunfire was enough for someone to call, but it could be overlooked since there were no houses close. But a boat exploding, it would be noticed, but it took care of the problem of the assholes escaping.

  “Told you, she is a weapons expert. She never goes anywhere without her babies,” Doc said calmly, and they watched as the Furies and the Ops both moved to close them in. The assholes didn’t stand a chance.

  “Well, that was entertaining,” Freedom said dryly.

  “Why don’t we have a missile?” Rain asked.

  Doc shrugged, “Gypsy has her license for weapons. Of course, they don’t know all her babies, she likes to make sure they’re hidden from prying eyes.”

  “Babies?” Harmony said.

  Doc chuckled, “That is what she calls them. For each different weapon, she names them. The surface missile is called Betsy.”

  “Betsy?” Freedom asked.

  “Yep, and don’t ask why, I don’t know how her mind works, and I really don’t think you want to know. It’s a scary place inside her mind.”

  Harmony snorted. “Please, it’s scary in all our minds.”

  Doc looked at the Lady Riders—maybe they weren’t as bad as she thought. Shady turned and lifted her head to Doc. Well, guess we made a connection. She looked back out the window and spotted Fish again. Damn that man; he had left Jas and was moving to the side.

  “Cops, here we go,” Harmony said with a grin as they heard the sirens. “The assholes will run now.”

  “Shit, this had to draw attention,” Mav muttered, and Shady snorted.

  “Hell, this is mellow compared. Hopefully, they catch one of them. Creed and Fork know the cops who patrol the area,” Shady muttered, and Doc looked at her closely.

  “But still,” she said.

  Shady whispered, “Don’t ask questions, Fling; Creed, and Fork, they take care of that. We take care of the shit we do. So, like for the Lady Riders, we have our Broken Wings Network. The Ops keep their noses out of our business, unless we ask for help, and even then, they take direction from us, they do not lead any operation.”

  Chapter Eleven

  He was bone fucking tired, Fish thought as he grabbed one of the assholes who had tried to attack the Furies compound. Fork snapped, “Take them to the shed.”

  “We have that much room?” Fish asked.

  Fling said, “No, take the others to our room. We can spilt the fun.”

  Creed grinned and
nodded. “I can loan you Maxi if needed.”

  They all turned and looked at Maxi who was cleaning his knife off. The man hadn’t used a gun. Honestly, the Furies had been surprised because Maxi had come up behind the assholes. Surprised the shit out of them when he began picking off the pricks one by one. Fish knew his background, knew the darkness in the man, but he respected him. Especially now that he claimed Sofia. The man had finally found his peace with the past.

  He turned and caught a glimpse of Doc as she wrapped Easy’s arm, then she was gone. Freedom was standing close and giving the Easy a lecture about taking care of himself. But Fish could see the look on Easy’s face; he wasn’t listening, his mind was on the assholes who caused the problem. The Ops and the Furies looked ready to torture information out of the remaining assholes they caught.

  Fork walked around the Furies clubhouse and said, “Cops taken care of; Creed, you need to donate like soon.”

  Creed nodded, and then he said, “Let’s go; we need to get this info.”

  Fish nodded and grabbed one of the guys and started to pull him toward the Furies spot. He would normally go to the Ops, but he needed to be able to see Doc. The brief glimpses he had seen weren’t enough to make sure she was okay.

  Fling, Loki, and Ridge grabbed three others, and they walked toward the building, Fish let them lead. When they entered the large meeting room, his eyes landed on Doc. She now was standing over to the side taking care of Kink, he had gotten winged, and Boo was pissed off.

  Doc turned and stared at him. He saw her checking him up and down for wounds, but he hadn’t been hit at all. Fish saw the relief in her eyes, well, she wasn’t averse to him at least. They walked down the hallway where the offices were, and when they reached the end of the hall there appeared to be a vault door. Fling punched in the code and then hit open. Nice, Fish thought, almost better than the shed.

  There were five rooms that Fish could see, Fling pushed a man inside each one of them and slammed the door. Then he turned and looked at Ridge and said, “Get Ox.”

  Ridge nodded and left. Fling looked at Fish and said, “Thanks, why don’t you go and see if they have anything that needs to be taken care of?” Fish nodded and then moved to the door. “And hey,” Fling said. Fish turned around, “If you are going to be with Doc, you are going to need to figure out which club you will be with. Couples from different clubs make it hard on everyone.”

  Fish paused and nodded. Fuck, he had been on Ops Warrior for almost two decades, how the fuck was he supposed to respond? Especially since the women usually join the man’s MC, mostly because they don’t belong to an MC. However, Doc is the President of an MC who was sponsored by the Furies. Shit, Harmony was going to freak the fuck out.

  Doc moved to the sink and washed the blood from her hands. For the last two hours she helped patch up members of both the Ops and the Furies, and she was exhausted. Ridge had come into the main room and informed everyone that the compound was clear and both clubs were on lockdown until further notice. He had then come and told Doc personally that a briefing for all the Presidents would be in the morning. Fuck, she seriously hoped they had left her at least one asshole to deal with, she was ready to take out her frustrations on someone. Especially since her fucking libido was in overdrive for some reason, and either she felt like crying, fucking or ripping someone’s head off. At this point, it was a toss-up.

  Doc felt rather than saw Fish walk into the room with her. When she glanced over her shoulder, she saw he was leaning in the doorway staring at her, and dammit, he looked sexy as fuck. What the hell was wrong with her? Suddenly she gets pregnant and then turns into a whore, it was supposed to be the other way around. He grinned at her like he could tell what she was talking about.

  She shook her head and then wiped her now clean hands on a towel she had on her shoulder. When she turned, she leaned against the counter and appeared to look calm, though she was feeling anything but. Since seeing him earlier, she was thrown off guard. Her emotions were all over the place, especially since he had wanted to help with their child, which she was happy about. Some men wouldn’t give a shit, especially when they were older. While she was working on the other guys, she had plenty of time to think.

  Honestly, she wasn’t going to be able to do this alone, and no matter how much she loved her Sisters, and she knew they would do whatever she asked, Doc couldn’t ask them for this though. They had their own lives, and yes, the Sisters would always be together, but Doc knew she couldn’t ask them for this. Every single one of her Sisters would give up their lives for one of their own. Including herself. But it was one thing to know it, and one to be real.

  Fish looking entirely too relaxed leaning against the doorway, which pissed her off. He didn’t seem worried about anything, while her thoughts kept running rampant about the future, her club, the baby, shit everything.

  “You about ready?” Fish said slowly with his deep sexy voice.

  Her eyes narrowed at him, and she replied, “For what?”

  Fish grinned and shook his head. “Well, we have things to talk about, but I figured with everything that has happened, you needed a little down time. So, I thought maybe we should go for a ride, you know to clear our heads.”

  Doc sighed, of course, he would think of something like that so she wouldn’t be able to call him a selfish bastard. Damn him for being so ugh, nice. It was a good idea, and one she was beginning to warm up to, although she knew it would be impossible, but something she knew would clear her head. Her plan had been to go back to her house and lock herself in her room for a while, but a ride sounded so much better.

  “We are on lockdown still, so until I talk to Fling and Ridge it’s not happening,” Doc asked smoothly.

  Fish grinned and shook his head. “Yeah, I know, and I also already cleared it with Creed and Fling.”

  Doc frowned and said, “Lockdown is lockdown.”

  Fish nodded and said, “It is, but this is needed, and once we leave here, we will be going to stay in a safe house the Ops own until we work this out.”

  “Umm, no,” Doc said, shaking her head. “I am not leaving my club.”

  Fish sighed and said, “You are not leaving your club; you are just taking a little time to deal with a situation that is private. I understand your need to be here but, Miranda, we need some time, and we are going to take it.”

  Doc looked at him closely and then sighed. She wasn’t getting out of this. She knew it, so she had better just get used to the idea. Fish seemed to be saying all the right things. Now she was going to see if he truly meant it, or was feeding her a line of bullshit.

  “Fine, a ride,” Doc said, and Fish grinned and nodded.

  “Go tell your girls; I will make sure everything is covered for now.”

  Doc sighed, yeah like that was going to be easy. After this whole fucking shootout, she was going to be lucky if they didn’t wrap her in bubble wrap to protect her. She had seen the way they watched her while shit was going down. She wasn’t stupid, one or more of the Sisters had been within arm’s length of her the whole time. Shaking her head, she moved to the door and went to face the music.

  Chapter Twelve

  Doc and Fish finally were able to leave the compound a few hours later. There was shit that needed to be dealt with before they left, and by the time they pulled out on a small dirt alley between several of the storage buildings, Doc was fucking bone ass tired. But she still wanted the ride. Too much shit was swirling in her head, especially the part where Creed and Fork announced the men who attacked them were mercs for hire. They didn’t know dick. Which left them right where they started still. Was it Angela Reyes, or was it someone else, and if it was someone else, who the fuck were they targeting? Creed, Fork, and Fling were on the phone calling in favors to every contact they still had in the government. While Boony and Shadow had both been ordered to hack whatever system they could to cover up the incident as well as find out if anyone in the government knew about a hit placed on them. />
  She sighed when they hit the highway and turned their bikes to the ocean and the road. Moving through the bays onto Coronado, until they reached the end of the small island, and then they turned and went back the same way. Doc kept her eyes on the lights on the water while allowing Fish to lead her wherever. She didn’t give a shit because she felt the tension leave her.

  Doc had been with Fish a total of forty-eight hours tops, and yet she trusted him with everything in her. She didn’t focus too long on that. She couldn’t. It would drive her nuts. But she did focus on the one thing her grandmother told her when she was little. Of course, it was the only good memory of her childhood, so she clung to it. Her grandmother raised her after her drugged-out parents dumped her on the old woman’s doorstep, she had been Doc’s only family. Just before the woman passed away when Doc was seventeen, she told her, ‘If you find a good one like your grandpa, hold onto him. Not all men are like your father, and not all women are like your mother. You need to believe there is someone out there made just for you, and when you find him, hold on with both hands.’ Thinking about that while thinking about Fish made her a little freaked out.

  She looked at him, the wind blowing his hair back. The weathered features that didn’t make him look old, hell no, they made him look sexy as shit. She moved back, so the vibrations from the bike were making her pussy tingle, shit, she was not going to have an orgasm right now. She had never met anyone like him; he had the roughness of an MC member and the softness of a man who actually cared and respected women. It was strange, but it was also something she always thought a man she could be with would have.

  They rode for hours, and when her arms grew tired, and she motioned him to turn back the way they had come, he surprised her even more. Shaking his head, he revved his engine and led her in another direction. She followed, of course, thinking they were still going to ride for a while. She wouldn’t complain, although with moving, and the mission they had previously been on, it had been a long time since she had ridden this long. She needed to get her ass on the bike more often; it sucked knowing she had been too busy to ride. Which meant she wasn’t doing what she loved. That was the whole point of owning their own business, to let them do what they wanted when they wanted. It was time to get back to the basics, which was making sure all her Sisters had their time to feed their primal side.