Spike: Satan's Disciples MC

by Zoey Parker

  “Vince! No!” Jinx sobbed, running over to him. She saw Yury bolt, and she gave chase, firing wildly after him. He was too quick, however, and he disappeared into the smoke. Jinx fell to her knees by Vince’s side. Hooking her elbows under his arms, Jinx pulled with everything she had, dragging Vince until he was sitting up against the wall, shielded from the gunfire that still whizzed by around them.

  Her hands trembled as she held his face. “Hey, baby,” she said. “How are you feeling? It…it doesn’t look so bad.” Jinx was lying, to both Vince and herself. Blood was pouring freely from the gaping wound in his chest.

  “It’s okay.” Vince nodded. “Barely hurts at all,” he said weakly. He knew that if he told Jinx the truth—that he was in agony—she would never leave his side. “You go help the others, okay? I’ll be here waiting for you when you get back,” Vince said, holding her hand as tightly as his failing strength would allow him.

  Jinx let out an angry sob. She didn’t want to leave him—she couldn’t let him die alone—and yet, she knew no matter what she did, Vince would still die. But her other friends were still alive, and they needed her help.

  “I love you so much,” Jinx said, kissing Vince with everything she had to give.

  “I love you, too,” Vince said softly. “Now go.”

  Taking one last look at the best man she had ever known, Jinx stood up and tore herself away, determined to help end this once and for all. When she ran out into the fray, things didn’t look good for any of them.

  Spike was still shooting it out with the guards upstairs; Hector was hiding, unable to use one of his legs; and Cleo and Roxy were pinned down behind some large barrels. Jinx was frozen, terrified that she was about to watch all of her friends die, one by one.

  Suddenly there was an enormous explosion from the far side of the building that took out the support beams to the upstairs security office. Smoke from the fire poured out of the building through the new opening in the wall.

  The last rays of the setting sun pierced Jinx’s eyes as she tried to see what had happened.

  The dark outline of a massively overweight man climbed atop the rubble.

  “Tiny!” Roxy’s voice rose up in a cheer, the other members of Satan’s Disciples echoing her cry.

  Behind Tiny came a veritable wave of people—all the leftover and remaining members of biker gangs Ivan had obliterated in the past. They swarmed into the building, taking down one guard after the next.

  One person stood to the side, only observing the chaos before him—it was Alex. Having spoken to Spike several days ago about the possibility of infiltrating Ivan’s warehouse, Alex had lain in wait for Tiny to approach him. Then, with the help of one of the more experienced bikers, and the C-4 Alex had lifted from Ivan’s stash, the group had blown the warehouse wide open, and in the best strategic spot.

  In a few short minutes, almost the entire building had been secured, and a few of the bikers had turned their aims to looting the place of its valuables.

  Cleo came up to Jinx, three girls in over-sized leather jackets following behind her. “I found them in the back,” she quietly told Jinx. “They were chained up in a cage…I’m taking them to get checked out by Roxy.”

  Jinx nodded absentmindedly. She had been walking around since the bikers had come in and wiped the place out, but she still had yet to see Yury amongst the bodies—Vince’s was respectfully laid separate from the others and covered with a sheet.

  A small scuffle broke out in the corner as Tiny and another older biker from a lost gang pulled an incredibly angry-looking man out from under a cabinet.

  Jinx shouldered past everyone to get an up close look. It was Yury.

  “Po'shyol 'na hui!” he screamed, cussing out everyone within sight.

  Jinx didn’t wait a heartbeat. She walked up to him, pulling her gun out from her waistband. She was so swift, no one even had time to realize what was happening until Jinx pressed the muzzle up to Yury’s forehead.

  “Shut the fuck up,” she growled, pulling the trigger.

  Yury immediately went limp, Tiny dropping him in surprise. More than one person screamed, shocked. Jinx didn’t care. As quickly as she had forced her way in, Jinx walked out, dropping her gun behind her.

  “Hey! Wanna tell me what that was about?” Tiny said, catching up to Jinx.

  “He killed Vince,” Jinx coldly explained. She ignored Tiny’s curious look at her. No one knew about her and Vince, and she certainly didn’t want to go into it now.

  Tiny put a hand on her shoulder. “Spike will know what to say. Let’s go find him, okay?”

  Jinx looked up. “You haven’t seen Spike?” she asked, glancing around the room. “Oh, god!” she exclaimed, realization punching her straight in the gut. “Georgia!”

  ***

  Spike was staring straight at Georgia. Ivan was standing directly behind her, holding a gun to her head. Felix lay unconscious on the floor just to the left of them, blood trickling from several cuts on Felix’s face. Spike grimaced. He looked back at Georgia. Tears were openly streaming down her cheeks, but she didn’t make a sound.

  “It’s okay, Georgia,” Spike said, trying to keep her calm. “Everything is going to be okay.”

  Ivan laughed boldly. “You shouldn’t make promises you can’t keep, Spike.”

  Spike ignored the mobster, keeping his eyes locked with Georgia’s bright blue ones. He took a step forward and Ivan twisted his grip on Georgia, causing her to yelp in pain.

  “If you move a single muscle, I’ll blow her brains out,” Ivan threatened.

  Spike stopped dead in his tracks, taking Ivan at his word. He scanned the room, always coming back to Georgia, but he couldn’t see a way out of this for them.

  I guess this is it, then, that voice in Spike’s head said. And you never even got to tell her…

  Before Spike could acknowledge what it was, exactly, that he needed to tell Georgia, he saw Felix slowly rise from the corner of his eye. Keeping his gaze firmly on Georgia so as not to alert Ivan’s suspicion, Spike held his breath.

  Felix leapt forward, grabbing Ivan’s gun with both hands and shoving it upwards with all the strength he had. The gun went off, shooting a hole in the ceiling and narrowly missing the chandelier.

  “Run!” Spike shouted to Georgia, who had been knocked to the ground in the scuffle.

  Georgia needed no further urging and ran for the staircase, pushing the trapdoor open and practically leaping out of the hidden basement.

  Spike turned back. The element of surprise lost, Ivan now easily held the upper hand in the fight. He punched Felix square in the face, and the younger man dropped to the floor, where he was still.

  Ivan stepped over Felix’s body and held up his hands, making a “come here” gesture to Spike.

  It wasn’t often that Spike had to look up to a man, but Ivan was a mammoth. If Spike wanted to win this fight, it was going to be through brains, not brawn.

  Ivan took a swing; it was slow, testing almost. Spike dodged it easily, but he wasn’t fooled. He threw a blow of his own, and as he suspected, Ivan moved out of the way, almost lightning fast.

  Immediately, the two men broke into a flurry of punches, Ivan landing hits on Spike’s ribs, stomach, and ear. Spike pulled back, then darted in before Ivan could catch his breath.

  Doing his best to ignore Ivan’s massive hands beating him in the back of the dome, Spike kept his head down, trying to drive Ivan back by repeatedly punching him in the stomach and torso.

  It worked, and Spike dropped his left hand in pain—he felt like he might have broken it from punching Ivan’s abs so hard. Ivan took the opening and drove his fist into Spike’s jaw, knocking him down right next to Felix. Spike’s vision swirled as he fought to remain conscious. Ivan started to kick him in the side until there was an audible crack.

  Ivan came over and bent down to grab Spike by the shirt when he found a gun pointing dead at him. He held up his hands, retreating.

  “Don’t you mov
e a muscle,” Spike said weakly. He fired, and the shot went wide, striking the ceiling.

  Ivan looked at Spike curiously, wincing as Spike accidentally shot one of the crystals in the chandelier. He started to chuckle—Spike was too fucked up to be able to shoot straight. Ivan took a step forward.

  Spike took a deep breath and pulled the trigger again, feeling this time the shot had found its mark. He shot the chain holding the chandelier aloft and it came crashing down around Ivan, trapping him inside it. Ivan fell parallel to Spike, their faces barely a foot apart.

  “Gotcha, bitch,” Spike growled, emptying the last bullet in the gun into Ivan’s skull.

  The mobster went limp, Spike following suit immediately afterwards. The last thing he saw before he passed out was shadows filling the opening of the trapdoor in the ceiling.

  ***

  Georgia worriedly chewed her lip, then cursed, having accidentally bitten the cut from where Ivan had hit her. Both Spike and Felix were currently in surgery—internal bleeding from being severely beaten. They had been brought in over an hour ago, and no one had been out yet to tell them anything.

  The doctors had taken one look at the group of people in the waiting room, all needing at least some minor medical attention, and decided it was better not to ask questions. All of Satan’s Disciples were crammed into the room, along with several of the other loner bikers. Even Alex was there. He waved awkwardly to her.

  “Sorry,” he apologized to Georgia. “About, y’know, doing nothing while Ivan beat the shit out of you guys. It’s just…Spike wanted my help with the plan, and, well, I’m a really bad liar. If I had said anything, or even looked at you, it would have been over for all of us,” Alex blurted out.

  Georgia smiled sadly. “I understand, Alex. We all did what we had to.”

  Suddenly the door flew open, and Stacy rushed through, frantically looking for Georgia. Spotting her almost immediately, Stacy ran over, her trembling hands hovering around Georgia’s bruised and beaten face.

  “Oh my god,” Stacy said, her voice shaking. “You’re…are you okay?”

  “It looks worse than it feels,” Georgia insisted, though she had been given a strong painkiller about twenty minutes ago that was just starting to kick in. “Thank you so much for coming.”

  Hector stood up to allow Stacy to take his seat next to Georgia. “Of course! Just never scare me like that again! I would suggest going home, but I know that’s pointless, so here—” Stacy shifted a little lower in the chair, “—put your head on my shoulder and rest.”

  Georgia wanted to protest, but her body wouldn’t let her and she lay her head down. Rest would not come for her, however. She dozed fitfully, nightmares and reality mingling together into a jumbled mess.

  In one of her dreams, a doctor came into the room, but when he started talking his face melted and twisted until he looked like Yury.

  “Choose!” the Yury-Doctor barked.

  “Choose what?” Georgia whimpered, trying to get away.

  “Choose!” he simply repeated, grabbing Georgia’s arm and pointing with a gun that had at one point been a clipboard.

  Georgia looked where the Yury-Doctor was pointing and saw both Felix and Spike tied up on the floor. “I can’t!” Georgia cried. “I can’t choose!” She wrenched herself free and fell, hard.

  Georgia woke up suddenly and on the cold laminate floor of the hospital. She looked up, confused, and saw Stacy and all the members of Satan’s Disciples staring back at her concernedly. A doctor poked his head up from behind Tiny to get a better look. It had just been a nightmare; there had been no news on either of the injured men.

  “Is that her?” the doctor asked. Tiny nodded and the doctor made his way over to her. “Mrs. Turner?”

  Georgia suppressed the urge to correct him—only family would be allowed in to see Spike—but she couldn’t suppress a glance in Cleo’s direction. Surprisingly, the woman seemed strangely unaffected.

  She turned her attention back to the doctor. “How is my…husband? And my brother, is he okay?”

  “Mr. Turner has come out of surgery and is already conscious. His stamina is…admirable,” the doctor said, impressed.

  A cheer went up around the room, as well as a few hollers in Georgia’s direction. She smiled nervously back at them, and couldn’t help but notice Jinx stopped clapping long before anyone else. “That’s wonderful, Doctor. Really, excellent news. But, what about Felix? Is he going to be alright?”

  The doctor’s face fell a little. “Your brother’s injuries were extensive, Mrs. Turner. He won’t be out of surgery for at least another hour. In the meantime, you can join your husband in his room. I’m sure he’ll be happy to see you all. Especially you!” He winked at Georgia.

  “Me?” she couldn’t help but blurt out. The last time she and Spike had talked, he’d told her to move on.

  “Oh, yes.” The doctor chuckled. “All while he was being put under he kept mumbling about Georgia and how important it was for him to see you. So, go on!” He hoped the joy from reuniting with her husband could help distract her from the precarious balance in which her brother’s life now hung.

  Georgia slowly crept into Spike’s room, where Satan’s Disciples were congratulating him on his epic battle with Ivan, as well as making it through the surgery. She hung back, letting Spike spend time with his family, wishing she had Felix to share the moment with.

  She caught Spike’s eye a few minutes later. “Uh, hey, guys, really, it’s so good to see you, but I need to rest for a little bit, okay?” he said. “Georgia, can I talk to you?” he asked, busting her trying to sneak out the door.

  Georgia turned back. “What’s up?” she asked in what she hoped was a light-hearted manner.

  “Come here.” Spike motioned with his hand.

  Georgia took a step forward and Spike rolled his eyes. “Will you please get over here?” he demanded.

  Reluctantly, Georgia came to stand at his bedside. Ignoring the stitches in his side, Spike grabbed Georgia’s arm and pulled her into bed with him and onto his lap. He gripped the back of her neck and planted a kiss square on her lips.

  Georgia, surprised for a moment, soon began to struggle. Pushing him away she cried, “What do you think you’re doing?”

  “Kissing the woman I love,” Spike said simply.

  “You can’t just go kissing girls—especially when you’ve spent all this time telling them how you’ve moved on. You killed Ivan, so our little deal is over!” Georgia froze as Spike’s words sunk in. “What?” she whispered, looking at him.

  “I know what I said before, and I can’t tell you how sorry I am, Georgia,” Spike said earnestly. He gripped her fingers tightly. “I thought I was keeping you safe, but I see now that was a futile attempt. You’re a strong woman and you do what you like—which is what I love about you.”

  Georgia didn’t think she would ever get used to hearing Spike Turner say he loved her. She shook her head. “I’m sorry, but…I think you were right.”

  Spike’s heart felt like it was being injected with liquid nitrogen. “What?” he croaked.

  “This…your lifestyle…I can’t do it.” Georgia shook her head sadly. “It’s all too much for me, and I could never take it away from you.”

  Spike chuckled, grabbing his side in pain. “Don’t worry about that,” he assured her. “Just do me a favor and send Cleo in, would you?”

  Georgia hesitated briefly. What does he want with her? But she went out into the hallway and sent Cleo in as he asked.

  Cleo returned barely five minutes later, giving Georgia a peculiar, entirely unreadable look on her way out.

  “Georgia,” Spike called her name softly from inside the room.

  Taking one last look at Cleo, Georgia went in. “What was that about?” she asked curiously.

  “Take a seat,” Spike said, patting the bed next to him. When Georgia was comfortably snuggled inside his arms, he continued. “That was about me leaving Satan’s Disciples.”
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  Georgia shot up and Spike groaned in pain again. “What? You can’t do that!”

  “Hey, it’s fine,” Spike reassured her. “Cleo is going to take over. She’ll do a much better job, based on all the nagging she did with me. You were right, Georgia. I can’t do this life anymore either. I want something simple, where I don’t have to shoot people to keep other people safe. Most of all, though, I want you,” he said, kissing her softly.

  Spike pulled off his Satan’s Disciples membership ring and held it in front of Georgia. “In fact, if I could have you for the rest of my life, I’d be the happiest man in the world.”