The Fairy - book one of the Whiplash M.C

    I watched as she walked out of the back door of the Garage, her footsteps echoing across the parking lot. Her tight jeans showing off every curve of her legs, the flash of cleavage under her lace slip giving me a hard on as she swung her leg over a custom Indian scout. Her engine rored over all the others, I watched as she pulled up to the gate where Bubba smiled at her and started to open it. He wave at her as she drove through. The club patch on her let her jacket with Fairy written under it.  A harsh shove snapping me out of my daze “oh no no no brother, you don’t go near Fairy she’s a brother not a bitch.” Preacher’s eyes narrowed on me. “She’s the closest thing Tank has to a family along with doc. She’s also one of the best enforcers we got.” I looked to bump and even he didn’t look happy like he usually did. “Why haven’t I seen her around before.”  “She keeps to herself, only shows up when s**t hits the fan.” Bubba said as he mounted his bike.. “She was helping Axel, zeb, and tank find out who set the warehouses on fire.” “They hit a third one last night right.” I looked to preacher who was f*****g around with something in his side bag. “Ya, that's why Axel’s pissed off with Deek the kid who you were a prospect with last year, he fell asleep well he was watching the place.” Deek was always a lazy son of b***h . It didn't surprise me much. “Let’s get going on our rounds.” He clasped his bag and threw his leg over his bike with a grunt. Bubba and I followed him out the gate and down the highway out of town. Preacher was one of the club’s originals, your stereotypical old biker rocking the long grey hair and beard. His old lady every so often would make him get it cleaned up but he was far more interested in keeping his bike kept up than himself. He was my dad's best friend before he passed away from cancer my Junior year of high school. He was the only reason I was still functioning, my ma had left us when I was three, my dad was all I had and I went off the deep end after his funeral. Preacher took me in, made sure I graduated, even helped me go to college. I owed him everything when I graduated and decided a desk job didn’t suit me and I wanted to follow my passion of mechanics. He helped me out. Even sponsored me as a prospect in the club.     Bubba was a big guy, always hungry, there was never a dull moment around him, always the clown of the group. He made late night patrol a little more bearable. We all normally rode together. Bump would join sometimes too but it was rare for him not to be on gate duty. The sky’s were pretty much clear other than a thunderstorm in the distance heading the other way, we made it all the way to facevill before heading towards Attapulgus there was something so calming about the Georgia roads late at night. We had been on the road for about an hour when Preacher motioned for us to pull over. We followed him to the shoulder and he whipped out his phone from his pocket. He’s hushed conversation had bubba and I both curious. He shoved his phone  back in his pocket. “We got trouble. The reapers were seen heading towards one of the warehouses so fairy went to check it out and she hasn’t checked in yet. The guys are getting ready to head out but we’re the closest.” “Well let’s get going.” Bubba ripped out ahead of us. We pulled up to the warehouse just outside of the building we’re about 10 bikes with the reapers M.C logo on all of them. “Well that would explain the burnings.” Preacher dropped his kickstand, setting his bike down. “What do you mean?” “ my first year in the club and we framed the president for a couple of arson to get him out of the way for a bit.” Bubba said, leaning against his tank. “Aren't those fairy and tailor’s bikes over there?” “Yep she came to check on him, axel said if the reapers were her to hold back till they showed up.” “But they could be in serious trouble.” “Which means it would be 3 to 10 i stead of 5.” Preacher looked me in the eyes “she can handle herself, it will be fine, they should be here soon.” Not even 15 minutes later I heard the low rumble of motorcycles in the distance. I turn to see about 20 to 30 headlights coming towards us. The Pres and Tank leading the pack. Preacher dismounted and walked right up to the Pres. Tank was pissedhis anger almost visibly rolling off of him. “Axel looks to be about ten of there guys. Fairy and tailor’s bikes are outside.” “EVERYONE ON GARD LET'S GO IN AND TAKE ARE OF THESE ASS HATS. FAIRY AND TAILOR ARE PRIORITY.” The loud roar of bikes erupted in agreement. It was one of our older warehouses on it’s last leg. We all dismounted, gathering at the large warehouse door two of the guys sliding it open. Tank burst through first going off on his own “ Preacher take Bubba  and Texas and go with him.” We filled in one after the other behind him. When he started firing, Preacher went to a side giving him cover.  “BUBBA GO AROUND TO THE OTHER SIDE TEXAS FOLLOW BEHIND US WE’LL GIVE YOU COVER SO YOU CAN GRAB FAIRY AND GET HER OUT OF HERE.” I peeked through his shoulders to see her picking herself up from the cement floor. Her shirt cut open, cut marks covered her stomach and arms blood all over the floor, her blue jeans soaked through. “Take her right to docs place.” Tanks voice lowered. They both started moving forward and I heard two more bodies drop. I drop down or side one of her hands grasping what looked to be the worst of her rooms her piercing brown eyes met mine. I could see her tears swelling in her eyes. “Sophia go with Texas.” Tank yelled out to us. I reached out my hand to help her. “I can fight.” She pulled my gun firing on someone behind me. “SOPHIA NOW!” “Come on sweetheart you're in no condition.” I wrapped my arms around her, cradling her against my chest. Her body was already way too hot, her breathing low and harsh. I rushed back the way we came in her head dropping down onto my shoulder. “Don’t fall asleep on me now sweetheart.’’ “I’m not your sweetheart.”  I looked down to see her struggle to keep her gorgeous brown eyes from closing. “Sorry miss.” “You're too well mannered for a biker.” “Well I guess it’s a good thing they call me Texas then Miss.” her light chuckle turned into harsh coughing.  “I’ll get you right over to docs you think you can hold onto me.” She just nodded. She was light enough to hold up with one arm well I mounted the bike with her arms tight around my neck. I strapped my helmet on her and started the bike. Taking off was a struggle but once we were moving it was fine. After a bit her grip started to loosen she was fading i held her up with one arm trying to apply as much pressure as i could on her hand that was holding the worst of her wounds. “That’s a bullet wound isn’t it.” She nodded “we’re almost there. Just stay with me.” We were all showing where docs place was as prospects but we were specifically told to never go there unless absolutely necessary. Doc didn’t like people none of the guys knew what he even looks like. I had it down the driveway in the woods till I saw a huge barn. It was completely refurbished turned into a house the large barn doors open up to a garage. A completely custom café style bike Saturday entrance I dropped the kickstand setting the bike down and turning it off. Holding her without Jocelyn her while I was getting off was harder.     The larger part of the barn was just a huge garage with a loft an old Ford truck a Mustang in the framework of another car sat in it. “Hello Doc.” I could hear music coming from the cars in the light home of someone singing. I walked towards the mustang to see two tiny petite legs sticking out “excuse me doc” a loud slam. “Ow ow ow.” A tiny girl slid out from under the car holding her for head.”WHAT DO YOU WAN….” Her whole face dropped “soph? WHAT HAPPENED!” She grabbed my arm dragging me to a door that lead to a kitchen and dining room. “Set her down .” She gestured to the dinning room table and ran off. “Is that really doc.” “Yep” she stared coughing again. I gently set her down and helped her lay herself out. Doc rushed out a door holding a bunch of stuff. “Get her out of those will you.” I looked to fairy even i could feel my face blush. “It’s fine.” She gave me a soft smile and doc stopped in her tracks with a goofy grin. “May!’’ She started to move again setting a military looking bag down on the table along with towels and a lighter she walked back over to the kitchen and began filling up a bowl of water. “I really need those off.” I jumped starting to help fairy out of her leather jacket ant then the black lace slip, her bra matched. She layer back down. “May i would really like to stop bleeding out.” She turned off the water and rushed over to us. Opening the camo bag she pulled out a long pair of tweezers holding them under the flame of the lighter. She immediately ripped fairy’s hand away and stuck them in the bullet wound. Fairy jerked up her eyes wide open and screamed. “Hold her down would ya.” Doc continued to dig around until she pulled out the bullet. “It didn’t hit any major arteries luckily just got to sow you up.” She pulled out a needle and began she even did some of the really bad cuts. Fairy looked absolutely exhausted by the end. “Can you take her to her room, it’s upstairs and to the left.” “She lives here! With you?” “Yes she does.” “But i was told you hate people.’’ “Not necessarily i do quite enjoy people. I just hate stupid conversations. Like this one.” I shut up and picked fairy up and carried her to her room. I set her down as gently as i could. “Can i do anything else for you.” Her face got a slight flush to it. “I know it a little awkward but could you help me get these off.” I looked down to her tight skinny jeans and thigh high boots “it just really hurts to move and i know may already disappeared somewhere to hide from you.” “Shur.” I knelt down undoing the zipper and pulling off the first boot. We were so close and i was already trund on from helping take her shirt off. I got the other off she sat back on her elbow and winced at the pain. I undid the button and pulled down the zipper she lifted her hips and i gave a little tug revealing her matching underwear. I set her jeans and boots  on a chair by her dresser.  “I know I’m being a pain but could you grab me a t-shirt.” I looked to her sprawled out on her bed in her underwear and nodded. “Top drawer on the right.”  I opened it to see a mess of t-shirts that were just thrown in there. “Anyone will do.” I grabbed a black on on top and walked over to her. “Here let me help.” Her face turned red but she extended her arms, i carfuly slid them through the sleeves so it didn’t touch the bandages or cuts. Then over her head the excess fabric gathering around her hips. She reached for the blankets to pull them back. “ i got it.” My arm moved on its own scooping her up under her ass. She fell into me. “It’s easier this way.” I was starting to be greedy holding her closer as i pulled the covers back. I was hesitant to put her back down know i probably wouldn’t ever be able to hold her again. I set her down pulling the covers over her and walked tword the door. “Thanks cowboy.” I looked back to her soft gentle face remembering what preacher told me earlier. She was as untouchable as it could get.