Heroes Of The Dixie Wardens MC: Life To My Flight Part 16

She'd say that Rue wasn't good enough for me.

I'd say that Molly didn't know her like I did.

My other two sisters had kept neutral on the topic, but Molly was the baby of the family, and therefore thought she was superior.

Well she wasn't.

And she no longer came before Rue.

Rue came before Molly; I'd put her last for too long now.

She was my first place from now on.

"But I have something wrong with my car and I want you to look at it," Molly whined.

I sighed.

Molly was twenty-four years old.

She was old enough to take care of herself, yet when the slightest thing went wrong, she went to her family first instead of trying to fix it herself.

"I've told you before I'm not a mechanic. You'll have to take it in to Torren like the rest of us do," I told her.

Torren was a member of The Dixie Wardens, a firefighter, and a mechanic in his spare time.

He'd fixed everyone's car problems that had come up since he'd joined the MC a little over five years ago.

In fact, the business he'd built on the side had become so lucrative that he was now making more doing that than at his regular job.

"Torren hates me," Molly whined.

"I wonder why," Rue muttered.

She'd said it quietly, but both Molly and I had heard it.

"f.u.c.k you. What are you even doing here? You and your voodoo p.u.s.s.y making my brother think with his d.i.c.k instead of his G.o.dd.a.m.ned head," Molly snapped.

Rue blinked. Then blinked again.

"What?" Her voice cracked like a whip.

Molly flinched at the venom in Rue's tone, and I stood still, wondering what she'd say next.

To be honest, I wanted to know if Rue planned on fighting for me, or if she'd just give up.

If she could stand up to Molly, then she could stand up to anything.

"You heard me, Voodoo," Molly snarled.

"First of all, my p.u.s.s.y doesn't have any voodoo in it. Second of all, you're a wh.o.r.e. How you can talk about me having a voodoo p.u.s.s.y when you're the one who likes to have s.e.x with anyone and everyone? You wonder why Torren doesn't like you? It's because you're a c.o.c.k tease," Rue snapped.

I was the one to blink now.

c.o.c.k tease?

I looked over at my sister to see her blus.h.i.+ng profusely.

"I don't know what you're talking about," she stammered.

Rue smiled sardonically. "Of course you don't. Why don't you pull your head out and realize what you have before it's too late."

I had a feeling that she wasn't just talking about Molly anymore.

"I'm sorry," I said as I walked back up the porch steps after walking Molly to her car.

Rue shrugged. "I'd like you to take me home, please."

I nodded. "Okay, just let me get my clothes."

"Thanks," she muttered, then walked out my door and went to stand next to my bike.

I watched her go, observing the sway of her a.s.s as she walked away.

Shaking my head, I walked to my bedroom, grabbed a t-s.h.i.+rt out of the drawer, and walked back outside, nearly missing the black thong panties that were laid across my pillows.

Nearly.

She was willing to fight for me.

That was good enough for now.

Chapter 10.

If one is not meant to have a midnight snack...then why is there a light in the fridge?

-One of life's unanswered questions Rue "You little p.e.c.k.e.r head," I gasped as I backed up out of the room. "I need security!"

Cody came meandering down the hall, and I do mean meandering. No concern in his step whatsoever.

"Why?" Cody asked as he peeked around the curtain and then widened his eyes at what he saw. "What the f.u.c.k?"

"What's going on?" Mona, Cody's mother, and the charge nurse, asked.

We both stood aside to let her see. "Oh, my."

Oh my, was right.

The psych patient in room 13 was truly in need of a psych consult. Stat.

"Go on, Cody. Go be a man," I urged him with a nudge of my elbow.

Cody shook his head. "No, thank you."

Mona looked on with a flabbergasted expression on her face. "How'd he get those paddles? And where'd he get those needles?"

"Fuc-uh, heck if I know," I said thoughtfully.

"The real question is, what do you think is in them?" Cody wondered.

I concurred.

One could hope it was only tap water, but there was really no telling. He'd been smart so far. No one had even known he'd had the weapons until I'd entered the room moments ago.

"Code White, Room 13," a disembodied voice said over the loud speaker. "Repeat, Code White."

Code white was the code that was called when a combative person or a.s.sailant was a current threat to staff or other personnel.

That was the code used to get security there, stat.

It normally would've worked, too, if the patient hadn't chosen that point to line the needle up with his neck, stab it in his throat, and depress the plunger.

I hadn't meant to start moving.

Somehow I'd done it, though.

I was right beside him, slapping the other needle out of his hand and dropping down to the floor to duck his fist all in about three seconds.

He used that moment to kick my side, throwing my off balance and slamming me hard against the wall.

I covered my head with my hands, knowing that he was about to hit me again, or worse, put about 3000 volts into me.

Then he was there.

I saw him move out of the corner of my eye.

I turned my head just in time to see the patient who'd been holding his hands out towards me to go flying sideways with the full force of Cleo's body hitting him like a linebacker.

Cleo.

"What the f.u.c.k?" The patient cried.

Cleo stood, placing his foot down in the middle of the patient's chest. "Stay."

That one word had enough bite and force behind it to make anybody stay.

Man, woman or child.

I'd never been happier to see him in my life.

Cleo had just dropped off a patient that had a ma.s.sive heart attack while riding four wheelers with his friends.

I'd seen him at the counter giving his report to the nurse who was taking over the patient's care, but I hadn't said hi to him because I'd thought I'd be right back.

Turns out, I was wrong.

Cleo's livid eyes turned from the patient who was now cowering on the floor, to me and he gave me one of the most venomous glares that I'd ever been the recipient of in my life. I would've shriveled back if the wall hadn't held me in place.

Then he blinked, and the aggression was gone from his eyes. It'd morphed into concern the minute I'd flinched from him.

"Are you okay?" He asked.

I nodded, but the commotion of security stole my reply.

"What happened?" Craig, the oldest security guard in the entire place, asked.

No wonder it'd taken so long.

The man was a nice person and all, but he had no business being here. He was nearly eighty, and he moved about as slow as a two-toed sloth.

Possibly even slower.

And asking that man to take you out to your car at night was just a suicide mission because I was fairly sure he shouldn't be retaining a driver's license.

"This man just tried to kill one of your nursing staff," Cleo snapped.

He looked so d.a.m.n good in his flight suit.

Not to mention the amount of authority that rolled off of him when he spoke.

"Where is the sitter that was supposed to be in here?" Cody asked from the doorway.