Reprisal (Tidals & Anchors MC 2)

“Can you stand up?” the person asked from behind me.

Another girl. Great.

“I don’t think so.”

“Go back to the club and get the truck. I’ll wait here with him. If he can’t stand, he can’t ride and without it we can’t get him back.”

“Be back as soon as I can,” the second voice said. I listened as the door closed behind us and the first person sighed. I glanced over toward the table again and saw legs dangling. Sure, have a seat.

“I think it’s about time you and I got acquainted,” the first voice said to me. “You’re gonna need me to save your life.”

Two

Alaska

In a way, I felt bad for him. He hadn’t fallen from motorcycle club grace, he had been thrown from the rooftops and swan dived into Hell. I didn’t know how he would receive knowing I was me yet, so I decided I wouldn’t tell him just yet. I’d wait for Tumbler to get back just in case.

“Ugh,” he moaned, shifting in the chair and leaning his head back. “Feels good.”

“What does?” I asked.

“Not being strapped to this fucking chair anymore. Thanks.”

He finally turned his eyes toward me. Swing was as every bit as handsome as the rumors said he was. Even though half of his face looked like pulp and the other half looked like it had been through a war on it’s own, I could tell he was definitely someone I’d like to play with.

I nodded in response and fished my pack of cigarettes out of my pocket. I pulled one out and lit and felt his eyes still lingering on me.

“Want one?” I asked, holding out the pack.

“Yeah.”

I hopped off of the table and walked over to him. He wiped his hands on the leg of his jeans, before he reached up and grabbed one. His hands were shaking, probably from being held in one position too long, so I lit the end of the cigarette for him.

“How long you been in here?” I asked.

He took a long, shaky drag off of his cigarette before looking at me again. “Couldn’t tell ya.”

“Well, why are you here?” I asked, bringing my legs up onto the table. I tucked them underneath myself and leaned forward, my arms resting on my legs.

“Pissed off the wrong person, I guess,” he replied with a shrug. I watched him as he winced from the simple gesture. “How did you know I was here?”

“Tumbler. She found you.”

“Who?”

“My tracker,” I replied, flicking ashes onto the floor.

“Oh. You’re in an MC?” he asked, giving me a weary look.

“Yeah, but I’m not here to hurt you. I’m here to help you,” I assured him.

“Why?”

I stared at him for a moment. I still wanted to wait for Tumbler and I couldn’t exactly tell him the truth until she got back. I quickly glanced around the room for a moment, until my eyes fell on the body that was sitting almost between us.

“Rogue bitch. Had to take her down. Tumbler found out that the great and powerful Swing was here, thought I’d kill two birds with one stone,” I said.

I saw what resembled a grin flash across his face as he snickered. He didn’t seem to take compliments too well and it made me smile. That was a good thing; someone who didn’t believe the hype about themselves would never try to live up to it. It was a good way to stay alive.