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Little Toy Bikers and a Woman on the Run

Chapter 281 Bloody Hell

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Clay was driving alone in the white Chevy. Behind him was the blue Ford. Tig was driving while Chibs was in the backseat applying pressure to Jax's wounds. They followed all the traffic laws. They couldn't afford to get pulled over with a man with bullet wounds in the car.

Jax thought his pain was caused by the bullets he'd taken to the vest. Bullet proof vests may keep the bullets from entering the body, but they still packed a hell of a punch. There was a lot of blood, but it always looked like a lot of blood when it was your blood.

The twenty minute drive to TM seemed to take forever. They backed the Ford as close as they could get to the clubhouse door. Getting him into the club house was going to be tricky.

"I can walk," Jax insisted.

He had barely made it to the car before collapsing. He was worse now; his right pant leg was soaked with blood.

"We're carrying you, Jackie Boy. We'll make it quick."

On the drive to the clubhouse, Clay called Gemma to tell her what happened and instruct her to set up a room to treat Jax. Once at TM, Clay went to check on the room. He sent Happy outside to help carry Jax.

Jax groaned as they dragged him out of the car. Happy grabbed Jax's upper body and pulled him. Once his torso was out of the car, Tig lifted him and Chibs grabbed his legs. With Happy leading the way, they carried him into a small room in the clubhouse and put him on the large table that was usually used for buffets or club meals.

Gemma had spread out a thick plastic table cloth on the table. On top, she'd spread a pink floral bed sheet. She bought them at a going out of business sale. Clay refused to sleep on them. Now, they could provide a little comfort to her son.

When she saw him, the color drained from her face leaving it almost the same color as Jax's face. Clay told her there was a lot of blood, but she wasn't prepared for that much blood.

As soon as Jax was placed face down on the table, Gemma rushed over to him.

"I heard you got shot," Gemma said.

"Just a little," he said.

"I need to get to work getting the bullets out," Chibs said gently.

Gemma kissed Jax's cheek.

"You aren't going to want to see this," Chibs said.

Gemma nodded and left the room on shaky legs. She went out and joined Clay, Tig and Happy at the bar. Sack sat at a small table alone. As a prospect, he didn't join the others unless he was invited.

The rest of the MC was out of town. Piney was at the cabin with Opie, Donna and the kids and Bobby was doing his Elvis act.

The atmosphere in the clubhouse was dark, gloomy and quiet. There was simply nothing to say until they found out whether or not Jax was going to live.

Chibs used a heavy pair of scissors to cut Jax's jeans off, EMT style.

"These are my favorite pair," Jax protested weakly.

"They were too big for you,"

Jax tried to laugh. Chibs was always ribbing him over his baggy jeans.

"Juice, go out to the bar and get a bottle of whisky. The good stuff, top shelf."

"Oh, hell," Jax said. "It must really be bad. How many bullets?"

Chibs stripped off Jax's hoodie and lifted up his Kevlar vest and T-shirt.

"Well, you took three to the vest. You would have been dead if you hadn't been wearing this."

"Scarlett told me to wear it."

"Good thing you listened."

"Right before I left, she told me. How many other shots?"

"Two or three."

"Shit," Jax said weakly.

"There's a couple we might need to look for."

Jax knew exactly what that meant. He'd seen Chibs dig bullets out of people.

Juice came in with a bottle of whiskey.

Chibs poured a couple shots worth into Jax's mouth and then took a shot for himself before grabbing the first aid kit the MC kept handy in a closet in the room. He ran the flame from a lighter over the edge of one of the knives in the kit.

"I'm sorry. It's going to hurt."

"No, shit. I've got three bullet holes in me."

Jax gritted his teeth and focused on Scarlett to help with the pain. Once the bullets were out, he was going to see Scarlett. He could get through this because seeing Scarlett was going to be his reward.

He groaned as Chibs cut into his skin. He looked back and saw blood everywhere. It was a blood flood.

"More whiskey," Chibs ordered Juice. "Give it to him."

Juice poured some more whiskey into Jax's mouth.

Chibs was probing around Jax's leg with tweezers.

"Got it," Chibs said triumphantly. "That was the easy one."

That was the moment when Jax questioned whether or not he was going to live through Chibs' medical treatment. He'd had guns put to his head, he'd been shot at and even tonight in that hail of automatic weapons fire, he didn't think he would die. Now he wasn't so sure.

His body felt weak and it wasn't the alcohol. It was blood loss. This really might be the end of his life. If he didn't make it, there was just one thing he wanted—he wanted to see Scarlett one more time.

"Sack," Jax shouted weakly. "I want to see Scarlett. You know where she's staying. Bring her here."

Sack looked at Clay. Normally an outsider wouldn't be brought into this kind of situation. Clay could overrule Jax.

"You heard him," Clay said gruffly. "Bring his girl here. Take the white Chevy."

"Hurry," Jax whispered.

Jax blinked and fought to stay conscious so he could see Scarlett maybe for the last time.