Ash: Devil's Crucifix MC (22 page)

I can’t do this forever. Already my head is pounding as I am losing all balance. As the car straightens out, I get one small glimpse at the street sign. Division Street! I know where I am! My heart races as I come up with the craziest plan I may have ever had in my entire life. I push down hard on the steering wheel as I try to estimate how long I had before he manages to dislodge the gun from its hiding place -- maybe a minute. Maybe less.

I’m going 100 miles an hour now. In the distance, I can hear the sound of sirens -- police and fire. The man continues to scream profanities at me, unleashing all his fear and anger. But I’m focused on what’s ahead, just a block away. This road is so familiar to me. I’ve driven it almost everyday, sometimes twice a day when I’ve been training, to get to work.

And as I predicted, the call of a mad woman and her speeding car has got the attention of one of the ladder trucks, anticipating a car fire to come. I see the hint of red pull slowly out of the garage, the Captain directing traffic from the other side. The man in my backseat laughs as he pulls the gun out, holding it in the air. I bite my lip and I honk my horn, blaring it as loudly as I can in hopes Captain Quinn will just get the hell out of the way. He pulls the gun up towards my head. I slam on the gas pedal, spin the wheel around, and pray.

I feel myself go flying; the force of the impact pushes me directly up against the steering wheel that blares through the sound of screams and metal hitting metal. Something else, something much bigger pushes past me as if floating through the air. Glass goes flying, and I manage to lift my arms just in time before the glass cracks and caves onto the driver’s side. It pushes me down low into my seat, my seat belt holding me in just tight enough to keep me in place. The roof of the car falls next, smacking me in the head as everything around me goes black. The chaos dies, and I finally see those white flashes of memories of the people I have loved and lost.

***

“Dani! Guys! Shit! It’s Dani! GET THE CAPTAIN! SOMEONE CALL THE MEDIC! Don’t touch her.”

A voice whispers my name, begging me awake. “Dani? Dani? Can you hear me? It’s me, Nate. Come on. Wake up Dani.”

I force my eyes open, breaking myself out of the tunnel I found myself in. All around me is light. Bright white light and blurry faces. I can’t tell if I’m still dreaming this or if it’s real. But Nate’s voice is so present and I can just make out the wrinkled lines on his face and his purple paramedic gloves as he touches my face. Something stings sharply against my temple, and I wonder if that bastard actually did shoot me.

Nate turns back towards someone, maybe another EMT, as he notes, “Just a minor head injury. She’ll need a MRI on head and neck and some x-rays. I don’t see any other immediate injuries, though.” He comes back to me, his voice soft and caring. I can tell just why he makes such an amazing paramedic, “Dani? Dani? I need you to stay with me. You can’t fall asleep. Can you tell me if anything else hurts? We can’t move you until we get you in the stretcher.”

I try to open my mouth to speak, but all that comes out is a cry. Everything hurts. Everything aches. I can feel my toes move in the heels I’m still wearing from the hospital, but that’s it. I’m pinned in. I struggle as I try to focus on the main question on my mind. My voice is so soft as I try to ask, “What about the guy--”

“Oh, Dani…” I can tell Nate is reluctant. He doesn’t know if he should be the one to tell me.

“Kidnapped me.”

“What?” he asks in disbelief.

“He kidnapped me. Gun. There was a gun.”

Nate says something to his partner that runs off. He strokes my hair slightly as he waits. “It’s okay, Dani. You’re safe now. No one else was hurt but him.”

“He tried to kill me.” I want to sob. I want to wail. Everything is hitting me like a Mack truck bouldering into my mind. The adrenaline that powered me through to making the decision to slam my car into the side of the fire truck is wearing off as something more empty and hollow replaces it.

“He didn’t get a chance. They’re getting the police now, Dani. I think they found the gun.”

“Dani! Fuck! Dani!” I hear Ash scream over the new chaos as the police sirens pick up. This has become a homicide investigation. “DANI! That’s my girl! Get the hell out of my way!” I can see his shadow just outside the car as he moves next to Nate. “What is wrong with her? Is she going to be okay?”

“Who are you?” Nate asks, his eyebrows raising.

“None of your damn business…”

“Ash. Nate, this is Ash. He’s my…” I swallow hard and taste the bitter copper of blood. “… boyfriend. He’s my boyfriend.” Nate nods at him and me and walks off to go call the rest of his crew over. Ash and I are left not knowing what to say or how to say it. I try to speak, but the noises I’m making aren’t me. They’re tired, distant, incomprehensible. “Ash, I…”

He already knows what I want to say before I can even form the words. His hand shoots up in front of my face, keeping me from going on. “Shhh…Don’t speak right now. Okay? There’ll be time to talk later. All that matters right now is that you’re safe, and that we’re together. I’ll be with you as long as I can.” Ash places his hand on the back of my neck, his bandaged skin is scratchy, but the cool touch manages to relax me as I wait for Nate’s stretcher to finally arrive.

“Are you ready to roll, Dani? It’s time to go.” Nate tries to lighten the mood, but he sounds more concerned than ever. To get me out of this car, they’re going to need the jaws of life to pry off the roof of the car from just above my head. With me unable to move, I can’t just shimmy out of the side without risking a neck injury or worse. My training has taught me that much.

Nate and the rest of the crew are fast, so fast I hardly know what is happening around me. Suddenly I can feel the breeze and smell the hint of gasoline and sand. Ash shouts from somewhere nearby, “I’m going to follow you to the hospital, Dani. I’ll see you there.”

As the paramedics carefully lift my body onto the padded cart and wrap my neck in a tight brace, I manage to open my eyes fully for the first time since the accident. Standing boldly in front of the red and white lights, the men of the department looking on at me, and the hint of the white sheet covering Remmy’s cold body is Ash Cooper.

My Ash Cooper.

“Hello, Danielle! How are you feeling?” The doctor’s chipper, smiling face is already grating on me. Everyone in this damn hospital is way too happy for their own good. It’s a hospital! You’re dealing with people on death’s door and you’re asking them how they are feeling? What is wrong with him?

“It’s Dani. No one but my mom calls me Danielle.”

She’s back to her sassy side. That has to be a good sign. She really hasn’t said much since I got here, though with that neck brace on and being strapped to a hospital bed, I wouldn’t be in much of a talking mood either. Instead of trying to make conversation or ask her what is going on, I have just sat silently beside her, stroking her blood-stained hand.

“Sorry about that. I’ll make a note.” He doesn’t write anything down, just continues to look at the metal clipboard with that obnoxiously fake smile. He then glances my way, a judgmental scowl crossing him as he sees my bandages and tattoos. If I weren’t still dressed in these hospital civilian clothes, I’m sure he would have called the cops right then and there. “Do you want to step out, sir? I need to go over some personal medical information with Dani.”

I look back towards Dani. With her head stuck staring straight up at the ceiling, she can’t exactly turn towards me. But I can see her struggling to spot me. I stand up next to her as I say, “I can go. I’ll go grab some coffee or something, make a few calls to the boys and check in on the news.”

“No!” she shouts suddenly, “Don’t leave me. I don’t want you to leave me. He can stay, doctor. I don’t mind. I give my permission.”

I sit back down, grabbing her hand in mine and squeeze it even more tighter. Deep inside of me, something warm swells.

He sighs and clicks his tongue slightly annoyed as he continues, “Well, we got the results back from your MRI scan, and the good news is that I don’t see any reason why you should have to suffer with that neck brace for any longer. Besides probably feeling like hell, that seatbelt saved your life.”

Dani closes her eyes at the news, a small tear rolling down the corner of her face. She chokes back as she says, “Can you take it off now before you give me the bad news?”

The doctor walks past me, not even acknowledging my existence. He forces me to break off my contact with her as he scoots along the side of the bed. “Okay. Hold still. You’ll feel stiff and bruised after I take this off. And it will probably last a few days after.” He grabs at the velcro holding the brace together and peels it slowly away.

Dani releases an audible sigh of relief as she finally gets free.

The doctor continues to examine her, his hands touching gently along the sides of her pink and red neck. “Move your head to the left. Good. Good. That doesn’t hurt does it? Okay. Perfect. Now move to the right.” Dani’s eyes catch mine, her strong gaze maintaining perfect focus on my face as he pokes and prods at her. When he is done, she lays her head back down on the pillow and places her hands on her chest. “It looks great, Dani. I don’t think you’ll need to stick around here for your neck…”

“But? What are you trying to tell me?” She sounds completely exhausted, as if she is waiting for the other shoe to drop.

“Well, because you lost consciousness on the ride to the hospital, I think it’s safe to say you almost certainly have a concussion. I want to keep you here for at least a few more hours just to monitor it. After we see that you’re safe to go, no vomiting or falling asleep, we’ll send you home with some strong painkillers as long as there will be someone there with you. You’ll want to take it easy for at least a week. No workouts or...”

I watch absolutely enraged as his eyes float down to what Dani is wearing. When I last saw her, she was in that little black dress. But now she is in a pair of those workout shorts that barely cover her little ass and a cut-off shirt without a bra. The tank top has already inched its way up her flat stomach so anyone at the foot of her bed can see the full undersides of her milky white breasts. My mind spins thinking of him degrading her like this. I know her better. If she’s wearing that outfit, it was not of her choice. It was that fucker Remmy and his twisted little mind. 

I practically shout back at the doctor as I can’t take him anymore. Dani, too, is shifting uncomfortably in her place. “She’ll go home with me. I’ll take care of her. Is there anything else you need from her or is that it?”

The doctor picks his clipboard back up and heads toward the door. My message was obviously perfectly clear. Dani was mine and mine alone. No one, not even a prick doctor, can hurt her or demean her like that. He lowers his voice as he adds, “No. That’s it for me, but I do have to send in the police detectives to talk to Danielle about the accident. Danielle, they are aware that you are suffering from a concussion, so if you don’t feel as if you can easily remember details of what happened, do not push yourself. It’s important for your mind and, um, body to rest.”

He walks out the door without another word leaving the two of us in an uncomfortable silence. I’m not sure what to say to her. There’s just too much to process, too much to ask of her. But she reads my mind and hesitations, “Don’t worry, Ash. I’m not going to give you away to the police.”

I stand up and plant a small kiss on her forehead as I whisper, “Dani, I am not going to tell you what to do or say. You know how I feel about this already. This is club business and it can be handled better by the club. I can get the revenge you need.”

“I don’t need your type of revenge, Ash. I already got one guy killed.”

“What did he do to you? Did he hurt you? Did he touch you?” I know I am just making matters worse, but I can’t stop. I want to know exactly what that traitor did to my girl. I want my anger to build and build so I can inflict just the right amount of pain and vengeance on his partner. Remmy will burn in hell, I know this for sure. But while I’m alive, I will be sure that Spark suffers every moment of his short life for ordering the kidnapping.

She doesn’t answer me, instead stares at the door as the shadows of the police officers convene. They are in some kind of powwow, but we can’t hear them through the glass panels. Frantically, she says, “I’m going to say that you’re Ed Powell. You’re my boyfriend. You got those bandages from a pot of boiling water. Do not mention Oregon Rose or the fires or anything like that. Do you understand me?”

I am in complete amazement. Dani has taken over for me in an area I really can’t get around. “Do you want me to leave? That might help you…”

“No! I told you I don’t want you to leave me. You’re staying right here or I am not talking to anyone else. Just don’t say a word no matter what. I can handle this.”

I don’t have time to argue to her about her brain injury or the doctor’s orders. I can’t tell her I have aliases already that could work, along with a fake ID back at home. I don’t even get out how I probably know at least one of those officers. We have half of the force on our payroll for situations like this. But the police knock on the door cutting me off from all of my protests I have practiced a million times with cops like these.

“Danielle Stansville?” A female detective dressed in flowy black slacks and a tight silver blouse walks in first followed by an older man with a handlebar mustache.

I instantly recognize him. He was there at Oregon Rose when I was brought in. And luckily for me, he is one of our guys. There’s a moment of recognition and acknowledgment as he passes by me. Maybe we have a chance here.

“It’s Dani. Please, please call me Dani.” She sounds more tired and frustrated, but I can’t tell if it’s an act or her actually coming around to how traumatic her accident really was.

“Dani. Got it. I am Detective Lane with the Sterling police force. This is my partner, Detective Diamond. We’re working on your case, just making sure we’re getting all the pieces together. Do you mind if we ask you a few questions about what happened before you hit the fire truck?”

“Yeah. As long as I can remember it. The doctor says I have a concussion and I shouldn’t be using my brain too much.” It’s an act. I can see her calculating all her answers before they are even asked. She goes through the preliminary questions with little effort -- her name, her age, her address (and why she was staying at the hotel), her profession. When she tells them she is a firefighter, they stare at her completely stunned. Both of them glance at each other while Detective Diamond scribbles down notes on his pad.

“Can you tell us why you were at Oregon Rose this afternoon?”

“I went to visit a friend in the burn ward.”

Lane looks over my way. She’s already noticed the bandages along my arms and has been connecting the pieces. “Are you the person in the ward?”

“No, that was our friend Anthony. I got this from a stupid pot of water falling on my arms.”

“Ouch. That must have been rough.” The detective manages to look the least amount of caring as possible. “Did you go to Oregon Rose at any point?”

“No. I had Dani bandage my arms at home. It helps to have a firefighter for stuff like this.”

“It certainly does…” She peers at me with eyes like a camera taking in my tattoos and scars.

I’m sure her first trip back at the station will be searching the database. Good luck to her on that. I am sure my name, besides my past arrest history, is scrubbed on the regular.

“Well, Dani. Walk me through what happened to you after you walked out of the hospital. Our cameras saw you getting into the car. Was the man with you the whole time?”

“No. I got into the car and started to change into my workout clothes since I had my fire department exam and I was running out of time. I had a call from a friend who wanted me to pick him up to go to the same test, but I was alone.”

“When did you notice him?”

“While I was changing, I was reaching in my backseat for my gym bag and he was there. He held me up against the seat and placed the gun to my head.”

“Did he tell you his name or why he was there?”

Dani closes her eyes and puffs out her chest trying to compose herself. Unlike all the other answers, the emotions she is putting on are absolutely real. I can feel it in how she squeezed my hand. “No. He didn’t tell me anything except that he ‘wanted a taste of me.’ He made me strip for him, but while I was changing, I accidentally hit the car horn and he got scared.”

“I’m sorry, but I have to ask you this. Did he touch you?”

“He grabbed my breasts and felt around my waist and crotch. But he didn’t do anything else besides that.”

Every bit of me wants to scream out, punch a wall, go find Remmy’s body and burn it myself. No one is allowed to do those things to her -- not even me.

“I am so sorry to hear that. I can get you in touch with a victim’s advocate or a good counselor, if you feel you need it.”

“Thank you. I would appreciate that. But I am all right for right now. After I hit the horn, he made me get dressed and drive. He didn’t tell me where we were going, but he got lost at one point. He made me get on the highway and then turn around back towards town.”

“How long do you think you were driving for before the accident?”

“Probably an hour and a half, maybe two. I don’t know really. I was too scared to look down at my car’s clock. I just drove.”

“We have reports that your car was driving erratically along the main streets of town. Can you tell me what was happening then?”

“It’s a little bit foggy. But I remember thinking I was going to die one way or another. I thought that if I at least drove crazy, maybe a police officer would notice me. But then he started threatening me and I swerved the car so he would let go of the gun or at least not be able to focus. And then I saw the fire truck and thought that if I could swing it around towards the passenger side and hit the back end of the truck where no one sits, it would stop him for good.”

There’s a moment of silence as all three of us take in how strong Dani actually is. I have no idea if this is the real story or just bits and pieces she is telling, but the fact that she survived like that shows how much of a warrior she really is. When I first met her, I knew she was tough or at least had grit, but she is truly stronger than I could have imagined.