Savage: Iron Dragons MC (7 page)

Kristina

Kristina felt a sense of fatigue overwhelm her as she made her way to a lecture. Her lethargy had little to do with actual exhaustion and more to do with her growing disinterest in social politics. Her professor’s teaching style was boring and monotonous, and her grades had stayed stubbornly in the B minus range. She had passed the deadline for dropping the class, however, and now she was bitterly regretting her decision to continue it.

It was as she was wondering how to survive the remainder of the semester that she noticed the impressive bike that was casually parked close to one of the campus buildings. She recognized it immediately, and suddenly the disinterest she was feeling was replaced by a racing heart and immense expectation. Kristina hated how excited she was at the possibility of seeing Keith again, but at this point, there was no denying that her infatuation with him was here to stay.

The route she took was usually deserted, which was why she took it, and she was thankful for that fact today, as she moved closer to the bike and looked around searchingly, wondering where Keith was. She couldn’t imagine he would just leave his bike and disappear. She had just turned the corner when she noticed something strange sticking out from behind thin underbrush. The excitement in her chest transformed into fear as she rushed forward.

“Oh my God, Keith!” she gasped as she took in Keith’s crumpled form. He was on his back, his eyes were closed and his face was bruised and bloody.

Without taking a breath, Kristina let her bag and the two books she was carrying tumble to the floor as she rushed to his side. She knelt down beside him and placed a hand on his shoulder as she shook him gently. “Keith,” she said in alarm. “Keith, are you alright?”

He stirred at the sound of his name, and it made Kristina feel instantly better. Encouraged by his response to her voice, she kept stroking his arm because she didn’t know what else to do. She hoped at the very least that it would give him some measure of comfort. Slowly, he started coming to, and Kristina realized that she needed to put aside her panic if she was going to be able to help him at all.

She took a deep, measured breath and then removed the light blue sweater she was wearing and started wiping away the grime that stained his face. She could almost smell the dried blood that had stained his clothes and imprinted itself onto his body, covering half his tattoos in the process.

“Keith,” Kristina said again as his eyes blinked open. He looked shocked to see her face, but almost immediately she saw realization dawn as he recalled what had happened to him. “Keith,” Kristina said for want of some way to start the conversation. “Are you alright?”

He nodded once.

“I need to call nine-one-one.”

“No,” Keith said immediately. It surprised Kristina how strong his voice was, especially considering the state of him. “Don’t.”

“Someone beat the crap out of you,” Kristina said. “The police need to be informed.”

“No police,” Keith said gruffly. “They don’t need to be involved.”

Kristina might have protested further, but there was something in his tone that made her stop short of insisting. She looked him over and shook her head. “I have to do something.”

“You can,” Keith said, as he tried to straighten up. Kristina leaned forward and helped him rise to a sitting position. He didn’t brush off her hands as she had expected he might. Instead, he gave her a nod of thanks and looked her in the eye. “You can patch me up.”

“Me?” Kristina said, as fear tinged her tone. “I wouldn’t know where to begin.”

“That’s alright,” Keith said. “I do. I’ll talk you through the steps.”

Kristina swallowed hard. “Are you sure I can’t at least take you to a hospital? We don’t have to tell them anything about how you got in this condition.”

“No hospitals,” Keith said shortly. “No doctors and no police.”

With a sigh, Kristina conceded defeat and nodded once. “We can go to my dorm room. My roommate will be in class all afternoon. It’s only a short distance.”

She expected him to protest, but he only nodded and attempted to stand up. Kristina helped him up, lending whatever support she could, but she was extremely aware of how small she was in comparison to him. He towered over her, casting her in his mammoth shadow.

They walked towards the dorm in silence. Kristina was concentrating on walking straight and supporting Keith’s weight, and she didn’t let suspicion taint the task at hand. For the moment, she decided to first get him to the dorm, patch him up, and then start asking questions. She hoped that Marie would stay away for the whole evening so that she wouldn’t have to explain Keith’s presence in their room.

It took longer than she had anticipated to get him into the dorm room, but they ran into only two people on their way there. Kristina avoided their curious gazes and kept her head down, but she didn’t check to see if Keith was doing the same. Once the door was closed behind them, Kristina breathed a sigh of relief as Keith sunk down onto her bed without invitation.

“God dammit,” Keith breathed as he closed his eyes for a moment.

“You must be in a lot of pain.”

“I’ve had worse,” Keith said in a non-committal tone.

“What do I do?” Kristina asked in a business-like manner.

“Do you have a first aid kit anywhere?” Keith asked, looking around the room.

“Not here,” Kristina said, shaking her head. “But I can get one from the dorm supervisor. Stay here and I’ll be right back.”

Kristina sped through the halls to the first floor where Tracy’s room was and within two minutes she was back and panting softly. She locked the room door and turned to Keith. “Ok,” she said. “I got it.”

“Bring it here,” Keith said, and Kristina moved forward with the box in hand.

“Open it and let me see what we’re working with,” Keith instructed. He spent a whole minute looking through everything, and then he nodded once.

“Do we have everything you’ll need?” Kristina asked.

“We have enough,” Keith nodded. “Let’s start with the blood. You’ll need to scrape it off.”

Carefully and guided by Keith’s prompts, Kristina went to work. She worked slowly and with avid concentration and in less than half an hour Keith was already looking far better than when she had found him. With all the blood and grime wiped off him, Kristina could see the full extent of his wounds and cuts. There were several lacerations along his chest that looked quite severe, bruises that covered his body in large black and blue splodges and a few wounds that were still bleeding slightly.

Still, despite all this, Kristina could not deny that he was beautiful. His muscles looked as though they had been cut from stone. His biceps seemed to ripple without being flexed. His porcelain skin had a blushed sheen to it and his tattoos stood out despite the blood and muck that clung to them. Kristina tried to focus her attention on his wounds alone, but it was impossible not to admire the perfection of his body. He was a real man, carved in the image of a warrior.

She was washing off the grime and dirt from his left shoulder blade when she noticed a tattoo that had escaped her attention before. It was a single name written in a flowing font with big loops. It read ‘
Natalie
’ and Kristina could tell immediately that there was a story there, one that didn’t have a happy ending. She stole a glance at Keith and wondered if his hard exterior and protective walls had anything to do with that particular name.

“Those will need to be sealed,” Keith said quietly.

“What?” Kristina asked, embarrassed to have been caught in preoccupation. She only hoped that he had missed the reason for her distraction.

“The wounds on my side,” Keith said. “They will need to be sealed.”

“Sealed?” Kristina repeated, as her voice raised two octaves.

“Do you have a needle in there?” Keith asked conversationally.

“I’m not going to give you stitches, Keith,” Kristina said. “If that’s what you need, then we’re going to have to get to a hospital.”

“We don’t need a hospital,” Keith said calmly. “And you don’t have to stitch me up either.”

“Then who’s going to do it?” Kristina demanded.

“I will,” Keith said simply. “Now pass me the needle.”

Kristina hesitated for a moment and looked at him with doubt in her eyes. “It’s ok,” Keith said reassuringly. “I know what I’m doing.”

Kristina watched as he set to work on himself. She felt her stomach turn, but she refused to turn from the sight. She didn’t want to appear weak in his eyes. She watched as he worked, carefully and precisely with hands that never shook. By the time he had finished his cuts had been expertly sealed and they looked neat and solid.

“It looks like you’ve had practice,” Kristina commented softly.

“The boys can get into quite a few scrapes,” Keith said. “And we all have an aversion to hospitals and doctors. It’s meant that we’ve needed to acquire a few… skills.”

“Have you need to use those skills… often?”

Keith looked as though he were about to smile. “Not as often as you might think.”

Kristina nodded and cast her eyes over his body. It was amazing how he could manage to look so strong and powerful with so many bruises and wounds tainting his body. He exuded this raw strength that Kristina wished she herself possessed. It was the kind of strength that made others stop and take notice.

“Now that you’re all…patched up, can you tell me how on earth this happened to you?” Kristina demanded.

Keith’s expression turned sour immediately, and she saw a hood come up over his eyes, so that they were hard to read. “I’d rather not get into that,” he said shortly.

Kristina felt anger rise up to meet those words. She took a step closer so that they were barely inches apart and looked him straight in the eye. “I found you bruised and broken by the side of the road, as though someone had left you for dead. You told me not to go to the police and I listened. I brought you back to my room and helped patch you up. The least I deserve is an explanation, and an honest one please.”

Keith held her gaze for a moment. “I’d rather you weren’t involved in all this.”

“Too late,” Kristina said. “You got me involved the moment you asked for my help.”

Keith sighed. “It involves the business I’m in,” he answered evasively.

“Does it have anything to do with that guy who called a few weeks ago? Kovic?” Kristina asked.

“It does,” Keith nodded. “He wants to expand his business.”

“Which is a problem because…?”

“It means encroaching onto ours,” Keith finished. “And that we can’t have.”

“And you met with him last night?” Kristina asked, starting to piece together what had happened.

“Yes.”

“Alone?” Kristina asked incredulously.

“That was the agreement,” Keith said stoically.

“And you actually followed it?”

“I know that might sound stupid to you… naïve even… but to me it’s a promise, a code of honor that I will keep,” Keith explained with his icy eyes on fire.

“Bikers have a code of honor?” Kristina asked before she could stop herself.

“Yes,” Keith nodded. “In every life of chaos… there is a code.”

Kristina found those words so hauntingly poetic that she repeated them without thinking, and she saw Keith’s eyes brighten slightly. “We are not the mindless animals people take us for,” he said softly, his voice was deep and sultry and Kristina found herself leaning in without reason. “We are men, who have made a choice.”