Page 44 of Babe's Bounty

I release Billings and focus my attention on the doctor. Snapping my head back, I head butt him as I plow my elbow into his gut. He bends over, grunting. Spinning out of his hold, I take a defensive stance. They both stalk toward me. Blankenship is holding his broken nose while Billings rubs his neck. I smirk at them both.

“You’re going to regret attacking me, bitch,” Billing snarls.

“Did I hurt you?” I sneer at him. “You’ll get worse in prison. I hear cops don’t fare well in prison. Your cell mates will have fun with you. I hear they don’t like men who sell babies much either, Blankenship.”

They glance at each other before glaring at me. “Who the fuck are you?”

“I’m the bitch who’s taking you both back to San Diego. The cops will be here soon to take you both into custody. You can join your buddies Baumbach and Foster. We caught them earlier.”

“You’re the bitch who chased me at the hospital when we went after Oswald,” Billings says.

“I am.”

“Where’s your backup? Or did the biker dump your ass?”

“He’s on his way.”

“Too bad he’ll be too late,” Blankenship says.

Billings lunges toward me as I pull out my knife. I swipe at him and feel immense satisfaction when he cries out in pain. However, with my focus on the former cop, the doctor takes advantage. Blankenship gets behind me and I feel a prick on my neck. Slapping my hand to the spot, I dislodge a syringe. I watch it fall to the ground, along with my knife. Whatever he put in there works fast.

I feel myself falling to the ground and that’s all I feel. As if watching from outside my body, Billings lifts me up and puts me in the wheelchair. He tosses a blanket over my lap before moving to the bathroom door. He throws his weight against it until it splinters open. I hear Jessica’s attempt to scream, but she’s cut off. Someone grabs the chair I’m in and wheels it out into the hallway. I see the nurses and patients wandering the halls, but can’t move or speak to ask for help. After a ride in the elevator, I barely notice someone picking me up and dumping me in the back of an SUV before losing conciseness.

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE: BABE

I back my bike into the same spot I used earlier. Getting back to the hospital took longer than I planned. If I was back in San Diego, losing those fuckers would have been child’s play, but I don’t know the streets here as well. Took some fancy maneuvering and a bit of luck. I know there’s a chance they may come back here. If they figure out that this is where they caught a tail.

Of course, there is also the possibility that they already know who I am and where to find me. If the club has a rat, they likely know all about Min and me. The thought of her being on their radar has me checking my phone again. No message from Min. I’m hoping she’s busy with the cops, but I don’t think I’m that lucky.

The only person who knew I was outside the warehouse was Mode. Is he our rat? But then I remember him speaking to someone else. He told that person where I was and why I was there. When we get back to the clubhouse, I’ll ask Mode who he told. In the meantime, I need to get inside and help Min. Taking the elevator to the third floor, I debark into chaos. Several staff members stand in groups, whispering amongst themselves. I hear snippets as I walk toward Jessica’s room. The word ‘attack’ and ‘doctor’ should make me feel confident that Min got her man. However, another glance at my silent phone makes me doubt that assumption. Something went wrong.

A security guard stands to the left of Jessica’s room. He’s talking to two staff members with his back to me. Taking advantage, I slip inside the empty room. I see signs of a struggle. The visitor’s chair is on its side and the hospital bed’s pushed almost sideways. My foot sends something skittering across the floor. Bending down, I check under the bed and see Min’s knife. Picking it up, I spot blood on the tip. But whose blood? I see something else sticking out from under the blanket that’s fallen to the floor. Grabbing it, I realize it’s Min’s phone. Fuck!

Leaving the room, I run into the guard. He gawks at me before straightening his spine. He’s trying to intimidate me, but I don’t have time for his bullshit.

“What were you doing in there?” he sputters.

“Where is Jessica?” I demand, ignoring his question.

“Who?”

“The girl in this room, where is she?”

“I don’t know. You shouldn’t be in there,” he says, but I ignore him as I walk away to speak to three nurses gossiping nearby.

“Where is Jessica?” I ask them. “The girl staying in that room?” I point to the room in case they don’t know who I’m talking about.

“They took her downstairs for an MRI. Why?”

“Where’s the other woman who was with her? She was Asian. About this tall,” I ask, holding my arm up to just below my shoulder.

“They took her into custody. Why?”

“Custody? What for?”

“She attacked a doctor and an orderly. Dr. Bishop sedated her. They took her down to the ER. We have a secure room there. Why?”

“Fuck!” I explode, causing the women to jump and the guard to move forward. “Where’s Dr. Bishop?”