22. Cree

Chapter 22

Cree

H earing that our prez and brother has been shot, sends fear like I've never felt shooting through me. Beck spins the car around and we fly down the road to the house.

"What the fuck?" he cries.

"What?"

"I'm not fucking driving! The car's driving itself!"

"The fuck you talking about? Cars don't drive themselves. Not without a programmed instruction."

"Oh yeah?" He glares at me before scooting the seat back and crossing his legs in his seat. "Believe me now?"

As if to prove a point, the car speeds up.

"Holy shit!"

The house comes into view and the car swerves to the side, making a beeline for the front door. It whips to the side so the door is facing the porch where our brothers and mate are spilling out of the front door and comes to a screeching stop.

The back door swings open on its own and I jump out of the car to get in the back, prepared to do everything I can for King on our way back to the clubhouse. DJ and Ivy practically throw him in the car and I follow, quickly evaluating him to the sound of gunfire. Ivy laughs and says something to the others, but I'm solely focused on King. I get him situated on the seat to give myself room to work. His upper body rests against the door behind him and I pray no one opens it while I dig through the med bag.

"Get him the fuck out of here!" she screams before slamming the door.

"It's ok, man. I gotcha," I tell King as I put pressure on his wound. "Everything's going to be fine."

I'm not sure if I'm trying to convince him or myself, but I think both of us need to hear it.

When the car stops, I snap my head up and look at Beck. "What the fuck are you doing? We need to get him out of here."

"I know! I'm not doing it! I haven't had control since Ivy said King was shot," Beck shoots back at me.

The next thing I know, The door behind me rips open and Ivy jumps in. Jax slams the door and smacks the roof then the car is off again. We're going to have to have a talk about Ivy's car, but that can wait for later. Right now, King needs me.

Ivy tears open another compound dressing, and I take it from her. She's almost as white as King is. Was she shot too? Or is she just worried about King?

"What can I do?" she asks.

I shake my head, "I… I don't know if I can stop the bleeding."

"No!" she yells. "There has to be something. I refuse to lose him. I just found him." Tears stream down her cheeks as she looks back and forth between us.

KC, who's barely conscious, shakingly raises his hand, and brushes the tears away. "It'll take more than a little bullet to get rid of me. But just in case, can I have a kiss?"

She doesn't hesitate, she leans over him carefully and skims her lips across his as tears continue to fall down her face.

King doesn't let her continue the gentleness for long. With strength I wouldn't expect with how much blood he's lost, he pulls her down on top of him and thrusts his tongue into her mouth.

I feel like I should be ashamed for watching, but I can't take my eyes off them. I wedge myself between the front and back seats to give them some space, still holding the dressing to King's wound. Ivy's quick to give in, straddling him, and kissing him with everything she's got. As if her kiss alone could save him.

His arms wrap around her, pulling her flush to him. I manage to get my hand free as he crushes her to him even tighter. If my brother's going to die, at least he'll die happy.

I glance at my brother for a moment and swear his color is coming back. Reaching out, I feel his pulse on his neck.

I'll be damned, it's getting stronger .

Ivy pulls away from the kiss and stares at him and then me. King's color turns ashen gray again and he coughs up a little blood.

"I don't know what you're doing to him, but his pulse was straightening out. I don't know how or why, but fucking keep kissing him. At least till we get back to the clubhouse where I have more medical equipment."

For a second she looks like she's going to ask questions then she looks at King. She must notice the difference in his appearance because she dives in to kiss him again.

King's color comes back as Ivy kisses him. I continue to check his pulse throughout the drive. Apparently, it's pissing King off, because he growls at me. I snort. I don't care how into the kiss he is. He still has a major bullet wound. I'm going to keep checking on him until I know for sure he's fine.

Before I know it Beck calls out, "Five minutes, the sweetbutts have the medical area set up."

We round the corner of the parking lot and into the clubhouse's fenced in area. And when I turn to check on King again, he's sitting up with Ivy grinding on his lap.

Son of a bitch.

King's trying to rip her clothes off!

Once the car comes to a stop, he turns to me and snarls, "Out." His voice is gravelly and his scorpion is close to the surface.

"Look fucker. If I don't get you inside, you're gonna die and bleed out here. If you ever want to fu… um have our mate properly, we need to get you inside now."

"KC, he's right. We need to get you inside." With the look of concern on Ivy's face, you wouldn't know they've only just met.

He growls, but nods. The door behind him is yanked open and he practically falls out of the door. Jax catches him before he gets far and Ivy bursts out laughing.

"Oops. Sorry," Jax grimaces as he hefts KC up. Ivy scoots back and I take King's legs, helping Jax get him out of the car.

King grunts and grumbles the entire way inside. We walk through the open doors to the triage area the ladies have set up. Several of them have gone to nursing school, and they start running towards us to help King as we set him down on a table. They don't get two feet from him when Ivy is there, shoving them back.

"Keep your fucking hands off what's mine!" she snarls. Even in the situation that we're in it gives me an instant hard-on. Fuck is she hot when she's pissed.

Vixen and Sasha jump back like they've been slapped. They're not used to being told what to do by anybody besides the six of us. Guess they're going to have to get used to it. They run over and start helping a couple of the others that are carried in.

I get to work on King's wound with Ivy's help. We get him to lay down, and I cut his shirt off. When I pull the compound dressing off, I'm shocked to find it's now puckered almost to a scar. The bleeding has totally stopped. The gaping wound is almost gone. We heal fast, but not this fast. This is insane.

I look from him to Ivy and back again. King smiles. "I'd read that a matriarch could do this. But never would've believed it."

We don't have time to question him as his eyes flutter shut and he starts to snore.

Ivy gapes at him. "How…" I shrug because I have no clue.

"I guess when he wakes from his… Nap… we'll have to get him to explain what the fuck just happened to all of us."

As we attempt to process what King said, Neo, Beck, DJ and Jax run over. "What the fuck is going on? Why aren't you working on King?" DJ snaps.

I shake my head to clear my thoughts and look at the VP. "He's fine… Basically healed from kissing her. He's… Sleeping."

The stunned looks on all their faces have to match my own. Because I have no fucking clue what's going on. It seems the only one that does is snoring at the moment.

Several hours later, after all wounds have been tended, including those on Ivy with her protest, we move a still sleeping King to his office for some privacy. We sit down in the folding chairs we brought in next to the cot that King is on.

Jax passes around a bottle of bourbon. "OK, does somebody want to explain to me? What the fuck happened. I don't mean at the compound, I mean with him." He hitches his thumb toward King.

Ivy takes a swig out of the bottle before answering. "I got in the car to help Cree and he asked for a kiss. Said if he's gonna die, he at least wants a kiss…" She glares at Jax. "Sounds like someone else I know." We all laugh remembering Jax's story. "One thing led to another we just about… Never mind we got here and his wound was healed. No fucking clue other than that. I'm as lost as you are."

They all look at Beck, and then at me. I nod. "Yeah, they just about did the dirty in the car. Would have too if I hadn't stopped them."

Neo snorts. "Damn. Sorry I missed that! Does he know what happened?" He points to King.

I scratch my chin. "He said he did but I guess we have to wait until he wakes up."

King's office door bursts open and we all jump to our feet. The only people that can open that door without an invitation are already in the room. Who the fuck would come in here unannounced?

Vixen, our head sweetbutt burst through the door. "Who the fuck is she and why is she giving us fucking orders? She's not a stalker." She advances on Ivy.

Jax starts to step around her, and she pats him on the chest. "I fight my own battles, big guy."

She steps up to Vixen, and sizes her up. "First of all, I don't know who the fuck you think you are. But unless you wanna die, choking on your own vomit, I suggest you get the fuck out of here!"

Vixen's face turns beet red and she swings at Ivy who grabs her arm. "Big mistake bitch you're de…"

Before she can finish the sentence, Jax grabs Vixen and throws her out of the office. "Stay the fuck out and never threaten our mate again. Or we'll let her kill you." He slams the door shut and turns to a fuming Ivy.

She starts to protest, hands on her hips. Jax walks up to her, grabs her around the waist, pulls her flush with him, and buries his tongue in her mouth.