Free Cursed by Desconhecido(a)

drove off. He and Joker ran toward the back road with the other guys following them. The last thing he fucking wanted to do was chase the damn idiots down the fucking highway.
    He started his motorcycle and turned it around, heading after them. The road was narrow and lined with trees on both sides. He rode along the curvy pathway, following behind the blue Camaro. Eddy leaned out the front window and smirked at him as he pointed a gun in Tank’s direction. He swerved to miss the bullets as the crazy bastard continued to shoot at him. Someone beside him returned fire since Tank’s weapon was empty. He cringed as they went down the road, his shoulder burning like a bitch. He rubbed it gently and felt warm sticky fluid coat his fingers.
    Ah, fuck. Josslyn was going to be pissed about that.
    The guy driving the Camaro stomped on the gas pedal and left them. Torque moved in front of him, signaling that they needed to head back to the club. The sorry bastard had a death wish, Tank realized. There would come a day when Daddy couldn’t protect him and that day looked like it was coming real soon.
    He shifted his shoulder and cringed at the pain shooting down his left arm. He was going to have one hell of a time explaining this one to her. He parked his bike in his normal spot and saw her car in the parking lot. She’d stayed. Even as much as she didn’t want Jeremy involved in club life, she stayed.
    He groaned a bit as he moved his arm. “Fuck.”
    “What happened?” Deuce asked. He glanced over at Tank’s arm and came to him. “Eddy shot you?”
    “Don’t tell Joss.”
    Deuce laughed and shook his head. He pulled Tank’s sleeve up and glanced at the wound. “It’s not bad. Just a flesh wound. You need to doctor it and bandage it up.”
    “I will.” He stood from his bike and headed inside. Since she wasn’t in the front room, he assumed she was in his apartment. He covered his shoulder the best he could and went to find her.
    When he opened the door, he saw her on his bed, talking on the phone with someone while Jeremy slept peacefully in the center. He hugged his toy motorcycle to him looking so damn innocent. Josslyn stood and walked toward the bathroom, ignoring him as he came into the room. All his medical supplies were in the cabinet inside the bathroom, right where she stood. He prepared himself for bitching as he went toward her, stepping past her to the bathroom.
    “Okay, thank you. I’ll be in touch.” She hung up and turned to face him. “Why are you bleeding all over everything?”
    He glanced over at her as he grabbed the medical kit. “Huh?”
    “You’re bleeding.” She pointed to the floor.
    He cringed. “Don’t freak out.”
    Her eyes widened. “You were shot?”
    He glanced back at Jeremy and grabbed her wrist, pulling her into the bathroom with him before shutting the door. “Yes. It’s not that big of a deal. I just need to bandage it up.”
    “Who the hell shot you?”
    “Your brother.”
    She tilted her head to the side. “Please tell me you put him in a body bag.”
    He didn’t say anything as he found the gauze and bandage wrap. The stupid wound burned more than anything. Something about a bullet penetrating skin felt like someone had stuck a blow torch to him.
    “Let me see.” She sat her phone down and tugged his sleeve up. “Are you sure you don’t need stitches?”
    “Are you going to sew me up?” He sat on the closed toilet seat, taking up most of the space with his legs.
    She gave him a dirty look and grabbed the gauze. There were a few butterfly bandages in the kit and she grabbed those too to close the wound. Tank liked her taking care of him. She leaned in close enough that he could smell her perfume. Her soft hands touching his skin was anything but platonic. Those hands had been all over his body before and he only imagined that now. She moved slightly, putting her breasts in his face. He chuckled and grinned up at her.
    “Stop it.”
    He slipped his hand