Fucking hell.
I rub my arm, furrowing my forehead, pursing my lips. I’m so pissed off at these assholes that are so damn bossy.
“It’s fucking crazy out here, we’re busy, and I need you to get gone! Go to your room,” Scorpion yells, grabbing my arm again.
I pull my arm out of his grasp, again, shaking my head.
“Stop! I’m looking for Blood. Have you seen him,” I yell, waving my hands like a fucking crazy girl?
“Get gone, now before I personally take you to your damn room,” Scorpion shouts, taking a step towards me, looking like the Hulk all pissed off, like a fucking giant.
“No,” I yell, walking around him slipping out of the door.
“Get back here, Wynters,” Scorpion yells, chasing after me.
I walk down the steps, looking around the yard for Blood, walking down the building to the area where the bikes are parked to see if his bike is here.
I know that he’s not gone yet; he would have told me, right?
Oh, fucking hell!
I can’t find him,
Then I hear gunshots, the bullets are flying around me, my heart stops, and then I look at the fucking cars driving up the clubhouse road, stopping and shooting. I see some machine guns, and that makes me scared. I stand wide-eyed, staring at the mayhem.
Oh, fuck!
Holy shit, this is for real, a war. I need to hide before these sons of bitches kill my baby and me.
“Wynter,” Scorpion shouts, his voice sounding gruff, alarmed.
“Stay back, take cover,” I yell, cupping my hands around my mouth so he can hear me.
My heart stops, I look over at the cars shooting, I look over my shoulder at Scorpion leaning against the post-shooting back.
Everything is happening so fast that I’m paralyzed with fear, standing shocked at what’s happening.
I’m so scared; these fuckers will kill my brother, and I don’t have my Glock to help him.
“Wynter, take cover,” Sniper yells from the other side. He’s one of the MC’s Men Of Mayhem.
It’s my fault!
Oh my God!
Help us.
I don’t want Scorpion to die because I didn’t listen. I can’t die; I want to see my baby, hold him.
Please, God, shield us from these men.
“Wynter, get down,” Scorpion yells.
A bullet hits my thigh; it fucking hurts, burns. I gasp for air, look around for somewhere to hide.
I fall to the ground, crawling towards the bikes to try to get some cover. This is the only fucking place I can take shelter.
I curl up as much as I can, trying to protect my baby. Tears roll down my face as I squeeze my eyes tight. I start rocking, burying my face into my knees.
