“Bitch, fuck off.” She spits as Say’s eyes rip into mine. Tired, red and raw. My heart hurts looking at her. The three women in this room are ruined; broken with pain and lost in emotions.
“Ladies,” I call out trying to defuse the Mexican standoff going down.
“Excuse me,” The doc bites back. “You herd me. Get out. I don’t like you. You’re rude and you will not be placing your hands on my man.” She’s lost reason. She’s lost her mind. This is the best doctor this side of the coast.
“I will not be going anywhere and biker princess if I was you, I would step back and out of my face.” The doc squares her shoulders to Senna as Say walks up placing her hand on her shoulder.
“I think we could grab a coffee.” She says to her as I try to usher both from the room. “Flame, don’t leave Mrs. W and, doc, we are family. We are brothers and you guys need to see that before you cross the invisible line and one of these women eat your face off. Coz believe me, that will happen. Her face deadpans as Mrs.W steps up between them her hand falls to Viper’s leg under the blankets.
“This is all my son has, so when they ask you will tell them.” Her tone is flat her eyes don’t meet the Docs but the Doc nods as Flame falls down into the chair by his bed.
“Brother, you’re missing out on like a few birds actual scrapping over you. Your little lady was about to rip the doc a new one. So best you wake and keep her sane coz, dude, they are all losing their shit.” He breathes into Vipers ear as a sadness fills his voice as his eyes water over but today it’s more than tears glazing my brother’s eyes over.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Capone
I left Flame at the hospital with the girls while I went to the club. He was falling asleep on the edge of Viper’s bed when I left. Mrs. W was taking all of what the doc had to say in. Coma, internal bleeding, bullet wound not as clean as they thought. The bullet wasn’t an in and out. It went in and fucked some shit up; shattered some ribs, popped a lung, fucked with his spleen, and there was bruising on his spinal cord. We will not know how bad everything is until he wakes.
The blow to the head caused a brain bleed and swelling, so they are waiting for that to calm down and then the other stuff will sort its shit out in other words. Waking up, well that’s all on Viper. We are all at the mercy of the ever-ticking clock and the girls are all just tormenting their souls by watching him. One hour meshes into another as the hands tick around that evil circle with numbers on it.
Scanning the near empty club, I see no Lane, no Ace and definitely no Abe. For fuck sake guys. Grabbing a beer from a Chica she offers me a wanna fuck me smile causing a nauseating shiver to run down my spine. Nothing compares to Saylor. Like fuck look at her.
Taking the beer, I head up the stairs, I sense her moving behind the bar heading toward the stairs to follow me. Spinning on my heel I say, “Bitch, back up.” Biting it out through clenched teeth.
“Baby,” She coos
“Not even happening,” my tone is ice sending goosebumps even down my arms. I shake my head as I look at her.
“Like fuck, look at you. You gotta be joking.” Her cheeks blaze red as I tisk walking away. I wouldn’t let a skank like that ruin what I have just got going with Saylor, and at the moment she needs no more drama. Fuck me, a Chica drama would be the icing on the I’m killing a bitch cake that both the AOS twins didn’t need to fuck shit up.
Reaching the top of the stairs I start to kick all the members doors open seeking one of the three missing humans that I am after. Really though, only wanting to find one important one and that is Lane.
Viper will feed me my own dick if something happens to her while he’s all fucked up and we are all well, whole and awake. She isn’t in this side of the club rooms. I actually thought she would be on this side. Not the side to the right that was really for prospects and out of towners that stay.
Stalking over to that side a few men fill in from the outside and the music begins to pick up. Life still rolls on even with the core of the club MIA and drama and near-death experiences happening. The party rolls on, the deals to be made, runs to be had, Chica’s to fuck, drugs to take and liquor to drink. But behind closed doors of the brotherhood we are losing it. Like for real. Look at this shit pit right now.
Strange how you take one key player from the game and it begins to fall and tether on the dark edge.
I had kicked all the doors open reaching the last one after a few screams from Chica’s and a few what the fuck brother from members. I hold my hands up to them in a sorry but not even meaning it.
I had to find Lane before something else befalls Lane and breaks her more than she is now. I don’t know how many times I had seen Viper pick her up and whisper this world is always going to break your heart, but nobody loves no one as much as I love you. That is how I feel about Saylor. I know everyone hurts, everyone bleeds, everyone falls but I wanna be the one that wipes the tears, kiss the fear away and will pick her up always.
Reaching the last door, I take the last swig from my bottle placing it down on the floor. Standing straight, I crack my neck side to side. If she’s in here, I have no clue what I will do but I know that Viper will have a god damned coronary and Flame will set fire to the prick. 1,2,3 boot the door open, breaking the hinge while a scream leaves the room echoing around me. A sweet scream quite criminal to my ears. Too sweet for a place like this.
Within a nanosecond of my eyes finding the beautiful human who had shed the scream, my blood boils beyond scalding and spills out over the room. She gathers the blanket around her, her massive eyes falling to mine as I shoot daggers past her beautiful head to the fucker who is sitting on the windowsill, a booted foot on the head of the bed. Lane, a very beautiful but high looking Lane, is in his bed, under his blankets, wearing his ACS t-shirt. My knuckles clench harder as white ripples over my clenched fists.
“Sup, Capone,” the little mug says to me, raising his head in a head lift, a greeting to a brother. As if he doesn’t have another brother’s sister in his bed, his baby and only sister I may add.
“Sup brother is that all you have?” I bite stalking over toward him
“Capone, leave it,” Lane says kneeling on top of the mattress and looks at me her hands pushing forward toward my chest
“I’m going to kill you then I’m going to bring you back to life so Viper can kill you.” I say to his face over Lane’s beautiful head.
“It’s not what you think!” She screams out pulling at my shirt trying to get me to look at her, but my eyes never leave this little dick bags face.
“What is it then, Lane, a brother-sister fucking sleep over.” Laughing as it comes out, the sound of it ridiculous even to my ears.
