Nat flinches, and my nostrils flare at the betrayal.
She helped with my miscarriage, my rape all to save herself only to still screw him?!
Knowing I need to think of my unborn son, I allow the dick to pull me outside of the store, through the back, and into the alley where he raped me, Natalie’s sobs echoing.
That is why I always felt out of place with him, my body already knowing and I let him touch me willingly, oh Christ, I allowed him near my son.
“I have missed you, Ashley, and I have to tell you, my boss wasn’t too pleased when I explained I was claiming you after how much of a fight you gave when I took your tight pussy, only for you to go and dump me for that MC fucker!” he snarls in my ear, “And to find you pregnantagain! It’s not okay, Ashley, I claimed you that night, you are mine!”
I can feel his anger coming out in spades, but I try to breathe through my panic and recall the fighting techniques Viking, a brother who is basically a nomad and runs a fight club in New York, taught me.
Tyler is in church, he doesn’t know I haven’t come back yet, and I cannot lose another baby, not from this monster.
“Tell me something, Ashley,” he growls before licking my cheek, and I tense. “Where is my top-paying girl, Virginia, gotten to? My boss is very unhappy with her disappearance,” he says as he moves the gun from my back, and instead of answering, not shocked that Virginia was involved with him, already knowing she orchestrated my rape, I pull my arm back and then jab my elbow in his kidney like Viking taught me. He grunts, letting go of me, and instead of running, I turn, then with my palm I smack him hard in the face, hitting his chin, my hand instantly throbbing.
Talen’sface knocks to the side, spit leaving his mouth, and I take my chance. I rush over to the alley clearance, but scream as his hand reaches my hair and yanks me back just as a rumble of pipes echoes, and hope swells in my chest, recognizing the sounds.
He came for me…
“Tyler!” I scream as I land on the concrete with a thump, my head hitting the concrete with a hard bang and I gasp with thepain that spreads, and Talengrowls, “Shut the fuck up, bitch,” as his fist comes down, hitting my temple. I cry out as I try to turn on my side to protect my son, but his foot comes slamming down right on my stomach and complete pain washes through me, and wetness instantly spills between my legs as cramps begin.
No, not again.
“Tyler!” I scream again, and Talen growls as I hear, “Pixie!” before a foot connects with my stomach again, and everything goes black, the pain too much, my husband’s roar the last thing I hear.
Chapter 24
Trigger
“Tyler!” I hear my wife scream in terror and pain as I pull up outside the convenience store, and I quickly jump off my bike and shout, “Pixie!” as I rush over to the mouth of the alleyway, and the scene before me sends me into panic.
The fucker is kicking my passed-out wife’s stomach and so much fucking blood stains her thighs and absolute gut wrenching fear fills me.
Fuck no, please…
I roar out, getting his attention, and the slimy fucker grins, blood coating his teeth, proving Ash fought back like my strong girl, and I hear Doc rasp, “Fuck,” but I ignore him as I sprint towards the soon-to-be dead man.
His eyes widen and he quickly looks around before going to grab the gun on the floor but before he can grab it I tackle himto the ground, landing on top of him and he grunts at the impact before I slam my fist down on the fuckers face, once, twice, three times, knocking him out as Doc shouts, “Tyler the baby is coming,” and I look at him in shock, my fist in the air ready to hit the fucker again and panic hits me seeing him in between my passed out wife’s legs, Ashley’s head lolled to the side.
No, no, no, no…
I shove the fucker back down, letting go of his top and rushing over to them before kneeling, and I look to see my son's head, and I choke back a sob.
“Asher, what do we do?” I ask with a tremble, and he rasps, “I-I need Rose, I need Tank.”
“I’m here,” Tank says, skidding beside Doc. His eyes well up with tears as he takes in the situation, then turns to me and demands, “Get behind your wife, brother.”
I listen and move behind Ash. Gently I lift her up and lie her on my knees, but she doesn’t even make a sound, and panic grips me as brothers rush past us to grab that fucker.
“How is she still giving birth if she isn’t conscious?” I question with fear for my wife, for my son.
“The body's contractions are involuntary muscle actions that do not stop if consciousness is lost, brother,” Doc chokes, “It is extremely rare and dangerous.”
Fuck…
I press my lips against Ashley’s head, noticing the bruising instantly along her temple and I tense as my brothers help guide my son out, ten fucking weeks early, my tears falling hard and fast.
“He’s here,” Tank announces after a few minutes.
