I fucking know her involvement.
Her chest begins to move quickly, her breathing accelerating before she screams and turns, trying to run.
Bitch forgot what my name was or something?
I grab my piece and, without a second thought, I fire a bullet into her calf.
Nat cries out as she falls to the floor, landing with a thump and I storm over to her as she turns on her back, pleading, “Please, please, I’m so-sorry, please, have mercy, don’t kill me please…”
“Where was your mercy when you chose yourself even after finding out Ash was pregnant?” I growl as I slam the barrel onto her forehead, causing her to flinch in pain as she sobs. “Where was your mercy when that fucker was kicking my wife's stomach two days ago, trying to kill my baby, huh?” I demand and she cries, “Please, I’m sorry…”
“Too late for pleading bitch… go join your boyfriend,” I sneer, and her eyes widen before I press the trigger, a bullet going straight into her head that flops down.
Her eyes go vacant, her body still, and I lean up, breathing heavy as I look around the shop my wife dedicated most of her teenage and early adult life to just because she didn’t want me paying for her schooling after Mama called her a patch chaser and I growl as my anger burns deep inside.
“Brother?” I breathe, “Burn this shithole place to the ground.”
“Fucking on it,” Anchor confirms, and I nod as Dirty commands, “Go to your wife.”
I look at them and give them a grateful nod before glaring down at the dead body at my feet and put my piece back behind my shirt in my jean’s belt and I turn and walk out without looking back. Finally a little weight lifted off my shoulders knowing my family is safe, knowing we now have time to get rid of the Pillars because Stanley won’t want to try and start a war with us knowing who we have backing us.
One way or another, that fucker is going down, I’ll make sure of it.
“You need to speak to your damn wife!” Tank snaps as I walk onto the private floor that Ash had been placed on half an hour later after breaking all traffic laws, and I raise a brow at his red face.
Fuck, I haven’t seen Tank this angry since he was like seventeen and some cheerleader at school cupped his junk without his permission.
“She promised a nurse who has had eyes for me my number if she wheeled her to NICU!” he growls, and my mouth drops open.
Fuck…
“She didn’t do it, did she?” I ask, fucking hoping my wife is in bed where she fucking belongs.
“Oh yeah, Nell did it alright, and my phone has been blowing up ever since!” he snaps with anger, and I heave a sigh.
Tank doesn’t give his number out to anyone, only family members, and Ash knows this. He’s very quiet, observant, and doesn’t go to the club as much as the rest of us. Don’t get me wrong, he’s there when we need him, but as far as he’s concerned, his three jobs are his main focus.
Nightshift ER doctor, part-time mechanic, and club enforcer.
“She’s done it as punishment for not telling her about Virginia,” I mutter with frustration, fucking pissed she’s not only invaded Tank's privacy but gotten out of bed after emergency surgery.
“I don’t give a shit about the number, brother, I can change that, I care more about her fucking stomach,” he growls as he runs a hand through his hair with frustration, and I reply, “Liar…”
He rolls his eyes, “Tyler, we, her family, didn’t tell her what you were doing because of the patch, because of the brotherhood, if she wants to give my phone number out forthe next ten fucking years, I’ll take it. I can’t have her going downhill.”
“She with Tyson?” I confirm, and he nods curtly.
Sighing, I pat his back, which he tenses at, touch not something he can cope with, which is fucking hilarious considering he’s a doctor, and I mutter, “I’ll go get her,” and I walk past him, his, “Good fucking luck,” just hitting my ears, and I wince.
She’s going to fucking hate me even more than she already does.
I slowly walk into the room Tyson is in five minutes later, and my heart fucking breaks seeing Cole asleep on a chair opposite his mama, the incubator between them, my wife sitting in a wheelchair, silently sobbing as she looks over our youngest baby.
Mama’s eyes come my way, tears trailing her cheeks, and I swear my heart breaks at this scene, one that shouldn’t be happening.
She should be in bed at home, rubbing her stomach.
Locking my jaw tight to keep my emotions under control, I quietly walk behind Ash, then bend down, carefully wrapping my arms around her, and her hands instantly find my arms as she continues to cry.
