“Sheridan didn’t trap me. For seven months she suffered through her pregnancy all alone because she knew I’ve always said I didn’t want kids of my own. Somethin’ I essentially told her after we were together. Sheridan was sick as fuck, ending up in the hospital on a regular basis for fluids and medicine so she could eat a meal or two. She was fully prepared to raise our son on her own without me ever finding out he was alive,” I inform the women in front of me as Janessa steps up closer to Jess.
“Sheridan is the best mom considering everything she’s been through lately. She’s spent more time in the hospital than out of it. Every thought and action she has is for her son and Tease. The only reason either of you want him is because of his money and the status you believe you’ll gain from being with him. You’ve never wanted Tease for the man he is. Sheridan has never once seen his money or as a status icon. She loves him for the man he is and the bond they’ve formed over the years. A bond you would never know anything about because it takes time and commitment to another person and you don’t know how to put in time with anyone other than spreading your legs or sucking cock,” Janessa adds, her voice low as she steps up in Jess’s face and says the truth.
Janessa is done talking. She starts to beat the shit out of Jess while my mom continues to beat the hell out of Foxy. The two skanks scream and try to cower away from the injuries being inflicted on their bodies, but they have nowhere to go. They’ve been tied up like Sheridan was in her house. They have no choice but to take each hit that comes their way. My mom and Janessa don’t stop their attack for several long minutes before stepping back and looking at their work. Both girls are covered in blood and are missing a few teeth. Melissa and Oaklynn step up next. They don’t speak or spend as much time beating the hell out of Jess and Foxy like my mom and Janessa did. All they want is to get in a few hits before they allow Peyton, Kimber, and Marie to have a turn. Every ol’ lady of the club is here for this before they head to the hospital to be with Sheridan.
“Why am I here?” the second man finally asks, his voice higher pitched than Jess or Foxy.
“Ron, you know what you did,” Brick says, stepping forward with papers in his hand. “You were drivin’ the vehicle that hit Sheridan, causing multiple injuries to her and causin’ her to go into labor early. That stupid bitch promised you drugs and money to cause the accident that almost took two innocent lives. Money you were never gonna see. All of you were fuckin’ stupid enough to believe you’d ever see a penny of the money Sheridan’s mother was tryin’ to steal from her.”
The man Brick has called Ron doesn’t say another word as the stench of piss fills the air. Looking at him, I can’t help but smirk at how pathetic the piece of shit is.
“We haven’t even touched you yet and you’re already pissin’ yourself?” I question him, a smirk on my face because I think this is a record for us.
“Please! I have a family!” the man cries out, his voice grating on my nerves as I step up and grab him by the shirt.
“Sheridan has a fuckin’ family. She was pregnant with my son. Her dad was out of his mind with worry when he got the call his daughter had been in an accident and was unresponsive. She has me and my family who were worried about her. You didn’t once think of her family or what was gonna happen to all of us when you caused the accident that did so much damage,” I state as he looks up at me with tear-filled eyes.
“I’m sorry,” he says, trying to plead with us as I start laughing.
“Sorry isn’t gonna cut it, Asshole,” I tell him before starting to take out every ounce of rage and pain I’ve been feeling over the last few days while Sheridan was gone.
No one stops me as I beat the fuck out of Ron until he passes out. Switching my attention to Officer Whitestone, I continue to pound on him as he screams and threatens me because he’s a cop. That’s fucking funny as hell.
“You’re a cop? The badge protects you?” I question him while pausing my attack on him.
“Yes. You can’t do this to me!” he cries out in pain and fear.
“I can do anythin’ I fuckin’ want to. See, here’s the thing about your employment as a cop—they’ve been waitin’ to fire your ass for almost a year. Did you know you were bein’ investigated? That you’ve been reported on multiple occasions for harassment, abusin’ power, takin’ dirty deals, and several other crimes? You’re nothin’ more than a dirty cop who no one will miss when you’re gone. If you haven’t figured it out yet, you ain’t leavin’ here alive. None of you are. Well, the girls might. But they’ll only be taken to the police to rot in prison for the rest of their lives. You won’t be that lucky,” I inform him as Knuckles steps up next to me and takes over beating the hell out of him.
I’m covered in a layer of sweat and blood. I should’ve removed my cut, but I wasn’t thinking of anything other than getting my hands on the assholes who have made Sheridan’s life a living hell. I’ll have to clean it before I leave here so no one can link me back to the disappearance of these two fuckers.
“Hurry up and end this shit. I need to get back to the hospital and see my girl and son,” I say, already wishing I was back with my family even though I know Leo is here with us.
One-by-one the guys step up and get their hits in. When the last two step back, I accept the gun being handed to me and put a bullet in the head of the cop and asshole who hit my girl. They slump in their chairs while Jess and Foxy scream like banshees.
“You want these two to disappear or go to the cops?” Kat asks me when they’ve finally quieted down to whimpers.
“I don’t give a fuck. Personally, I’d rather see them rot in prison for the rest of their pathetic lives. It will be a worse punishment for them than an easy death. Have your fun and then one of the Prospects will deliver them there if that’s what you choose to do,” I answer Kat, already slipping my cut off so I can clean it before taking a shower. “I’ll be headin’ out in fifteen minutes. Anyone goin’ back to the hospital with me, be ready. I’m not waitin’ for anyone.”
Homicide and Omen give the Prospects instructions on how to handle the clean-up while I head for my room. Janessa is in there with Leo when I open the door. She lets me know he’s ready to go and she’ll take him downstairs to feed before strapping him into his car seat. With a nod of my head, I walk straight into my bathroom and strip down to my boxers. Turning on the water of the shower, I let it heat up while I clean my cut carefully. The blood is almost impossible to see on the black leather, but I know it’s there. I’m careful while cleaning theleather and don’t miss an inch. When I finally feel as if it’s taken care of, I remove my boxers and step under the scalding hot water. For a minute I simply stand under the water and let it rain down over my tight muscles. With thoughts of my Little Fairy in mind, I quickly wash before getting out to dress in clean clothes so I can get back to her side where I belong.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Sheridan
HOSPITALS ARE THE worst place ever if you ask me. Since getting pregnant with Leo I’ve spent more time in the hospital than anywhere else it seems. Now, after my mother and those skanks kidnapped and beat me, I’m back once again. Though, I hope I won’t have to stay here like I have in the past. I’m more than ready to go home and I’ve only been awake for an hour. The doctors are still running tests and waiting for results to come back in. At least that’s what they keep telling me. All I know is I’m alone in the room and they’re not allowing anyone to come back and sit with me. That just makes this entire experience even worse because I’m alone and bored as hell. If I had my phone, I could at least read or watch something that’s not on TV. There’s never anything on TV when I try to sit down and watch something so I gave up watching shows and movies that aren’t streamed on some app.
“How are you feeling?” Dr. Matthews asks, walking in my room even though there’s really no reason for me to see her right now.
“I’ve been better. It’s more of an ache than outright pain though. What are you doing here?” I question her, confusion filling me as I look around the room.
“They want me to check on the incision from your surgery. I heard you were hit there. We both know it’s essentially healed completely, but I do agree with them about me checkingit out for you. Just for your peace of mind,” she answers me while stepping up close to the bed I’m currently laying in.
Dr. Matthews lifts the hospital gown I was changed into at some point while I was still knocked out. She examines the area around the incision and presses down around the bruising covering my skin. It’s sore but doesn’t make me scream from the pain. I only flinch one time from pain and that’s when she hits a particularly dark bruised area with a knot under the skin. I can’t even remember what I was hit with in that area of my body. My mother, Jess, and Foxy used anything they could get their hands on when they were tired of using their fists. Plus, objects allowed them to inflict more damage. At least that’s what my mom told them.
“It appears to be superficial wounds. I don’t foresee any problems for you as you continue to heal. You’ve got about two weeks left before your next appointment with me. I’ll take another look when you come to the office. As usual, if you have any problems before then, give me a call and I’ll see you immediately. Is your back okay?” Dr. Matthews asks even though she’s not my doctor for that issue.
“Yeah. They kept me tied to a chair at one of the houses I own. I was tied pretty tight and had no choice but to sit completely straight. Sometimes that helps with the pain and muscle spasms,” I answer her honestly because it is the truth in my situation.
