This is what Jas was trying to stop from fucking happening, why she ran.
I growl and Doc commands, “Ace, Dirty, go help Vincent distract that fucker, I’ll grab Aisling and Stone–”
Stone cuts him off and complains, “Why in the fuck do you get to grab her? I want to meet her!”
I don’t even smirk, my eyes keep travelling from my stoic girl to our terrified daughter, and I can feel the monster coming out.
“Because she only knows Rocky and me, but he’ll be grabbing his ex-wife and putting her in a sleep hold!” Doc states, and Stone huffs. Ignoring his VP, Doc then commands, “Trigger and Anchor, grab Kate, Tank will get his girl and Stone, disarm that fucker.”
Just as Doc finishes, Jas lurches forward, bending over, and it’s then that I notice it, the fucking blood.
Fuck, fuck, fuck!
“Jasmine!” I growl as the brothers curse, seeing what I’ve just seen, the blood soaking her shirt – my fucking shirt– and I run from behind my truck and sprint over to the park without Docs say so, the brothers instantly following, splitting up to do what they’ve been instructed.
I don’t open the gate, instead, I grab the top of it and leap over the metal, and my feet don’t even touch the ground for a second before I’m running over to my girl while Doc does the same but goes to my daughter.
“Daddy!” I hear Aisling cry, and my egg donor looks my way with wide eyes as she quickly stands with fear like a pathetic bitch, but before she can try to run, Dad tackles her from the side, his body landing on top of her, making her scream, which quickly turns to a choke as he presses his thumbs into the pressure points on her neck.
Kate watches the commotion with complete shock, frozen but then screeches as she goes to tackle Jas, who is falling to the floor already, but Trigger reaches for her by her hair and yanks the bitch back. She opens her mouth to scream, but Anchor is there, shoving a rag into her mouth right before digging a needle into her neck, knocking her out just as I skid in front of Jas, grabbing her shoulders before she can fall face first, making herchoke out a gasp before our eyes connect, and I see it, I finally fucking see it.
Trust in her eyes, trust in me to save Aisling and her and the relief, so much relief I feel like it’s choking me.
I cup her cheek as I kneel before her and she grabs my arms and chokes, “Aisling…”
I turn to see her in Doc's arms, her head on his shoulder as she squeezes him tightly while Vincent is helping Stone, Ace and Dirty with Bruce who is trying to fight them off.
Fucker isn’t going to win.
Stone punches the fucker in the face and he lands on the floor in a lump making me smirk and look back at Jas and whisper, “She’s safe, the brothers have her,” and her tears fall as her body trembles against mine, and I look over her body to see where she’s injured and I tense as I see the fucking knife dug into her side.
Holy shit!
“Dammit, is that a knife?!” Anchor growls, and I breathe heavy, seeing all the blood as I lock eyes with Jas.
“Pull it out, Lo,” she chokes, and my eyes widen because what the fuck?!
Is she fucking crazy?
“I’m not touching that thing until we’re at the fucking hospital or at least in the med room at the clubhouse where I can help numb the fucking pain,” I state as I grip her cheek harder.
“It’s superficial,” she chokes, “I mean, it hurts like shit, but I’m not struggling to breathe and I’m not choking on my own blood, so she clearly didn’t hit anything. Pull it out!”
“Jasmine!” I growl, and she retorts, “Tank…” pissing me off, but I know what she’s doing, and it won’t work.
“I’m not pulling that fucking thing out, so stop calling me Tank! I handed in my cut, remember,” I snap, and she digs her nails into my arms while the brothers watch us.
“You will always be my Tank, my Logan. The club is in your blood, and right now, I need Tank, the badass doctor, not L-Logan, who loved me,” she chokes, “Pull the knife out, please.”
Fuck, fuck, fuck…
“Buttercup,” I rasp, “whether I’m your Logan or Tank the brother, I’m still the man who loves you more than anything, I can’t hurt you.”
“But if you don’t pull it out, the pain will get worse or the wound could get infected because I don’t know what she had on that knife, I was focused on your mother and Doc has Aisling… please Lo,” she whispers, and I take a deep breath as I keep one hand on her cheek, then grip the knife in her side, which, yeah, she is right, it is superficial, and I command, “Anchor, I grab a rag!”
“I’ve got one,” Trigger states, and I swallow hard.
Fuck.
