I put my hand up to her so she knows it isn’t her fault. I should have seen this coming. Where Lyra and Caleb are concerned, Holly is a mama bear, and no one takes her kids, I mean, fuck,she came to the clubwithCaleb, she refused to leave him at the school.
With my brothers at my heels, I rush outta the clubhouse and towards the trucks, my main goal, getting to my girls.
***
My heart pounds as we slowly pull up outside the motel, Hol’s car parked next to the one Lyra was shoved in, and I quickly climb out.
“Dirty, think logically and not with your emotions,” my dad snaps as he grabs my arm, trying to stop me from running towards the room, but I shake my head.
I didn’t stop to think when Summer came in sobbing, and I’m not stopping to think now.
“My girls are in there!” I remind him and he nods as the brothers crowd around us.
“I know, believe me, and we’ll get them both out, but you don’t know what you are running into, Caleb needs you,” he reminds me, and I growl, “And he needs his mother and sister,” just as we hear Lyra scream.
I don’t think twice—I shove my dad outta the way and sprint towards the hotel room on the first floor that I watched them walk into it from the CCTV footage.
The door is already slightly open, and I storm into it, but freeze seeing a gun being held up against my woman, Lyra, clutching at her waist with a red mark across her tear stained cheek, and I growl, as every eye comes my way.
“Who are you?” the deranged woman demands to know.
“I’m Lyra’s father,” I state, hoping to piss her off enough to get the gun on me and not my girls, just as the brothers fill the room.
The other woman gasps, while the deranged one trembles in fear as she looks at all the cuts and weapons.
“You are not her father,” she snaps, keeping her gun on my girls. “My son was her father, and that girl caused his death. It’s because of her that he assaulted all those other girls, it’s because of her that he got kicked off the football team, doing drugs, and it’s because of her that he is dead!”
Okay, so the woman is more than coo-coo crazy; she’s fucking bat-shit crazy.
“How is my girl at fault when your son assaulted the other women before he even got with her?” I ask her calmly, and the other woman flinches. “How can my girl be at fault for his cheating on her when she gave him her virginity the night before?” I continue, and her hand trembles, “How can my girl be at fault when he purposely drove into the tree?”
I shake my head as I say, “You want to blame someone for your son's actions, and you’ve decided to latch onto Holly. When you continued with your ranting, Holly had no choice but to ensure you didn’t have contact withmydaughter for her safety. You made your bed, lady, and now you need to lie in it instead of attempting kidnap and murder.”
“Mama, put the gun down,” the other woman says with a tremble, but the crazy lady shakes her head.
“She’s my last connection to my son,” she chokes.
“No, your daughter is also the living memory of your son,” Doc instantly states, “And this, what you are doing, is going to haunt you because little Lyra will never come near you again.”
“Mama, please,” the woman pleads as I slowly move, my dad trying to grab hold of me, but I dodge him and stand before my girls.
Holly sobs and grips the back of my cut, trying to push me away, but I don’t budge. I refuse.
“Move!” the woman screams, “She killed my son!”
“No, he killed himself, Mama, please, don’t do this. I wouldn’t have helped if I knew this was your plan, please…” The woman continues to plead, but the crazy lady doesn’t listen.
“You are not taking my family away from me,” I growl, and Holly sobs, her grip on my cut tightening.
“That’s my son's child,” she sobs, but I shake my head and state, “No, she’s mine.”
I see the switch in her eyes, and instead of moving the gun on me like I had hoped and before I can react to tackle her, the woman moves her hand slightly and pulls the trigger, not once, but twice, and it’s like everything moves in slow motion, and I can’t stop it.
Holly shoves me aside, my body stumbling in shock and Lyra is pushed into my stomach who I instantly catch as I roar out, watching my girl fall as the other woman drops with a choking sound. The crazed lady screams, “Freya!” just as she’s tackled and I quickly pass Lyra to my dad and stumble to Holly, who cries in pain.
My eyes go to her leg, the blood instantly pouring, and I choke, “What the fuck did you do?” as I grip her leg.
“Okay, getting shot hurts,” Holly chokes as Doc quickly kneels before her and takes over, gripping her thigh.
