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“Yeah, you might think you killed one of them, but you didn’t. There’s no way in hell you managed to kill a member. Yeah, you could’ve gotten his cut off his body, but it doesn’t mean he’s dead. And if it’s the member I think it is, I can guarantee he’s still alive. That man has the love of a great woman, wants to build a family with her, and won’t let anything take his chance of doing that away from him. So, you didn’t kill him. He might not be here with the rest of the guys to save us, but he’s still breathing and waiting to slowly maim you. You’ll be the one who suffers at his hands for touching what doesn’t belong to you. And the man beating the shit out of my sister right now will pay for touching what doesn’t belong to him,” Paige says, her voice almost hysterical as she starts laughing her ass off.
“We’ll see about that. You’ve been here for four days now and I haven’t seen anyone here to save you. If they were so worried about a so-called ol’ lady then they’d have already been here to get you. That tells me all I need to know about how they treat their women. Maybe we can actually work with them instead of taking over the town from them,” Lucifer says, thinking he knows a damn thing about the Wild Kings. He doesn’t have the first clue.
“That’s fucking funny. I have little to nothing to do with them and even I know how they treat their women. The ol’ ladies of the club are respected, loved, and shown on a daily basis just how important they are. Even the club girls there to have sex with the members are treated with nothing but respect. The only time they aren’t shown respect is when they fuck up and prove they aren’t loyal to the club. The men of the club are loyal as fuck to their ol’ ladies. Once they have their woman at their side, they will burn down the fucking world to make sure no harm comes to them. So, they might not be here right now for us, but they’re coming. And, I’m sure they aren’t here because unlike you, they actually know how to make a plan and not just randomly rush into a situation guns blazing,” Paige says, her voice full of determination as she holds her head high.
“We’ll see. Leave them be. We’ll see if starving them and making sure they have nothing to drink for a while longer changes their mind. If we come in again and you don’t tell us what we want to know, your sister will get beaten even worse. By the way, no man respects or loves a woman that much. Women are good for very few things. The main one is spreading their fucking legs and knowing when to do what the fuck they’re told. Knowing when to shut the fuck up is also a good lesson to learn. So, no, those men don’t treat their women the way you think they do. It's just some stupid vision you’ve cooked up in your mind. Must be lonely knowing you don’t have a man of your own,” Lucifer taunts Paige as the man finally stops beating on me. “One last thing. If you don’t give me the information I want, I’ll kill you both. Starting with your sister considering she’s more than likely half dead already. Think about that while you’re sitting in here.”
If I thought I was in pain before, it’s nothing compared to how I feel right now. Instead of slowly fading out and losing consciousness, I’m instantly knocked out. The pain is too much to overcome and I don’t bother fighting it this time. I don’t want to feel the pain, think of what’s going to happen to us, I want to see images of Shawn and know he’s happy and getting the help he needs to recover from whatever’s been done to him. That’s my happy place while we’re stuck here.
Chapter Nine
Kevlar
EVERYONE BUT RICOCHET’S been gone since the middle of the night last night. I have no clue what’s going on or if my girl is even hurt right now. That’s what I want to know more than anything else. I want to know Lyric is safe and that no one there touched a hair on her fucking head. If someone did touch her, they won’t be able to find a place on Earth or anywhere else to hide from the fucking payback I’ll be unleashing on them once I can get out of this bed and move around again. I’m going to take my time with them and make sure they feel every ounce of pain inflicted on my girl. I can guarantee Ricochet will do the same if Paige is hurt.
My brother has been pacing the hospital room like a caged animal. It’s driving me insane, but I can guarantee that if I were him and he was in this damn bed and not able to get out for any reason, I’d be doing the same thing. This is the first time Venom hasn’t let someone go get a family member when they’ve been taken from us. I can see where he’s coming from though. Ricochet is losing his damn mind and I don’t even know what the fuck is going on with Paige and him. My brother is keeping all the details to himself and Hawkeye and I are just waiting for him to be ready to talk to us about his situation with her.
“Ricochet, you’re drivin’ me up a fuckin’ wall,” I whisper, knowing I’m still not supposed to be talking because of my throat.
“Don’t talk!” he returns, his voice hard and cold as he turns to stare at me. “I’m goin’ fuckin’ crazy here. I don’t know why I couldn’t fuckin’ go with them.”
Grabbing the notebook, I pick up the pen and write a message for him.
You do know why you couldn’t go. If you had kept your damn head and not threatened to go off half-cocked then you’d be with them right now. Sit the fuck down and they’ll be back here as soon as they’re done. The girls are coming home today and they’re not gonna leave there without them. They’ve got our dad with them and the Phantom Bastards. Those fuckers are going down.
“They should be back already. You’ll be gettin’ your fuckin’ lunch anytime now and they left in the middle of the fuckin’ night. So, I’m not gonna sit on my ass while they’re off gettin’ Lyric and Paige back from a bunch of sadistic fucks like Lucifer and their mother. She’s the one behind this and you know as well as I do,” Ricochet tells me, his voice cold and hard.
Trust me, I get how you feel. I feel the same way. I don’t want to be in this fucking bed with nothing to do but think of everything that’s been done to my ol’ lady. We have to believe that they’ll be back as soon as they can and give us an update on the girls. They’re going to make sure those fuckers pay before locking Lucifer up so I can deal with him when I’m ready to take care of him. I want you at my side because you’re gonna get your hands dirty as well. He’s ours and there’s no one who’s going to tell us we can deal with him. I’m sure the guys will get their hits in now, but he’s still ours.
Before Ricochet can respond, the door of my room opens and my dad is standing there with Hawkeye behind them. I can tell they’re both fresh from the showers and know shit went down in order to get Paige and Lyric back. It’s not just that though. My eyes land on my dad’s face and I know something is very wrong. Something happened and he’s trying to figure out how to tell me what it is. With Ricochet by my side, it could involve both girls or just one of them. My gut is telling me it’s about Lyric though. My ol’ lady has been hurt and I’m stuck in this fucking bed instead of being at her side.
“Tell us,” Ricochet demands as our dad and brother walk further into the room and let the door close behind them.
“We got in and didn’t have a problem really. The guys are all fucked up on all sorts of drugs and didn’t really put up a fight. Oh, they had guns and shit, but were too slow to fuckin’ use them. Most of the bitches were upstairs in this abandoned house between here and Phantom Bastard territory. When we got down to the basement level of the house, it was complete fuckin’ chaos. The stupid fucks were so confused, they were takin’ out their own members instead of payin’ attention to us. We took them all fuckin’ down.
“Walkin’ deeper into the basement, we found a tunnel and that’s where the girls were bein’ kept. While we were gettin’ them out of the chairs they were chained to, Lucifer and their skank of a mother disappeared. They slipped out when the girls became our focus. They’re the only two left, but we have no clue where they are. Guys are out scouring the area for them as we speak. We’ll bring them in and make sure they fuckin’ pay,” Hawkeye tells us, his voice confident despite the underlying tone of anger.
He's not telling us something. Our brother is hiding something big from Ricochet and me. Anger fills me because I want to know what the fuck is going on. Our dad looks as if someone kicked his damn puppy. I’ve rarely seen him looking this horrible after taking out a group of twatwaffles who have done us wrong. Usually, he’d be amped up from the fight and ready to take out a million more stupid fucks who don’t know how to act right.
“Dad, since Hawkeye doesn’t wanna tell us somethin’ that happened, how about we hear it from you,” Ricochet growls out, jumping out of the chair he finally sat in.
“Paige is fine, son. She wasn’t touched at all. Other than some bruisin’ and skin torn in a few places on her wrists and ankles, there isn’t a damn thing wrong with her,” our dad says, making Ricochet deflate as the fear seeps out of his tense body. “Son, the same can’t be said for Lyric. She’s in bad shape. Right now, they have her in surgery to repair the damage done to her jaw and wrist. She fuckin’ fought to get out of those chains holdin’ her to the chair. Unfortunately, it only did damage to her body with all of her fightin’.
“At least two of the men there also beat the fuck out of her. That’s why there’s damage to her jaw. It’s been broken. Doc said she’ll be wirin’ it shut. She’s not sure what they have to do to repair her wrist just yet. Her ankles are all sorts of fucked up too. I don’t know all of her injuries at this point, but it’s a lot. I don’t think there was a spot on her body that didn’t have bruises or cuts marrin’ her skin. Her eyes are swollen shut too. She’s a fuckin’ mess, Shawn. None of us even wanted to fuckin’ touch her to get her out of there. Paige told us she’s been unconscious for a while now. Since the last time they came in and she was beaten because Paige wasn’t givin’ up any information on the club. She doesn’t have anythin’ to fuckin’ tell them and Lyric paid the price for that,” our dad finally says, stepping up next to my side as my heart fucking shatters in my chest.
“No!” I yell out, my throat sore as fuck as I think of my girl in so much fucking pain. “I want to fuckin’ see her.”
“You can’t right now, Shawn. You have to wait until she’s out of surgery and then they’re gonna bring her up and put her in this room with you. Doc is gonna make sure it happens. You’ll see her as soon as she’s out of recovery,” my dad says as a nurse rushes in the room.
I can feel the blood filling my mouth again and I know I’m about to be given pain medicine or a sedative. They warned me this would happen if I couldn’t keep my shit together. Sure enough, she gives me pain medicine after cleaning up my face from the blood that’s leaked out of the side of my mouth. My dad hands me a cup to spit the rest of the shit into. Again, it doesn’t take long for the pain meds to take effect and knock me out. Images of Lyric beaten and broken fill my mind as the blackness consumes me. My poor princess. I’m going to make sure they fucking pay for her pain if it’s the last thing I do.
I have no clue how long I’ve been out. When I wake up, my first thought is of Lyric and wondering if she’s out of surgery yet. My eyes dart around the room and I find a bed not far from mine. Lyric is laying there with the blankets pulled up to just under her chin. I take in the bruises covering her face and a few cuts covering her face and neck. There’s a large wrap on her arm. Literally, the tips of her fingers are showing and nothing else until just below her shoulder. My heart breaks and I want to get out of this fucking bed and go lay with my girl. I want to hold her in my arms and take all of her pain away. That’s not something I can do.
Looking around the room, my dad and mom are by my bed talking quietly. They both know I’m awake but are giving me time to process what I’m seeing. Hawkeye is standing by the window looking out at nothing in particular. He’s retreated into his own head based on the blank look on his face that I’m seeing from the side of him. Ricochet is sitting with Paige. Neither one of them are talking and he’s not holding her like I know he wants to do. They’re sitting on the couch and staring at Lyric. Well, Paige is staring at her sister. My brother is staring at her. He looks so fucking torn and upset. I completely get where he’s coming from. I’m laid up in a hospital bed when I want to be with Lyric and holding her in my arms.
Grabbing the notebook and pen, I write down something for my parents so I know what’s going on with her. I need to know what injuries she has and what her recovery is gonna look like moving forward.
What did Doc say? How bad is she? Don’t hold anything back and tell me the truth. I can handle it. I won’t talk this time and I’ll keep my heart rate as steady as possible.
