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“You know more than you think you do,” the man finally says, pushing the woman out of the way and getting in my face. “I want to know what makes them weak. That club is full of pussies and there’s gotta be a way to overtake them. You’re gonna tell me what the fuck it is. Right. Fuckin’. Now!” he yells, his voice echoes off the walls as spittle covers my face. It’s fucking disgusting.
I keep my mouth shut. I’m not telling this asshole a damn thing. Even if I knew what to say, I wouldn’t answer him. There’s no reason for me to tell him anything when these fuckers are going to be dead before too long. The man goes to backhand me when he’s shoved to the side. A cohesive unit isn’t what these two are. They each have an agenda and are working for their own shit. I’m sure she wants the drugs while he wants Cedar Bay. It’s the only thing that makes sense.
“Not gonna talk? You think you’re better than us?” the woman growls out, her voice a squeak once again.
“I know I’m fucking better than you are. I’m not a skank who’d fuck the enemy for drugs. I sure as fuck won’t sell my own flesh and blood to cover my fucking debts either. And, I know I’m better than you because I’d never fake my own death to get away from a family I no longer wanted to be a part of. Those girls fucking mourned for you every day. They wondered what their life would be like if you hadn’t died. Wondered if their dad would still be alive if you were because he wasn’t drowning in his own grief. They’re both building amazing lives and you can’t fucking stand the fact that they’re better than you are,” I tell her, knowing I’m provoking the bitch in front of me.
“That’s not fucking true!” she screams, her voice hurting my ears. “Those girls are nothing but fucking sluts having sex with every biker in that club.”
“That’s where you’re wrong. Lucifer here might do that shit, but the Wild Kings sure as fuck don’t. When they claim an ol’ lady, that’s their woman. They’d burn the fucking world down to protect them. No other man ever lays eyes on that woman. She’s treated like a fucking queen and treasured beyond belief. I’m a new ol’ lady and I already know my man is looking for me now. When he gets here, he’s gonna fucking bury you. You’re gonna be nothing but a pile of ash. Even if they don’t hurt women, they’ll make sure you get taken care of. They have enough respect in the world that others are more than willing to help them. Can you say the same about the man you’ve tied yourself to?” I say, laying out more truth for the bitch in front of me.
She takes a few seconds to pause and stare at me. Despite the fucking words having to penetrate such a thick fog from withdrawals, it still manages to get through. The bitch turns her attention really quick to Lucifer where he stands behind her. He’s got a smirk on his face because he knows I’m not lying. This shit is about to blow up in his face and he doesn’t have the slightest clue about it. Instead of beating me, the woman lashes out at him. She attacks him with her nails, slaps, and everything she has. Her hits are weak and barely do any damage to him. On me, I’m sure I’d feel it a little bit, but she doesn’t have the strength behind her that she would if she were sober.
Lucifer drags the bitch from the room and they leave the door wide fucking open. I keep my eyes glued to it as I try so hard to get the chains to break free. I look on the ground around me to see if there’s anything I can get my hands on to unlock the cuffs. There’s not a damn thing around to help me. My wrists are damaged as I try to fucking pull them free. I’ll do anything I can to get free.
I have no clue how much time has passed since those fuckers left the room. Yelling, fighting, and the sounds of shit being damaged fills the hall as Lucifer continues to rage. Screams from the bitch echo off the walls and my head pulses with each scream I hear. It’s only making the pain intensify and I know I need to see a doctor or something.
Suddenly, there’s nothing but silence. I have no clue what the fuck is happening, and I don’t want to know. The last thing I heard was a grunt from Lucifer. Maybe the bitch found some strength and knocked his ass out or killed him. I’d be happy if she killed him, but I know I’m not about to get that lucky. With a cry of pain, I give up on trying to get my hands free. I’m doing nothing but ruin them. I’m about to relax back against the wall when the bitch comes in once more.
“Now, you’re gonna tell me what the fuck we need to do to get rid of the Wild Kings. He thinks they’re pussies, but I know they’re not. If there’s a way to get them to move the fuck on, we need to know. There’s plans in place and my girls are front and center of those plans. He’s already sold them and the buyer is expecting them. He’s paid a lot of money for my girls,” the bitch says as if that’s going to make me work with her.
“You know the baby I’m currently carrying is your daughter’s baby. She can’t have children of her own because of the shit you put in motion so long ago. Now, you think I’m gonna fucking help you to get her in your hands? I don’t fucking think so. I’ll go out of my way to protect those girls. Lyric’s a new mom and Paige is about to be a mom. They’re happy and that’s what you can’t stand. You’re even more miserable now than when you were with them. That’s why you inject yourself with as many drugs as you can get your greedy fucking hands on. It’s why you want to work with such a fucking douche canoe. That’s why you let him beat the fuck outta you and treat you like a piece of shit,” I say, knowing deep in my heart, I’ll die here today before I give this skank what she wants.
The last thing I want to do is die. I want to live my life, have this baby for Paige and Ricochet, and watch him or her grow into an amazing person because those two are gonna make the best fucking parents. However, if it comes down to giving up my life in order to save them, that’s what I’m gonna fucking do. No one will ever take that shit away from me either. This is my decision to make and I’ll do what I gotta do.
“Why can’t Paige have kids of her own. There was nothing ever wrong with her when she was little?” the woman questions me, her voice laced with concern I believe is genuine in this brief moment of time.
“She was in a car accident with her dad driving. He was drunk as usual because he was buried in grief and the thought of you not being in their lives any longer. She had the worst injuries out of the girls, but Lyric was also hurt. You almost made Lyric lose her babies when you took them the last time. She was beat so bad, they weren’t sure if she’d carry the babies to term. That’s on your ass. You’re no mother to them. You’ve done nothing but bring chaos and pain to their lives from the second you made that call to Lyric,” I tell her, giving her more truth than she can handle because she flips her shit.
The bitch starts lashing out at me. Like I thought, there’s really no power behind her hits. What hurts me are her nails as they scratch across my skin and leave open wounds in their wake. It stings more than hurts. I just hope she doesn’t have anything on her fucking hands or nails that can hurt the baby I’m carrying. This shit will not affect him or her as long as I can protect the baby. I let her get her hits in while protecting myself the best I can. It doesn’t take her long at all to wear herself out. She’s a panting mess by the time she’s done as she slumps on the floor in a mess.
Her entire body trembles as she curls up in herself. I take in the scene and know the withdrawals are hitting her hard right now. She’s exhausted too much energy and there’s nothing left in her tanks. Not until she gets her next hit of drugs. Not knowing what the fuck has been done to Lucifer, I really have no clue how long I’m gonna be here alone. I still don’t hear any noise from the other room or wherever they were fighting and arguing. However, the skank is close enough I can search her to see if she’s got a key for the cuffs on her. I’m not sure if Lucifer would trust her to keep the key, but I’m hoping she does.
Slowly, I make my way over to the woman as her eyes remain open. She’s looking at absolutely nothing while rocking back and forth. Carefully, I feel around in her dirty clothes until I find the keys in her pocket. She doesn’t even feel me take them from her as I unlock the cuffs and release myself. I take a few minutes to let the blood flow back into my limbs so I’m not doing more damage that’s unnecessary.
When I feel it’s safe, I stand from the floor I’ve been sitting on for who knows how long. My legs, thankfully, don’t threaten to give out or anything as I take my first few steps away from the wall where the chains lay against the floor. She still doesn’t move an inch or look in my direction. I quickly make my way out of the room I’ve been held in and head down the hallway in the direction of where Lucifer dragged this woman earlier. When I come to a large, open space I find Lucifer laying on the ground with some blood pooled under his head. I’m not about to stop and see if he’s still alive though. The man can fucking rot where he lays for all I care.
Just before I make it to the door, it slams open and my body can’t remain upright any longer. Hawkeye stands in the doorway with the sunlight coming in behind him making him look like some kind of avenging angel as his face is locked into a sneer. Before he can make it to me, I start to collapse to the floor. He rushes to my side and takes me in his arms before I can hit the floor. My eyes slide closed as he yells out my name. I can’t stay awake knowing I’m safe in the arms of the man I love. A man who I knew would come for me.
Chapter Thirty-Seven
Hawkeye
RIDING UP TO the house with my brothers, I see we’re the first ones there. I really didn’t expect any less if I’m being honest. We pull over hidden by some trees on the side of the road and wait for the rest of the guys to show up. I hope they all show up because I don’t want Lucifer to get away again. The stupid fuck is about to find out exactly who the fuck we are and why he was never gonna overtake us. Cedar Bay is our home and this bitch will learn what the fuck it means when you fuck with something that’s ours. Tara is mine and I will make sure Lucifer suffers greatly for fucking taking her from me. All to get information about our club. Stupid fuck! You don’t ever go after women and kids. It’s just not done.
“You ready for this, Hawkeye? You got your head in the game?” Kevlar asks me, leaning on his bike as we wait.
“Been fuckin’ ready for this shit. The only reason I’m even waitin’ right now is because I don’t want Lucifer to get the fuck away again. I’ve had more than enough of dealin’ with his shit and I want him under our control. I want to fuckin’ beat him daily and make sure he knows he fucked up. I want him to feel all the pain he’s put our girls through and know he fuckin’ lost. He was always gonna fuckin’ lose against us,” I growl out, listening for any sound of approaching bikes heading our way.
“How’s Tara doin’? I haven’t really seen her lately. I know Paige has spent time with her, but I’ve been busy with this shit. Everythin’ goin’ okay with the pregnancy?” Ricochet asks me, taking his helmet off and pulling his mask down a little bit.
“Mornin’ sickness is kickin’ her ass. I’m constantly out buyin’ her saltines and ginger ale. It doesn’t always help, but she’s eatin’ crackers like it’s her last meal and constantly drinkin’ the ginger ale. Bein’ at the shop isn’t helpin’ her right now. The smell of the coffee turns her stomach. She can’t get away from it because it fills the fuckin’ shop. That’s all you can smell no matter where you go in there. So, she’s workin’ through it the best she can while doin’ her job. I know she’s got a few large orders comin’ up and she’ll be puttin’ in more hours there too. Sweets is workin’ like a fuckin’ crazy woman,” I answer him, knowing that as soon as this shit is over with my brother will be spending more time with Tara.
Ricochet isn’t going to let her go through this pregnancy without being at her side. She’s doing this for them when she could’ve easily kept her mouth shut and let them find someone else to carry a baby for them. Instead, she stepped up and made sure she’s there for them. So, he’s going to make sure he’s got her back and does everything he can to be there for her. My brother nods his head at me as he thinks about what I said.
“Does she need to slow down from workin’ so much? Is that somethin’ we need to talk to her about?” he questions me, concern filling his voice.
“No. I’ve talked to Doc about it and she’s perfectly safe workin’ as much as she is right now. Tara knows when to call or take a break. She doesn’t push herself to the point she’s exhausted beyond belief. And she’s sleepin’ more at night. Goes to bed just after dinner and then gets up early to head in to the shop. I make sure she eats a good breakfast. I usually grab somethin’ from the diner and take it over to her. On top of the ginger ale, she’s been drinkin’ a lot of milk and apple juice. Orange juice doesn’t agree with her. it makes her have ridiculous heartburn,” I tell him, my voice filled with laughter as I remember the one time she tried orange juice a few weeks ago.
