Chapter 7
Doc
I tap my finger on the dark oak table as brothers begin to fill the room, church about to begin to discuss the next run to meet up with the Cartel.
We’ve got two vans loads of goods and will meet with Axel and Snake.
Delivering the goods to them to distribute for the Cartel before we then take ammo over from Axel to Steal who then will distribute it to their affiliations, collecting payments.
I need to stay focused and concentrate.
This run is going to be one of the biggest ones we do, getting a shit ton of money for it. Bringing more for the club and the brothers' pockets, but I just… Fuck, I can’t concentrate, can barely fucking breathe with the weight my decisions pulling me down.
My jaw ticks as I glare at the Roaring Lion on the table, ignoring as the brothers flit into the room.
I rode for two weeks, trying to accept that I lost my girl for the club.
My dad who knew I wanted fuck all to do with him now, got Mama to call and explain it was time to come home.
That I needed to show the townsfolk my new relationship was real, that the engagement will be going ahead.
A wedding in six months after Cynthia danced around everyone, lying that we’d been in a secret relationship for a year.
When people noticed, I stopped fucking around.
When I met Brittany.
And I’m not stupid, I know it was probably my dad who told her to mention it’d been a year. Brothers had been questioning me left, right and fucking center wondering why I hadn’t fucked a clubwhore.
My jaw ticks. I didn’t want to come back, I didn’t want to end up bumping into Brittany, my tinkerbell.
Didn’t want the risk of begging her to go against her morals, against all that she stands for, and stay with me as my fucking mistress.
But I guess I didn’t have anything to worry about seems as I haven’t seen her.
Two months and not one eye on her, and it fucking hurts a lot.
I miss her.
Her smile, her eyes, her lips, her humor, her little giggles, her love for animals, the way she’d look at me like I was her world, her body.
I fucking miss her, and I’m beginning to resent my dad, my mama, the club, fucking everyone for expecting this of me, while I feel like I’m missing part of my soul.
I should have told her I loved her.
Fuck, I should have married her!
“What’s got you pissier than normal?” Ace asks as he takes a seat, and I look up to see him looking at an extremely pissed off Trigger and I sigh.
The fucker looks ready to blow and I don’t think I have it in me to deal with his shit today especially when he brought it on himself.
Don’t get me wrong, brothers have affairs, but normally, they are the ones who were trapped, he wasn’t trapped, the fucker actually loved his wife, or I thought he did.
“To be fair, Trigger, you’re giving Doc a run for his money with how angry you look right now,” Stone adds, and I give the fucker a middle finger, causing him to smirk.
No one knows about Brit, and Stone only knows that there was a tinkerbell, but I chose the club.
As far as all the brothers believe, I’m pissed because I’m marrying a spoiled bitch who has now decided to cling to me every chance she gets and basically try to move onto club property.
Actually demanding a fucking key to my house behind the clubhouse where several other brothers properties sit.
Doesn’t matter where I am, the club, the club's businesses, the hospital, she pops up like a gnat, trying her hardest to get me to fuck her. Trying to convince me to let her move in now.
Never going to happen, even when we are married.
“Ash is going on a date. Cole let it slip to Mama when she picked him up an hour ago,” he admits with fury and my eyes widen in shock because surely she wouldn’t…
“Wait, what, seriously?” Tank stutters, his words trailing off and Trigger confirms, “Seriously.”
Fuck.
Trigger sighs as he runs a hand through his hair and admits, “I want to mention couples therapy, but I just don’t know if she’ll accept it.”
“Do you really think that would be wise?” I ask carefully, and he looks my way, not with anger but with pain.
“Brother,” I say, “you had a yearlong affair right under her nose, fuck, you chose to be with Virginia instead of celebrating your anniversary, I don’t know if she’ll get over that even with couples therapy… ”
“I’m out of ideas, Doc,” he admits, “I went into the separation shit thinking that we can get everything on the table and maybe just co-parent that we can just exist for our kid. That I can move on and let her live her life knowing I hurt her, but fuck.”
“She’s going on a date,” Dirty finishes for him when he winces.
“She’s going on a fucking date and it has gutted me,” he states, “I’m the only person she had ever dated and now she’s adamant to move on and I know this is my fault, that I should have just spoken to her, I just…”
Trigger drops his head in his hands, and we all hear the words he can’t say. He wanted more pussy, he felt like he was missing out when he saw us brothers fucking around, having a good time because he is a prick. He didn’t appreciate what he had, just like I didn’t.
“Start church, Doc,” he whispers, and I look around the table to see the brothers looking at him with pity, something no brother wants.
“Call the therapist,” I state, shocking everyone, and Trigger frowns my way, but I shrug and say, “It can’t hurt. You can express how selfish you were and that you didn’t appreciate what you had at home, and she can finally explain why she stopped sleeping with you. Call them brother.”
He nods slowly, then asks, “And what if she’s not willing to fight for our marriage, the hurt too much for her?”
I shrug and remind him, “You are Tyler Cole Davis, the Sargent of the Rebels MC, you fucking fight for her anyway you can. If you can’t see a future without her, without your family and if you have to, tie her to your fucking bed until she sees how much you love her.
Be the boy from high school, the one who showed everyone she was yours, not the man who wanted more and regretted it. ”
He nods, and I swear to fuck, I see a spark in his eyes, and I smile slightly before looking around the room again to see everyone here, and I bang the gavel and say, “Alright fuckers, church in –”
My words are cut off as the door to church is flung open and we all look to see a frazzled-looking Shadow who has barely been at the club the past month and a half, holding Brittany’s cat in his arms confusing me with bags underneath his eyes, while a woman with blonde hair and frightened light brown eyes pleads with him, “Don’t do this, Bobby, you promised to keep the club out of it… ”
“Mama enough,” an angry Thunder snaps as he walks into church, and I look behind them and state, “Joe shut the fucking door,” knowing Shadow and Thunder wouldn’t be here unless it was important, especially when we’re beginning church.
Joe nods and goes to shut the door, but my dad pushes through, looking at his dear friend with concern, and my stomach churns as Brit comes to mind. Something not sitting right in my gut, and when I lock eyes with Thunder, I see his fear, and I know.
Something has happened to Brittany.
I try to keep my face stoic despite my fear and nod to Joe, and he shuts the door as the woman begins to sob, causing Shadow to flinch.
“Shadow, what’s happened?” Stone asks, and I hold my breath, fucking begging and pleading with everything in me that it isn’t Brittany.
“We need to leave, now,” the woman, I’m guessing is Kathleen, cries, “I don’t want the club involved, you need to respect that, me, please Bobby…”
“Our daughter is missing!” Shadow snaps, and I stand without a thought, knocking my chair over in shock as my body locks up. Stone follows me, looking at me with worry with my action as we lock eyes.
My breathing picks up, fear filling me and his eyes widen as it hits him – Tinkerbell.
I give a slight nod confirming what he’s most likely thinking and he quickly takes over and demands, “Explain!” loudly, and Kathleen jumps in fear while Thunder steps forward ignoring her reaction.
She may not want the club involved but it is happening anyhow.
“Two months ago, I went to my sister's work because we hadn’t heard from her in a few days, which isn’t normal, and her boss, Pauline, explained she gave her a week off for personal reasons, but wouldn’t explain why.
I went to her house. Her car was there, all her stuff unmoved, but she was nowhere to be seen, and her cat barely had any food left in her bowl,” Thunder explains with pain and I swear it becomes difficult to breathe.
“I’ve tried all my resources, Doc, your dads been helping, the cops, Judge Jones, but I fuck, I need the club’s help,” Shadow admits with a croak as Angel jumps from his arms meowing and everyone watches as she comes straight over to me, weaving between my feet and my hands shake as I bend and gently pick her up before she nuzzles into my neck.
I’m shutting down, I can feel it.
I hear Stone suck in a breath, but I don’t look at him as I pay attention to Angel, and I hold her to my chest with complete fear as my dad says, “Son, I know you don’t want to speak to me right now, but please, use club resources to find her, help us, please.”
I don’t look at my dad, keeping my eyes on Angel, and I rasp, “Church dismissed until tomorrow, eight in the morning, to discuss the next run and the businesses, Dirty.” I look at the brother whose sole focus is on me, I demand, “Get to work.”
He nods and mutters, “On it, pres,” and stands, walking to the door.
My dad whispers, “Thank you, son,” but I ignore him.
I hear Kathleen sob, but without a word to anyone, without looking at anyone, I go to the door to my right and walk through it with Angel in my arms. I slam it behind me, locking it not giving a shit if people become suspicious.
I walk over to my seat, my legs wobbly and weak, and I slowly sit down, clutching Angel as pure fear hits me before Stone walks in the other door, shutting it behind him, then leans against it.
“Tinkerbell?” he questions as he crosses his arms over his chest, and I choke, “I chose the club over her,” before I press my nose into Angel's fur, and Stone curses while my whole world crumbles around me, absolute gut-wrenching pain filling me, mixing with fear.
This is all my fucking fault, I never should have…
For weeks, I’ve been allowing Cynthia to waltz around, clinging to my arm while Brit is…
Fuck.