Chapter 8 #2
Opening the office, I’m hit with the Post Malone even louder singing about being stuck in the friend zone, the bass from it vibrating the walls as I stride down the corridor towards my room hoping to find her spread eagled on my bed.
But opening my door I’m met with more silence in the inkiness of the room, with only the sliver of the light from the hallway.
Walking back through the main room seeing that Lola isn’t here yet I swear I heard two bikes and also Killian isn’t around weird, he would normally demolish his food out here rather than eat in his room.
I go down the back corridor that’s dimly lit as I head towards his room, going past the kitchen the lights still left on as per usual just in case anyone wants or needs anything from it during the night.
I think mainly because of Grinder wanting it during the night for his munchies after a sesh.
Shaking my head, I go up to Killian’s room and see it’s closed must be him in the kitchen.
Then, I pull out my phone to give Lola a call seeing where she’s at because the way we left things she was eager as I was.
I’ve never wanted more from anyone; I’ve never needed it but knowing how she seems into it, and I never expected her or anyone to find it a fucking turn on.
Hitting dial on her name, with the hum of the air con in the background I almost mishear the scraping of a chair in the kitchen.
With my phone glued to my ear I round the corridor and lean over the back of the bar and switching the music down and then I hear the dull hum of a vibration again in time with the dialing tone that’s ringing in my ear.
“Yo! Lola you in there?” I bellow out and through the eerily quietness of the club I hear a noise, “Princess?” I shout again and there’s definitely a noise which sounds like a faint whimper?
Closing the space with a few strides to the kitchen door, I push it open to a sight of a woman lying face down on the table, skirt pushed up over bare ass, arms bent back at an awkward angle from him holding them together in his tight grip, my cousins dick out and forcing her thighs open with his own.
Then smugness on his face as he gets caught red-handed, the sneer across his face, eyes pin pricked with her chin lifted up.
My eyes briefly pull away from him and cast my eyes across Lola’s beautiful face that has a red welt blooming on her cheeks with an eye that’s already swelling, but the dead plea in her now soulless eyes.
That’s all it takes for me. I grab my gun and without a second thought raise the cool metal and shoot point blank my president, my cousin right between his forehead staring me dead in the eye.
I don’t hear the gun go off, all I hear is ringing in my ears not before I utter the words growling out through my teeth,
“I should have put you down years ago!” and a perfect dime sized hole appears in his head with a scarlet trickle of blood, and within seconds with the still dead look in his face he drops to knees and collapses into a crumpling on the floor.
The muffled cries from Lola make me whip my head around seeking her out just in time as I see tears run across her face with the fluorescent lighting from above her shining off it.
If it was just me dealing with the outcome of my actions, I could deal with that bull shit but because it’s Lola that’s mixed up in it.
I take a step closer and give him a swift kick in the ribs and then stomping on him again and again and hearing his ribs crunch underneath my boots gives me some satisfaction.
Bending down to move Grinders legs out the ways so I can get to her, seeing her bare ass and the scratches on her inner thighs setting off the rage just simmering under the surface her thong in shreds hanging off her foot just like the tiny pieces.
Trying to taper my own rage down so I can get out of here and not have to see his body, with a soft voice.
“Lola I’m gonna move your skirt back and get you out of here, okay?
” I wait for a few seconds, she clenches her eyes shut and gives me a curt nod quickly and gently as I can flip her skirt over her butt which in turns makes her flinch, her eyes are clenched so tightly.
I softly whisper “I’m gonna pick you up now Princess, that okay?
” I see her barely register the words when I see her pry her eyes open and a flicker of her eyes they pool with tears and with a wobbly nod as a reply I take that as yes, “Know I got you babe” Seeing her beautiful face will haunt me for years, but seeing her eyes fixate on me but also like she’s looking right through me.
Swooping in, I’m careful and I make quick work hook one arm under her legs and the other wrapped under and around her waist, trying to be careful as I don’t know what else he did to her at least for now I know she’s safe.
Hoisting her up against my chest and I slowly step out of the room and speed walk through the main room heading straight to my own.
I kick the door open trying to not let it bang open failing miserably at it as it bounces back against the wall making Lola jump in my arms and begin shivering, shit she’s going into shock I need to sort Grinders body out, but right now knowing Lola is safe and is my main priority.
“Right Lol’ I’m going to place you on my bed you good with that darlin’?
” I ask, scanning her face that’s still tucked underneath my chin.
She’s staring into space looking completely blank and barely blinking.
Fuck ! “Princess, I need you to tell me you’re okay with being in here?
I’ll leave the light on and the door a jar so if you need me, you can call me.
” Placing her slowly down on my bed, she remains upright but as I move my arm away, she clings onto it, her nails digging into the flesh of my arm and her eyes fixed onto mine and the emptiness and rawness I see guts me all over again it’s just like all traces of Lola have gone and evaporated.
She’s starting to shake again and tries to speak but instead clamps down her hand across her mouth and just screams whilst her breathing to start becomes erratic.
I wrap her up in a tight hug rubbing my hand up and down her back trying to soothe her.
“Take deep breaths in babe and slowly let it out. You’re okay here and safe while I go sort out…
the kitchen?” She complies listening to me and shakily takes a big breath in and shakily exhales I try to keep myself in check by grinding my teeth whilst the pounding in my ears is back with vengeance.
Watching her whole face for any sign she isn’t okay with me leaving her briefly, but after a few seconds she shakes her head.
“Okay, I’ll be back as soon as I can, just shout me.
” I inform her scanning my room, finding what I need I grab my t-shirt from over my chair I carefully move her hair out of the way, and I notice the fingerprint bruises marks across the back of her neck I clench down harder trying not to break my jaw.
I slide it over her body carefully trying not to touch her too much in case it freaks her out, but she complies and barely flinches.
Stepping back, I check her over again and leave my room at a jar, I stride straight to the kitchen checking that Grinder hasn’t moved which thank fuck he hasn’t, but the pool of crimson has grown like a bloody crown.
I need to get this shit sorted and at the moment I know Grinder has support in the club, but I can’t trust my brothers with this, well at least not yet and it needs to be external to the club.
So, I pick up my phone and do the thing I haven’t done in a while and ring my little brother Bear.
Remembering he was dropping in to see Pop today, but he’s probably gone home already but I risk it anyway.
Hearing the dialing tone as I stand in the kitchen’s door frame, hurry up answer .
“Brother?” Bear finally answers, thank fuck!
“Bear, are you at Pops or back in TN?” I enquire urgently
“Yeah, we’re still at Strikers with Jenna, it started getting late so we’re staying over.
What’s up? Don’t give me some bull, I can hear something’s wrong.
” Bear gets straight to the point just like me and Pops, even if he’s still struggling with calling Striker Dad or Pops, I let it slide for now he’s, my brother.
“Yeah, I need you down at the club, bring Pops. Now!” Trying to keep my temper in hand and keep calm, Loal needs me calm I can deal with the anger after.
“You got it, what’s gone down? Do I need to let Axe know?” he enquires as I hear him shuffling around.
“Grinders dead. I need your help with cleaning up, now! Before the rest of the club gets back.” A brief of silence over the phone which sounds like minutes, then he informs me
“Right on it.” And with that he clicks off, luckily for me Pop’s house is literally a five-minute ride over.
I gotta try and work it all out because after him trying to rape Lola there was no way in hell that was it, he had run out of fucking lives he’d had plenty of chances.
No, I need to cover this shit up and fast and not just because the roar of an engine is heading this way.
I know full well what happened here tonight mine and Lola’s lives are forever entwined…
To be continued…