Chapter Six
Sophie wasn’t moving. She was just lying there, so still and silent, and she wouldn’t wake up, no matter how much I begged her.
I was on my hands and knees, stroking her cool cheek and sobbing, because how could I suddenly lose the only fucking woman who’d ever loved me?
And if she was gone, then so would our baby be.
My heart was shattering in my chest, and I couldn’t even work out how it had happened.
Did I do this? Did my inner evil fucking take over, and destroy the only thing in the world that I couldn’t live without?
“Man up, boy, you make me sick!” My father’s voice carved its way into my soul, making me shudder with revulsion, and I looked up from my prone position to see him looming over both of us. My instant impulse was to get him the hell away from my woman. My wife. The mother of my… my baby…
“Did you do this?” I screamed at him, rising up on my knees as my fists clutched at my hair.
“See you got your pussy lady hairstyle back, boy, you were always a disgrace. I see nothing changes with you.”
“Micro? Something’s wrong, everyone’s… Micro, for fuck’s sake!
” I heard a familiar voice trying to permeate the fog in my mind, but I couldn’t even put a face to it, because as my dad’s eyes glowed red, and he roared out his fury and disgust at me, I fell back onto my ass and cowered from him.
I was nothing but that terrified child, being raised by a monster. I’d never even been anything else.
“Micro! Fucking hell, will you look at me?” Something hit my face, and the cloud shifted a little.
“Huh?”
“Will you fucking focus on me, dipshit? Something’s gone wrong, and everyone’s tripping or something. I broke up two fucking fights on my way to find you.”
The voice was still familiar, but when I tried to focus on the face, it was my father I saw, and I recoiled, shoving him back as I cursed at him.
“Oh charming. I’m the one who should be cursing you, fuckhead. Get up. I need help corralling this lot.”
“Huh?” I looked around me, but all I could see was darkness, and my father, smirking at me with such arrogance and hatred, and behind him… oh god, behind him… now Sophie was covered in blood, and torn up, like she’d been slashed with blades, and how the fuck did that happen?!
“Sophie!” I screamed, shoving past my father to try and get to her, even though she was clearly dead. Dead and gone. She was gone. I sobbed for my lost love as I tried to hold her, but she was like a ghost, and my arms kept going through her.
Torch
This shit couldn’t get any worse. First off, Grace was off her fucking face on something, and kept trying to strip off, which wasn’t fucking happening, so I’d finally done the only thing I could think of.
I’d taken her to the van, and locked her in.
I mean, it was unlocked, but I knew where the keys were, as in we always kept them in the glove box.
The tools were gone, which seemed a bit of a fucking problem, because nobody was in their right mind right now, but one problem at a time.
I sat Grace in the back of the van, and wrapped a blanket around her.
“Doc.”
“M… Mr North, do awful things to me, right now!” Fuck. I wanted that so much, but she wasn’t in her right mind.
“I… I will. I’ll be right back. I’mma just go get some uh… lube… so I can fuck that tight little ass. You know you love that.”
For once, instead of pretending she really didn’t like it, she’d gasped and begged me to hurry back, so once she was safely squirrelled away, I looked for the Pres, who was nowhere to be seen, even though his old lady was dozing off by the fire.
I’d taken one look at her, and the scrapping going on around her, and picked her up, taking her with me to the one and only prospect I could see, who wasn’t fucked up like the others.
He was standing by the storeroom, and cursed when he saw me approaching.
“Can’t let anyone in there, or him out, man, I’m sorry.”
“What? Who?”
“Reacher. He’s… Ice said he has to stay in there. He’s trying to fuck everyone. He thinks they’re all his old lady, or something.”
Shit. Was it safe to leave her with him, or would he end up hurting her?
“ALLY!” Reacher was banging on the door, maybe attracted by the voices outside.
“Fuck it. This is Ally, his old lady. Let’s get her in there with him, and hope to fuck that he’s with it enough to fucking look after her.
” I prayed it wasn’t the wrong move, but when we opened that door, and Reacher set his eyes on his old lady, he grabbed her from my arms, and staggered back, dropping down onto his ass by the shelving.
“I’ve got you, woman, you’re okay.”
“Reacher? I’m so horny,” she whimpered at him, and I took one last look at the way they were eyefucking each other, and got the hell out of dodge.
“I think they’ll keep each other busy, prospect. Don’t let anyone in there with them.”
Finally, I went looking for Stitch, and instead found Micro scrambling around in the dark, crying over something I couldn’t see, while intermittently yelling at someone I figured was his father, from the things he was saying.
The poor bastard was caught up in some kind of hell, and although a part of me was tempted to leave him to suffer it, I just couldn’t fucking do it.
I smacked him around the head, and he seemed to gain a little clarity, for at least a moment, but just as he focused on me, and murmured my name, I heard something chilling.
“I can fly!” We both turned around in horror, to see Stitch up on top of the building, and also teetering on the raised edge of the roof, with his arms outstretched.
“FUCK!” We both ran for him, just as he leapt from the building, and plummeted towards the ground with a triumphant yell.
Ice
On the way to the bunkhouse, where we planned to find Grease’s safe, and hopefully bring it back to him, because the stubborn fucker wouldn’t tell us the combination, we passed all kinds of crazy shit.
Rocket was tattooing god only knew what onto Has’s upper arm, but whatever it was had Elise giggling like a loon, and encouraging him to go bigger.
Stag was tagging along with us, since he wasn’t hallucinating, as such, just fucking pissed about beer wastage.
Ry was stinking up a storm, absolutely drenched in beer and cursing my name, and every other fucker’s name as we ran.
We hadn’t seen Stitch, and there were no old ladies around, except for Elise, so I hoped like fuck that they were safe.
We passed the building we’d left our ladies in, and hopefully they were safe in there with Grease, because we couldn’t delay.
The sooner we got that satphone, the faster we could put a call out for help.
I still wasn’t clear on the best people to call in, because some of these guys would need medical attention, but calling the cops to a fucking biker club was never an option, so it kinda ruled out calling for medical help too.
Don Rossi was our only fucking option, and I hated that we’d be calling in another favour from that pretentious asshole.
“We should check on the women,” Ryder insisted, and hell, I wanted to, I really fucking wanted to, but we needed that satphone. I groaned, torn between two fucking needs, and finally nodded.
“You go check on them, but I’m going for the satphone. I’ll meet you back there.”
Ryder grabbed my shoulder. “Listen, man, right now, every brother is a potential fucking enemy, okay? Be safe.”
I groaned, waving him off. “Like I don’t fucking know that. Keep your wits about you.”
“Where are we going? Beer?” I grabbed Stag’s arm, and made him run with me to the bunkhouse, while Ry returned to protect our women. With any luck, Grease was out of his office at last, and already working on solutions.
Ironically, the phone lines being cut would have sent an alert… but it would have been sent to me, at the Phoenix clubhouse, so surprise surprise, it was fucking useless to us right now. My phone couldn’t even ping with an alert, as there was no fucking signal coming in.
Stag suddenly pulled away from me, halting in place, and nearly dragging me over with him.
“What the fuck!”
He grinned suddenly. “Rossi sent beer. You want one?”
“Do I want… Are you out of your fucking mind? Everyone’s tripping, and losing their shit, and probably injuring each other, and you want a fucking beer?”
He laughed, turning and running from me, as he yelled, “Fuck yeah, I want a beer!” I would have tried to stop him, but he was practically fucking useless, and as he tripped over another one of his club members, and immediately got into a brawl with him and two others, I figured I’d just move on.
Fuck me, thank god I had my wits about me, because most of these fuckers were worse than useless right now.
“Hey, man, wanna go for a ride?” I frowned at Harley, as he rocked up beside me, pulling his arms back like he was… fuck me… like he was tugging a horse’s reins.
“Nice horse, man,” I said with a groan, as he patted mid air proudly.
“Isn’t she? She’s called Harley.”
I started to laugh, despite everything.
“Dude, that’s your name.”
He grinned back at me, completely bemused by that fact, like it was weird that I was finding it weird.
“Of course it is.”
Jesus. I couldn’t let myself get sidetracked like this, people were depending on me, and probably needed medical attention. I have to say though, it was weird being practically the only one sober among the club, rather than the other way around.
“Look, man, the race is about to start,” I pointed, trying to send him away, so I could carry on.
He shot me a look of pure offended disbelief.
“She’s not a racehorse, motherfucker!”
And I’m done trying to play along. It was no longer funny, and I didn’t have the time for this shit.
“Get the fuck out of here, dipshit. Go ride yourself.”