Chapter Ten #2
Instead of being the assistance we sorely needed in this moment, we were fighting them, as well as everyone else.
I was terrified, because there was no way we were getting out of this unscathed.
Someone was going to end up injured or killed, and we were all going to lose a loved one on this night.
How the fuck was I supposed to bring order to this fucking situation?
Micro freed himself from the scuffle, cursing as he wiped blood from his eyes.
“This is insanity. How the fuck do we get through to them? I need to find Sophie. Anything could be happening to her here.”
I cursed, shoving Diablo aside, and standing up, as I fucking fought to look like a figure of authority, rather than a fucking mess.
My shoulder was screaming at me, because it wasn’t getting any pain relief, or rest, and it desperately needed both.
And where the fuck was my heavily pregnant wife?
She needed me, and where was I? Scrapping with men I called brothers.
“ENOUGH!” I yelled, my voice filled with every ounce of my anger and frustration. Everyone in my immediate vicinity paused, and eyes landed on me. Well, fuck.
“We need help here. Women are at risk. Do you get that? Aren’t we supposed to save the women and children first?
Find the old ladies, and protect them! THAT’S A FUCKING ORDER!
” The mercs actually listened, glancing at each other as they straightened up, releasing Torch, who’d been fighting with two of them.
“Women and children, Sir! Move out,” Alpha yelled, gesturing to the others, as they moved in formation away from us, just as Tori and Ryder found us.
“Tell me you’re not away with the fucking fairies too,” I begged, wrapping my fingers around my throbbing shoulder, as I took a moment to breathe.
“That worked? Jesus fuck, VP, I’m impressed. Where’d they get those fucking guns though? They brought those to a party?”
I shrugged. “With those guys, who the fuck knows. You’re both okay?” Tori grabbed my arm, and I winced, biting back a scream of agony. She saw my reaction and released it, but her urgency remained.
“Cammy’s in labour, Stitch. She needs you!” What? What the fuck? Not here. Not now, please god, not now.
“Where?!” I barked at her, and she pointed behind her at the building which housed Micro’s and Grease’s offices, and the lounge.
“In there with Lissa and Sophie.”
“Sophie? Is she okay?” Micro grabbed Tori’s arm, and immediately fell back, as Ryder punched him for touching her. Instead of retaliating, like he might have done in the old days, he just raised his hands in apology.
“Fuck! Sorry. I need to protect my woman, that’s all.
I didn’t mean to touch you, Tori. Jesus.
We need to get over there, man,” Micro was yelling at me, but my brain seemed to have shut down on me.
My wife, my old lady, was having our fucking baby.
Right now. Here in this hell hole. How the fuck was I supposed to keep them both alive, when we were in the equivalent of a fucking war zone right now?
Someone slapped my cheeks firmly, and I shook my head, shoving him away. Ryder shrugged.
“Sorry, VP, but you don’t have time to take a little fucking trip in your head. Your old lady needs you.”
I fought to take a breath, and another, because fuck everything else. My family needed me.
I turned to point at Micro. “You’re with me. Ryder, Torch, get the fuck off the grounds, and find a signal. We need an ambulance, preferably without the fucking cops. And reach Rossi. We need backup, until everyone sobers up. Probably doctors too.”
Ryder and Torch turned to leave, and I noticed that Ryder was limping.
“He’s hurt?”
Tori nodded grimly. “Shot in the leg. I’m going with them. Go find Cammy and Sophie.”
Yeah, like we weren’t doing that right this minute. We turned and ran for the building in question, slamming our way through the door to a scene we’d never fucking expected.
I could hear Camille screaming out at someone, or something, and I ran for Grease’s office, with Micro hauling ass beside me, but the screaming wasn’t just because of labour, which was already bad enough.
There was a guy dressed like a fucking commando, with a gun aimed at Sophie, and an arm around her throat, holding her against him.
“Nice of you fuckers to show up. Your women were all vulnerable, and alone, and… uh… that one seems to have pissed herself…”
“My water broke, you stupid son of an asshole!” Camille screamed at him, clutching her stomach, and I darted in her direction, but Micro stopped me.
“Don’t sacrifice my fucking woman to save yours, man. We need to listen to this cunt.”
Sophie was crying, and shaking her head. “Don’t hurt my baby,” she kept whispering, over and over, both hands curled around her stomach to protect her unborn kid. Jesus fuck. I thought it couldn’t get any worse, didn’t I? I had no idea how bad things would get, and this was nowhere near over.
“Let the woman go, and we’ll let you live,” I said, my voice rough and ragged, as pain and fear shot through me.
I could handle my pain, but I couldn’t fucking handle Camille’s.
She was gripping her stomach, with tears running down her cheeks, but her eyes were on me, just like mine were on hers.
“I’m here, baby, you’re both going to be fine,” I said softly, and the guy holding Sophie laughed cruelly.
“Uh, don’t go making promises you can’t keep, asshole. We’re the ones in control here.”
We. He said we. That meant we could have more of these assholes prowling here, hurting or killing our brothers. Micro cursed at him, and shoved in front of me.
“Roadkill, I recognise your fucking voice, you dumb fuck. You think you’re surviving this?
I’m gonna rip your fucking intestines out, and throttle you with them.
” Roadkill. This was one of the ejected members of the old damn club, and that mean there could be others teamed up with him, avenging their fallen brothers.
“That’s creative, man, I didn’t know you were so poetic,” I forced the banter through my lips, but I was still watching my pregnant fucking woman, her pain and terror eating at me, far more savagely than the disease I’d been convinced I’d had so long ago.
This was a million times worse than anything that could have happened to me, because my everything was right there a few feet away, and trying to get to them would get one of us killed.