Chapter Eleven
Iwoke up on my bedroom floor, which was weird as hell, because I usually chose to sleep on the fucking bed. Even weirder was the man laying beside me, cursing at me, because apparently I took too fucking long to wake up.
“Grease, I swear to god, open your fucking eyes, you asshole. I’m in agony here.”
I rolled over to face Ice, which was oddly intimate, but I could see the pain in his eyes, amid the blood pouring down his fucking face.
“Fancy seeing you here, man. Did we fuck?” I was being a dick, but I was also giving myself a moment, to see if I’d vomit if I sat up.
My head was still throbbing heavily, and I knew I was concussed, but what’s a fucker to do in the midst of chaos, right?
I remembered what had happened, but not why we were here in my room.
“Grease, man… help me. I need these fucking cuffs off,” Ice moaned, and I risked sitting up, groaning as my head pulsed, and the room swayed from side to side.
“Gimme me a second. I’ll move when the room stops spinning.”
“At least you got out of there. Last I heard, you were trapped in your office.”
“Yeah, well, you were taking a nice little nap, while we were waiting for you to come back and save the day, so I had to do something.”
“Prick.”
I dragged myself up to sit on the bed, and cast my eyes around. There was noise outside, and a definite fucking gunshot, and if that was my gun, I’d shove it up the ass of the fucker who took it, and blow his guts out through his mouth.
“You didn’t get into the safe,” I said unnecessarily, sliding across the bed to get to it, while Ice muttered all kinds of shit to himself.
“Cuffs first, man, come on.”
“I’ve got bolt cutters, hold yourself.” I dug my toolkit out from the small wardrobe, and rolled back to the other side of the bed.
Small rooms were a burden usually, but right now it was a fucking godsend.
It wasn’t like the rooms at the main clubhouse.
They were literally just big enough to sleep in.
I leaned down to cut the link between the handcuffs, and lost my balance, falling onto my knees beside Ice, who snorted.
“You’re not my type, man.”
“Fuck you. Maybe I’ll leave you cuffed and vulnerable.”
Oh, and cue the usual glare that fucker gave everyone.
I managed to finally coordinate my hands well enough to cut the link, and Ice’s arms dropped down at his sides, as he groaned out with pain, but he didn’t try getting up.
The fuck? We were in a crisis here, but by all means, take a little break.
I started to get up and he cursed.
“Gonna need some help, man. I’ve got a useless arm right now.”
I pointed to the one nearest to me, and he nodded. Great. So I had to get over the other side of him somehow, to pull him up with the other one.
“Can you roll over? Not really looking to straddle you right now. You might get excited.”
“Dickhead,” he groaned, using his one good arm to try and push himself up to roll, but the second his weight hit the other arm, he dropped back down, hissing and cursing with pain.
“Help,” he murmured, looking humiliated as fuck, but I was getting it. He had some kind of fucking injury that he wasn’t telling me about, but his left arm was completely fucking out of commission right now.
“Is it broken?”
He groaned, shaking his head. “Long term injury. Spasming like hell right now. Can you just… can you help me get my weight on the other arm?”
Between us, with me trying to help him lift his left side, while he pushed with his right arm, we finally got him up onto his knees, but he was in fucking misery, I could see it.
“I’ve got some strong shit here somewhere you can take for that,” I was about to get up, but hesitated when he lifted his good hand.
“Can’t take them, man, I’m a fucking addict, remember?
” Jesus. I dragged him up to sit on the bed, and moved over to get to the safe, tapping in the ten digit code, and pressing my thumb against the reader.
How I remembered the ten digits, when my head felt like it’d been caved in, I had no idea, maybe it was muscle memory or something.
I dug out the satphone, and my prized gold plated Desert Eagle, and a box of ammo.
“Someone’s already shooting the place up, man. And I was taken down by some masked commando looking fucker.”
My head lifted from the satphone, just as I was about to dial the Don.
“Huh? It wasn’t the cops?”
He rolled his eyes, jabbing a finger at the satphone in my hand.
“Call first, then I’ll talk, but why you’d think it’s the fucking cops, I don’t know.” Huh… maybe she was just on my fucking mind or something. That wasn’t something I was about to admit though.
“I can’t get Rossi to send help if the cops are here, man. They don’t know we’re connected, remember?”
“It. Wasn’t. Fucking. Cops,” he snapped out at me, so I hit the button and called the Don for help. Yeah, this’d go down really fucking well.
Ice
Iwanted to find that cunt who just fucked my shoulder, and give him a fucking gun enema.
Seriously, it’d been better for so many months, and now it was spasming again, and I needed to be on my game, and not another fucking liability.
I hoped to hell that Lissa was safe with the other old ladies still, because she wasn’t capable of even recognising a fucking risk right now, and that meant that she was terrifyingly vulnerable to attack.
“Boss?”
Grease instantly fell silent, and squeezed his eyes shut.
“Luca. We have a situation here.”
I watched as he stroked that blingy monstrosity of a fucking gun as he spoke, having the damn thing resting in his lap like his baby. Seriously. Maybe he needed some alone time with his second cock or something. I was starting to feel violated just watching them together.
“Gotcha. I wasn’t sure if it came through… huh, you did?... Wait… it was shot down?”
His eyes met mine, and I shrugged, because I had no idea what the fuck was being said. It was annoying as hell, sitting listening to half a conversation, if that, because he was mostly just listening.
“Will do,” he ended the call, and nodded at me, “he’s got people enroute. ETA is about fifteen minutes.”
I didn’t want to be impressed by that, but I was actually relieved more than anything. We needed help, and we needed it now, but surely they couldn’t get here that fast?
“They already knew?”
He shrugged, stroking the gun again thoughtfully.
“They get a signal too, when we get cut off. It’s my double backup. I just didn’t know if it’d worked, or if they’d respond yet. Luca said they sent over a drone, but it was shot down.”
Fuck me. I couldn’t stop watching him messing with that fucking gun though. It wasn’t exactly time for him to masturbate it.
“Could you stop stroking your golden cock, 007? Or do you two need some alone time?”
He flipped me off, setting it down for a moment.
“Gift from the Don when you’re made. It’s kinda important to me, okay, fuckhead? Excuse me for giving a shit about something big like that.”
“I’m just saying… overcompensating is a thing, man. Still, I think maybe you’ve been rethinking things recently, huh? This is the life. Not this, I mean. Obviously I was referring to when it’s actually going right.”
“Yeah, because that happens so often.” Still I could see it. He was in fucking love with biker life. He had been the first time around, and this was just reinforcing it for him.
“What’s the plan? After you wank your golden gun off a bit more, I mean?”
“Prick. They’re coming in by air, and they’ll land nearby. We could do with getting someone out there to meet up with them, but neither of us look like we’ll make it.”
I got up, staggering a step or two, as my head felt like it spun on my fucking shoulders.
“Nothing’s keeping me away from my old lady, man. If I have to fucking crawl across the compound, that’s what I’ll do.”
“Yeah, like a three legged fucking dog. Stay behind me, dipshit. Me and my penis extension will keep you safe.”
Micro
That cunt had his fucking hands on my old lady, and as soon as I could safely get her away from him, I was going to tear off every fucking piece of him one at a time, and keep him alive as long as possible, to feel every fucking second of agony.
My fists were clenched by my sides, as I tried assessing the situation.
She was trapped, and that gun was against her fucking temple, which meant anything I did, to try and disarm him, risked a bullet in her brain, because the gun could go off if I even startled him.
And I planned to do more than fucking startle him.
I planned to bleed the fucker out over several days, but none of that mattered, if I couldn’t save my fucking wife.
“Didn’t realise you were such a pussy that you had to pick on women, Roadkill.
You said you were a tough guy, but this?
Pathetic. It’s like shooting fish in a fucking barrel.
One’s in labour, and the other’s…” I trailed off, because where the fuck was Lissa?
If she wasn’t in here, or he didn’t know about her, I wasn’t outing her and putting her at risk too.
I prayed she’d stay quiet while we took this cunt down.
And no, it wasn’t lost on me that I was accusing him of doing the exact things I fucking did, back in the other Phoenix club.
I just had to keep him distracted long enough for a fucking miracle.
“You don’t think very highly of your old lady, do you, you fucking piece of shit. Maybe I’ll keep her for me, and show her what a real man is like. Bet she’s never had one before.”
She snorted, and I caught her eye, grinning at her, because did he forget who she was? As much as I hated the reminder of it, it might knock him off his game.
“You’re dissing your man Reaper? I mean, I’m with ya, that tiny dicked little shit was worthless.
He died like a snivelling little pussy too.
Did I ever tell you that? You know how long it takes to die with a crushed larynx?
I’m kinda good at it, trust me. When I get you away from my old lady, away from all the old ladies, I’m going to show you pain like you’ve never even fucking imagined.
You messed with the club, and that’s already a crime you’ll die for, but you came after our women?
You put your hands on my woman? Trust me, I know that’s a dead man’s game.
Only pussies do that. Only complete assholes do that. ”
“Can you even hear yourself, you fucking dickhead?” Cammy screamed at me, and I heard Stitch speaking to her in a low voice, edging a little closer to her with every moment I distracted Roadkill.
He was a threat, sure enough, but he didn’t know who he was fucking with.
One false move, and he’d be taken down with extreme fucking malice.
I knew the irony of my words, I mean, of course I did.
I’d done what he did, although I’d had a little more discretion, but I knew it was the lowest thing you could do.
Back then, I knew I was being a psychotic prick the whole time, but it was like my thoughts were all messed up, because some part of me didn’t care back then.
If I could undo it all, I would, but life doesn’t work like that.
We have to own our mistakes, and take our punishment.
I was ready to die for what I did, and this fucker was definitely going to die. A lot.
“Here’s what’s going to happen-”
“Yeah, you die in agony, I thought I already covered this, fucknuts. The only question I have is why you still have your filthy hands on my old lady.”
“Oi, stop moving, twat. I don’t care if she drops the fucking baby right there on the floor, move another muscle, and you kill this one,” Roadkill snapped at Stitch, who glanced back at me, and was that an apologetic look? Was he planning on risking my fucking wife, just so he could get to his?
“VP…”
He nodded. “I know, but she’s in labour, man. Look at her. She needs me.”
“And I need Soph. You think I can live without her? We’re gonna save them both, you hear me?”
Stitch edged closer to Cammy again, and Roadkill’s eyes followed him.
“See how he doesn’t give a fuck about her, Micro?
This is the club you feared so much? They’re assholes, just like you are.
See, he knows I’m gonna kill your woman for this, but still he moves.
” Just then, he did the one thing we’d both hoped he would, rather than the thing I hoped we were both praying he wouldn’t.
He moved the gun away from Sophie’s head, and aimed it at Stitch.
Fuck me, that was what I needed. I nodded at Sophie, but she didn’t do what I expected.
I thought she’d drop, or elbow him and try to run to me, but instead, she threw her head back, cracking him right in the jaw, and making them both cry out.
The gun went off, and I prayed Stitch wasn’t down, but then…
even before I could jump him, I heard a shrill scream, and a red headed mass of craziness leapt at him.
She was screaming something about killing her fairies, but it was what we needed to get our women out of range, so we could take him down.
“Get her off me, for fuck’s sake!” Lissa was clawing at his face, dragging the balaclava around so he couldn’t see through the eyeholes, and he was trying to get a grip on her, but she was like a fucking demon out of a movie, seemingly moving faster than the fucking eye could see.
Sophie slammed against my chest, and I held her tight, while I watched Lissa in awe.
“That’s my fucking sister,” I said proudly to my woman, and Stitch cursed from beside me.
“Can you take him down instead of fucking watching?” Hey, at least he wasn’t dead, right? Maybe we’d get out of this okay after all.
Rapid gunfire from outside took all of our focus from what was happening, and that’s when something heavy crashed into us, knocking us both to the floor, and when we looked up again, Roadkill was gone, and Lissa was weeping about dead glitter fairies or some shit, as she sat on my chest.
“Uh… a little help here?”