Chapter 26
Trigger
My jaw ticks as I eye the fucker chained to the chair in the middle of the torture shack, his head hanging low.
Ash has been awake for five hours, and as far as I’m concerned, five hours is a lot longer than I want for him to share the same fucking air as her.
My dad is standing beside me, Doc on the other side, while Ace and Dirty stand behind Michael Nations, thirty-two, an orphan brought up by his uncle, Stanley Quail, the leader of the Pillars, a sick group that peddles flesh, mainly women, girls, and boys who fight back.
Now, normally Tank would be here, but he’s decided to basically live at the hospital while my wife is there. So Ace is standing in his place, Stone standing off to the side with Anchor, no one making a move knowing this fucker is mine.
He raped my wife, caused her to miscarry, lied and dated her, ready to fucking kidnap her.
Our marriage was the only thing stopping him, or so Dirty had found out after hacking into the scumbag's phone, which included several messages between him and the woman who had claimed to be my wife’s friend.
Even though Nat chose herself over my pregnant wife twice, she still fucked the jackass, and she liked it so much she kept going back and even worse, helped the fucker rape nine women behind the store after my wife, five of them disappearing.
As soon as I’m done with this fucker, I’m going after her, then going back to the hospital where Mama and Cole now are with Ash and Tyson.
“Wake him up, Ace,” Doc commands, taking charge as the President.
I cross my arms over my chest as Ace grabs the bucket full of salty water then without hesitation, he pours it over the fuckers head causing him to gasp in pain as his bloodied face lifts up, his body tenses as he tries to move.
Panic shows over his features as he tries to get out of the chains and I smirk as the fucker looks around coughing, fear etching off him, the cocky asshole from two days ago gone.
He thought he could get away, that my main focus would be on Ash. But while that was true, I knew I had to knock him out. I also knew my brothers had my back, just like they always have, even when they shouldn’t have.
Michael's eyes come my way and lock with mine and absolute terror etches off him as his face pales, and I tilt my head.
“You-you should really let me g-go, you don’t know who you are d-dealing with…” He stutters, pain lacing his voice.
Pretty sure he has a broken nose and a few cracked ribs, so that has got to hurt without treatment.
“Michael Nations, nephew to Stanley Quail, the leader of the Pillars,” I state and I swear I have never seen someone go from deathly pale to fucking gray before.
“We have several clubs, hundreds of brothers that would fight with us to take your uncle down and even the Cartel and all it would take is my club and the Untamed to wipe out your pathetic, sick, group and as it stands, talks are already in place,” Doc states, “So believe us, we know exactly what we’re dealing with,” Doc steps forward, “But you jackass, you have no idea who you are dealing with and going after an old lady, a pregnant one at that, causing her to miscarry the first time, causing her to nearly lose her baby the second time, you are going to wish Trigger killed you in that alleyway.”
Michael's body trembles with fear at Doc’s words before his eyes come my way as I drop my arms and stalk forward, my face stoic while deep inside, I’m burning fucking hot with revenge for my son, my angel, my baby boy, and my wife.
“Do you know why they call me Trigger?” I ask as I grab my gun from behind my back and begin to circle around Michael, stalking my prey….
He shakes his head but doesn’t speak, which is actually smart for once.
“When I start shooting, I don’t know how to stop,” I say with menace, “When I’m torturing someone, trying to extract information from them, I’ll shoot their lower half first, you know, so they don’t die too quickly, then I’d work my way up, blowing hole after hole before I black out…”
His body trembles, and I chuckle darkly, noticing the fresh wet patch on his pants.
“Not so fucking hard now, are you?” I laugh as I move to stand in front of him. I sneer, “You caused my wife to lose our baby when she was thirteen weeks pregnant.”
His eyes widen, and he protests, “N-no, Nat said her test came back negative…”
I snort, “You were threatening to take her for your clients, what else was she going to say?” he flinches as I lean down and remind him, “You kicked my wife’s stomach three fucking times, causing her to go into early labor, causing her placenta to erupt.”
Sweat begins to drip down his forehead, and as I watch him, a sick satisfaction takes hold, knowing how scared he is, and without warning, I shoot a bullet into his foot first, making him gasp in shock.
Locking eyes with him, his silently pleading for mercy, mine most likely showing nothing but coldness, I shoot again, a little bit higher than the last bullet, and continue my path, bullet after bullet slowly going up his leg, his screams echoing and his body bucking as I hit his kneecap then continue my path.
Michael cries and chokes, pleading, “Stop, please, stop,” but I don’t listen as I get to his groin and smirk as I aim my gun, and his red eyes widen with fear before I press the trigger, a satisfying feeling seeing his mouth open with a silent scream as his dick bleeds.
I shoot there two more times for good measure before he passes out. Fucking pussy!
I step back as Dirty grabs the other bucket of salt water and throws it over Michael, ensuring most of it gets in his wounds and he wakes with a terrified scream.
He chokes when I shoot five quick bullets into his stomach, and then I black out like I always do at this point, the trigger becoming one with me.
I riddle his body with bullets, all the way up to his head, and I don’t stop pressing the trigger until the clip is empty, and I breathe heavy, dropping my hand like a brick is tying it down, my eyes staying on the now dead body.
“We need to send a message to dear old uncle,” I breathe, “Whether it’s a finger, his whole fucking hand, heck, even his head, this town and every town where our affiliations are situated are off limits otherwise he will be next, to throw him off the scent with the Cartel digging into their weak spots. ”
“Already got a metal box ready, brother,” Doc confirms, and I nod before looking at Dirty, who smirks.
“Nat is at the store. She has had no customers in the past hour and all cameras have been put on a loop, our bikes are ready when you are,” he confirms, and I nod as Ace steps forward with Dirty, along with Anchor, all three coming with me for the next hit.
“Let’s ride out,” I command calmly as Albert and Willie enter the room, Willie's, “Rot in hell, mother fucker,” just hitting my ears as I storm out of the torture shack.
Ten minutes later, I walk inside the now-empty store with Dirty, Ace, and Anchor at my back.
Now, normally, we don’t like to harm women. It’s not in our nature unless they did something to really hurt someone we love, like Virginia did with my son and wife, and unfortunately for Nat, she’s in that category where her genitalia isn’t being accounted for.
Doesn’t matter if she has a dick swinging between her legs or a cunt, she caused physical harm to my wife. She helped cause Tyson to be born ten fucking weeks early, and now, she's going to pay with her life.
“Sorry, we’re now closing,” Nat calls as she walks out from an aisle, but freezes when she sees me and my brothers.
“T-Trigger, how-how is Ash, I heard she went into early l-labor…” she stutters, her hands already shaking, and I tilt my head.
“You mean after you called your lover, whom you basically sold my wife to twice, to come and get her?” I ask, confirming her worst nightmare.
I fucking know her involvement.
Her chest begins to move quickly, her breathing accelerating before she screams and turns, trying to run.
Bitch forgot what my name was or something?
I grab my piece and, without a second thought, I fire a bullet into her calf.
Nat cries out as she falls to the floor, landing with a thump and I storm over to her as she turns on her back, pleading, “Please, please, I’m so-sorry, please, have mercy, don’t kill me please…”
“Where was your mercy when you chose yourself even after finding out Ash was pregnant?” I growl as I slam the barrel onto her forehead, causing her to flinch in pain as she sobs.
“Where was your mercy when that fucker was kicking my wife's stomach two days ago, trying to kill my baby, huh?” I demand and she cries, “Please, I’m sorry…”
“Too late for pleading bitch… go join your boyfriend,” I sneer, and her eyes widen before I press the trigger, a bullet going straight into her head that flops down.
Her eyes go vacant, her body still, and I lean up, breathing heavy as I look around the shop my wife dedicated most of her teenage and early adult life to just because she didn’t want me paying for her schooling after Mama called her a patch chaser and I growl as my anger burns deep inside.
“Brother?” I breathe, “Burn this shithole place to the ground.”
“Fucking on it,” Anchor confirms, and I nod as Dirty commands, “Go to your wife.”
I look at them and give them a grateful nod before glaring down at the dead body at my feet and put my piece back behind my shirt in my jean’s belt and I turn and walk out without looking back.
Finally a little weight lifted off my shoulders knowing my family is safe, knowing we now have time to get rid of the Pillars because Stanley won’t want to try and start a war with us knowing who we have backing us.
One way or another, that fucker is going down, I’ll make sure of it.
“You need to speak to your damn wife!” Tank snaps as I walk onto the private floor that Ash had been placed on half an hour later after breaking all traffic laws, and I raise a brow at his red face.
Fuck, I haven’t seen Tank this angry since he was like seventeen and some cheerleader at school cupped his junk without his permission.
“She promised a nurse who has had eyes for me my number if she wheeled her to NICU!” he growls, and my mouth drops open.
Fuck…
“She didn’t do it, did she?” I ask, fucking hoping my wife is in bed where she fucking belongs.
“Oh yeah, Nell did it alright, and my phone has been blowing up ever since!” he snaps with anger, and I heave a sigh.
Tank doesn’t give his number out to anyone, only family members, and Ash knows this. He’s very quiet, observant, and doesn’t go to the club as much as the rest of us. Don’t get me wrong, he’s there when we need him, but as far as he’s concerned, his three jobs are his main focus.
Nightshift ER doctor, part-time mechanic, and club enforcer.
“She’s done it as punishment for not telling her about Virginia,” I mutter with frustration, fucking pissed she’s not only invaded Tank's privacy but gotten out of bed after emergency surgery.
“I don’t give a shit about the number, brother, I can change that, I care more about her fucking stomach,” he growls as he runs a hand through his hair with frustration, and I reply, “Liar…”
He rolls his eyes, “Tyler, we, her family, didn’t tell her what you were doing because of the patch, because of the brotherhood, if she wants to give my phone number out for the next ten fucking years, I’ll take it. I can’t have her going downhill.”
“She with Tyson?” I confirm, and he nods curtly.
Sighing, I pat his back, which he tenses at, touch not something he can cope with, which is fucking hilarious considering he’s a doctor, and I mutter, “I’ll go get her,” and I walk past him, his, “Good fucking luck,” just hitting my ears, and I wince.
She’s going to fucking hate me even more than she already does.
I slowly walk into the room Tyson is in five minutes later, and my heart fucking breaks seeing Cole asleep on a chair opposite his mama, the incubator between them, my wife sitting in a wheelchair, silently sobbing as she looks over our youngest baby.
Mama’s eyes come my way, tears trailing her cheeks, and I swear my heart breaks at this scene, one that shouldn’t be happening.
She should be in bed at home, rubbing her stomach.
Locking my jaw tight to keep my emotions under control, I quietly walk behind Ash, then bend down, carefully wrapping my arms around her, and her hands instantly find my arms as she continues to cry.
“You should still be in bed, pixie. Tank is pissed,” I choke, her pain becoming my pain.
“I-I know I should-shouldn’t have given his number out b-but I had t-to see him, Ty,” she cries quietly, and I press my lips against her head as my tears fall.
“I-I feel like I can’t breathe…” She sobs, and I hold her tighter and murmur, “I have you, pixie, I’ve got you.” meaning every fucking word.
Day in, day out, this woman will see that she will always come first, that our children will always be safe, and I will never, fucking never hurt her like I did again.
I’ll prove to her we’re worth fighting for, that I’ll never leave her, never let her leave me.
She’s my forever, and I just need her to see that I’m hers too.