Chapter 15
Anchor
My body trembles as I walk into the clubhouse, Trigger and Tank walking in beside me, both not letting me out of their sight. I am even more jittery being away from Summer – I ignore them, my sole focus – getting to my girl.
I need to face the reality of my decisions, I need to face the truth of what she went through, and hope to fucking god that I can get her through this, through her trauma, while ensuring she knows how much I fucking love her, so she knows I never once stopped thinking about her, that I haven’t been with anyone else, that I won’t let her leave me.
She’s my heart. She always has been which is why I fucking struggled over the last year and a half. I just hope she can forgive me for not confronting the situation, for not stopping the hell she was going to go through.
“Brother,” Stone says as I walk past him near the bar, drawing everyone’s attention and I hold for a moment and side-eye him, my body still angled towards my room, towards my girl, who hopefully is still asleep.
“I spoke with Axel, all the clients have been rounded up, the Pillars logbook wasn’t even locked,” he states, and I nod once and go to walk off because the only thing I want to hear out of his mouth is that the two fuckers that got out are found, but he grabs my arm, making me tense.
“Talk to me, brother, where is your head at?” he says quietly as everyone looks our way, waiting for my answer.
“I can’t,” I admit just as quietly, not wanting everyone to hear, “I need to go check on Summer.”
“I get that, believe me I fucking do, if this was my wife, I wouldn’t even be able to speak, but brother, I’m worried about you, Doc is worried about you, your dad,” he mutters lowly, “Hannah even called your mama with your dad’s encouragement, that is how you know he’s worried about you and she’s trying to get home. ”
I don’t react even though I know he’s right. My dad has always blamed my mama for why I stayed with her instead of moving in with him when I reached the age to make my own decisions, but the truth is, my mama knew how to create a home, whereas my dad didn’t.
“I have spent the past year and a half believing she was living her best life with her ex, the man I tried to take her from. I have spent the past year and a half barely fucking breathing brother and the day I finally decide to get Dirty to look for her, when I finally decide to finally follow my heart after trying to forget her, we find her locked up in a cage bloodied and barely surviving. She had just been raped in a room, a fucking room I believe Ace and I went into which had chains on the floor, a leather strap, and blood everywhere. I just need to be with my girl right now,” I rasp full of pain, and his hand tightens on my arm as I choke, “I need to try and learn to live with the regret that is consuming me, that is choking me…”
“You didn’t know, brother,” he tries, and I look at him dead in the eye and show him my pain, making him flinch.
“It doesn’t matter if I didn’t know. I took a situation completely wrong, rode off, got petty fucking revenge, basically cheating after she went through an ordeal, and turned my back on her.
If I had stopped, I would have seen the situation for what it was.
It doesn’t matter what you or anyone fucking says, I’m going to blame myself for the trauma she has been through.
” I admit firmly, and the whole fucking club has quietened at my confession that you could hear a pin drop.
He opens his mouth to say something, but both our heads swing to where our rooms are as Pussy, a clubwhore screams, “Anchor!” and I freeze with complete shock before I lock eyes with a confused Stone’s.
Since when does fucking Pussy shout for me?
I’ve never touched her, though she has tried to get my attention. I don’t even look her way, fuck, I haven’t touched one clubwhore because honestly, they’re just not my thing, especially knowing every brother has been there, though some, like Juicy, are really fucking good cooks.
“What the–” Doc’s words are cut off as he walks out of church, looking down the hallway with a frown as this time Juicy screams, “Anchor!” and everything comes crashing down around me with realization.
Fuck, Summer!
I don’t think, instead I sprint through the common room, the brothers all following, chairs scraping and knocking as I run down the hallway, my eyes noticing a pale Juicy looking inside my room as Pussy screams from inside it.
Fuck, no, no, no…
Panic hits me fucking hard, but as I shove Juicy outta the way and rush into my room, the picture before me is never and I mean fucking never going to erase from my brain as everything slows down.
My girl, my beautiful, amazing, funny, kind fucking girl that I walked away from dangles from the wooden beam, the rope Dad got me, thinking some bondage fucking shit would get me outta my funk two months ago wrapped around her neck while Pussy screams trying to hold Summer up but failing, my girl’s lips turning blue, her body limp.
I roar out in complete agony as I rush across the room. The brothers' curses echo behind me. I quickly take my girl's legs and lift her up, causing Pussy to stumble back and sob, and I roar, “Doc!” as he rushes into the room, Tank right behind him.
“Fuck, Stone, cut her down,” Doc shouts as he comes up next to me and helps lift her further up, and my breathing intensifies, my body trembling as Stone climbs on the chair.
This can’t be happening, it can’t be, fuck, please, no…
Please, please, please…
She’s broken her neck, she must have, oh god please no, please…
I can feel my body weakening, my heart pounding so hard I’m scared I’m about to have a heart attack as I squeeze my eyes tight, keeping her lifted, not wanting to see if she’s dead.
“Asher,” I choke, not able to open my eyes.
“I’m right here, brother, I’m right here,” he whispers, and I feel my tears falling, her body dangling the only thing I can see as I try to keep myself still as her body sways from where we’re trying to keep her lifted up.
What did she do? What in the fuck did she do…
“She’s down,” Stone breathes just as I feel Summer’s weight on my shoulder, and I quickly move without even thinking, quickly putting my arm behind her back and catching her bridal style with the help of Doc.
“Put her on the bed, brother,” Tank murmurs softly, and I choke back a sob at how limp she is in my arms as I do as I’m told and softly lay her down before I finally take a look at her and my stomach sinks.
A dark line mars her neck, showing through the bruise already there, and my tears fall faster.
“Tank,” I plead as I grip Summer’s limp hand, and he quickly comes beside me while Doc goes on the other side, checking her over.
“Asher?” I hear his old lady, Brittany, question quietly, tears lacing her voice.
He replies, “She’s breathing,” and sobs echo behind me as I fall to the floor, my knees hitting the carpet as I drop my head on the bed and sob, my body shaking with so much fucking relief I’m struggling to breathe.
Fuck, yet again I messed up. I went for a ride to try and calm myself, leaving her to do-do…
A hand clamps on my shoulder as Doc whispers, “You saved her brother, but she needs medical help, and I don’t just mean with her injuries. She needs a therapist, you know she does, because she will try this again.”
I nod without looking up as I try to control my tears, and Tank says, “I’m just going to get a few tubes of blood so we can run all the tests we need this way.
I don’t think she would let me if she were conscious, my jaw still hurts from her right swing earlier when she came too after passing out in the shower and I was checking her over. ”
“Tank, when did you get here?” I hear his mama ask out of the blue, but he ignores her like he always does, as Doc demands, “Everyone out now, this isn’t some kind of fucking show, give the girl some dignity for Christ sake!”
Several footsteps echo, brothers murmuring that they are here for me and I look and watch them all leave, only the officer brothers staying but two women refuse to move, and I notice them still standing before the clubwhores who are stuck near the wall with no exit, both faces pale.
“I’m not leaving, Anchor,” Brittany states, and Rose agrees, “I’m with Brittany, and most importantly, I want to know why these two are here!”
Brittany tilts her head, being the badass pres’ old lady that she is, and questions, “Rose has a point, actually. What were you two even doing in here, and where was the prospect put on her door when Anchor went for a ride?”
Well, fuck, I didn’t even question that, too busy seeing my woman hang herself.
I lean up and, without letting go of Summer’s hand, I look at both women, now wondering the same as the shock wears off a little.
Why were they in here?
Pussy looks around, seeing if there is a way out but seeing she’s trapped she replies, “It has nothing to do with you,” with a grit in her voice and full of attitude, and even I raise a brow at that as Doc growls at her blatant disrespect to his woman.
Brit is the first lady of the club, and Pussy knows this, so why in the fuck is she getting her back up?
Doc goes to open his mouth, but Brit puts her hand up to stop him before glaring at Pussy.
“It has everything to do with me and not just because I’m the president’s old lady, a title I have never used against you ladies before but because clubwhores are not supposed to be down here unless a brother has invited them,” Brit snaps back, “That and a prospect was put on this fucking door, I ensured it,” I raise a brow at her language she doesn’t like to use while Rose adds, “New boy Cam was ordered to stand here. Brittany told him not to move.”
Mother fucker.
“Cam,” I shout, making all women jump just as footsteps echo and the prospect in question rushes into the room, his eyes widening at the scene before him, and he swallows hard, the new hickey on his neck clear as day.
My nostrils flare as I demand, “Did Brittany order you to stand outside my door?”
He looks at me, his light gray eyes widening some more, and he slowly nods and he admits, “She isn’t a brother, so I walked off, I mean she has no right to order me around, not when she has a cunt between her legs.”
The dick just lost his place within the club in any role.
“He had some fun with a clubwhore that shouldn’t be touching him then went and had a joint afterwards,” Dirty says as he storms into the room with his phone in hand.
His eyes go to Summer, concern etching off him before he lifts his phone and shows Juicy giving Cam a hand job while sucking on his neck right outside the side door I went out of.
Son of a bitch.
Cam scoffs, “If I want to get my dick jacked, then what in the fuck is the problem? I shouldn’t have been put on babysitting duty for some whore who probably got what she deserved!”
And now he’s just signed his death warrant.
Doc, Tank, who has taken some of Summers blood, Ace, Dirty, and Stone all growl as Trigger barricades the door, seeing my reaction to the fucker’s words, my whole body tense, my face stoic.
Anger like no other rages through me, and I demand, “Rose, Brittany, close your eyes and cover your ears!”
Both of them tense up, but do as I demand, and without a second thought, I grab my piece from behind my back and aim it at the fucker’s head. A wet patch appears at his crotch, and he opens his mouth, most likely to plead, but I don’t give him a chance to voice his apologies as I shoot.
The clubwhores scream as the bullet goes through Cam’s forehead, and his body drops like a sack of spuds, and I breathe heavily as Trigger calls, “Willie, Trent, clean up!”
“Oh my god,” Pussy chokes, covering her mouth with a shaky hand as the two prospects rush in the doorway, both looking at Cam.
“I never liked him,” Willie mutters, and Trent snorts as he bends, grabs Cam’s feet, and drags him out of the doorway, and I focus back on the two women.
They wanted Cam outta the way who clearly thinks rape is okay in his world, but why did they want him gone?
I never paid any of them any attention.
“Oh, don’t fall for it, Pussy. She literally is a slut and needs to leave. She asked for everything she received. I just know it, I know girls like her.”
Juicy’s voice echoes, and I glare at the woman whose face goes white as Dirty states, “Turns out they wanted to get rid of Summer.”
“I didn’t know she was-was…” Pussy’s words trail off, and I finish, “Sold, tortured, raped several times a day, had babies kicked outta her?”
Pussy flinches, her tears falling as she looks at my girl while Juicy looks down in shame.
“Right now, the only thing that is stopping me from killing you both is that you called for help,” I growl.
“Ladies, pack your shit!” Doc demands and both gasp, but before they can plead, Brittany pounces, shocking us all as she punches Pussy in the face, causing the clubwhore to cry out as she falls against the wall.
Rose decides to follow suit, hitting Juicy, and right now, we should all be glad that Ashley, Trigger's wife, who is slowly forgiving him and giving him a chance now that their son is healing in NICU, is with said son.
She would have killed them, not that I would have complained.
Shaking my head at the scene, while Doc and Stone look on, not knowing whether or not to stop their wives from beating the clubwhores up or not. I turn back towards Summer, pick her hand up, and press it against my lips, silently praying for her to wake up, to not leave me.
I know things aren’t going to be easy, I know she’s going to struggle every single day and I know she’s going to try and kill herself again but I’m going to fight for her like I should have done, I’m going to help her survive, I’m going to fucking love her forever and so help me god, I’m going to slay her demons.
They may be able to run, but they won’t be able to hide.