Chapter 23 #2
No, he stood up, and I had a feeling in the pit of my stomach; therefore, I too stood up.
And when he headed to the stage where my woman stood beside Lena and Raine, he glared up at her.
Garret shook his head and looked at my woman with a look I wanted to slap off his face, “I’ve never been disappointed in you until now.”
“She should’ve known better,” Garret continued with his diatribe.
“Garret, I get you’re pissed, man. But you need to stop. Ripper…” I heard Storm say and didn’t realize he too had followed.
“Why the fuck did she think something like this would be okay?” he raged.
I took in a deep breath, then I looked up at my woman, who had tears in her eyes.
“Brother, be best for you to go somewhere and cool off,” one of the brothers suggested.
Then I gritted my teeth and put one foot in front of the other towards the doors.
I knew if I didn’t get out of hearing range, I wouldn’t be able to put the leash back on the raging beast that lived inside of me.
That was when I heard it, and everything inside me coiled up tight.
“Why the fuck is she dressed like a whore?” Garret roared.
I stood there, trying to calm the raging beast inside of me.
Don’t do it.
Don’t fucking do it.
It will hurt Creedence.
And you swore, the first time you ever laid eyes on her, that you wouldn’t be that guy.
Then I heard her shout, “Hands off, asshole.”
I snapped my head around to see who she was talking to, but with all the brothers there, I couldn’t see her.
“Move,” I barked.
They moved.
However, by the time my eyes landed on her, she was almost to me, and then... at the sight of those fucking tears on her cheeks... I saw red.
I didn’t hesitate to storm over to him, grab him by his throat and haul his body up, and then I slammed my fist in the side of his face.
“You’ve got some motherfucking balls, Garret. I’ll give you that,” I snarled.
He tried to shove me off him, but I stood firm.
“All you had to do was ask her!” I roared.
Not giving a single fuck.
“Ask her? Fucking ask her what? Ask her why she was dressed up like her whore of a mother?” Garret growled and tried to shove me off him again, but he failed.
Hands landed on me, trying to pull me off Garret, but I didn’t budge a single fucking inch.
“Fucking hell,” Clip growled.
Tank scoffed, “He was holding back when we fought in the cage last year.”
“Alexander?” I heard that soft voice and pulled back from Garret.
Looking in the direction of Creedence, seeing the tears in her eyes, I shoved off Garret in disgust, and then I turned and headed to her.
At my back, I heard Storm say, “Fuck me. Next time we need to calm him down, just have her call his name.”
He was too right.
When I got to her, I smiled down at her, “You okay?”
That was when she showed me her left hand, “I think I broke something when I punched the guy. Think you can take me to the hospital?”
I nodded, “Yeah.” Then I growled, “What guy?”
She pointed at him, “He grabbed me when I stepped off the stage when I heard what Dad was saying.”
I looked at Clip, “Eyes on her.”
He lifted his chin, then moved to stand at her side and crossed his arms over his chest.
Then I prowled to the fucker who dared put his hands on my woman.
His eyes widened when he saw me stalking toward him.
Five foot ten. One hundred and eighty-two pounds. Blonde hair. Blue eyes.
That was all I took in before I slammed my fist in his face so hard his head snapped to the side, then his eyes rolled back as he dropped like a stone to the floor.
I grabbed a bottle of beer from the nearest table and poured it on his face. He sputtered as he came to.
I bent and got in his face, “You're lucky as fuck right now. ‘Cause if this wasn’t for a good event, you’d have a bullet in your brain right. And if my woman hadn’t hurt her hand when she punched you, needing to get it checked out, I’d rip your fucking throat out.”
His face paled, then he started to say something, but I said, “License. Now.”
He shook as he reached into his pocket and handed me his wallet.
I flipped it open and scanned it.
Then I tossed it on his body. I smirked, “See you real fucking soon.”
Then I stalked through the crowd, who were giving me a wide berth, and when I made it back to Creedence, Clip lifted his chin and stepped to the side.
I gathered her in my arms and pressed a kiss on her temple, “Let’s go, Star Shine.”
***
Creedence
Since I worked for the hospital, they got me back fast.
Thankfully, nothing was broken, just a bad sprain.
I looked at Alexander and asked, “How does your hand not hurt when you do this?”
The doctor who was wrapping my wrist looked at Alexander and paled.
So, he just got his first look at my man.
I snickered.
Alexander winked at me, “Years of practice, baby.”
Once my wrist was wrapped and I was told to take over-the-counter meds for the pain and to ice it at intervals, Alexander grabbed my discharge papers, then he took my other hand and helped me off the bed.
I saw my dad holding his head when we stepped out of the room.
I hope it hurts.
I tucked myself deeper into Alexander’s side and buried my face in his arm as he guided us through the emergency room and to the doors outside.
“Cree? Princess?” I heard my dad call out to our backs.
Mom said, “Give her time.”
***
He gave me time, seventeen hours to be exact, before he sat me down and listened to why I was dressed like that.
Then he got tears in his eyes as he apologized profusely.
They headed back home later that day, and I saw it, the way his shoulders tensed as Alexander walked by him without a word and came to me.
Then he pressed a kiss on my temple and asked, “You okay?”
I nodded.
Then I looked at Dad and said, “I love you. Even when you're being an irrational ass.”
He looked over his shoulder and winked, “Love you too, princess. In spades.”