Chapter 21
Dirty
“Fuck,” I choke as I slowly try to sit up, but dizziness fills me making me fall back a little, the movement making it worse as the back of my throat burns, and I couldn’t stop it even if I tried.
I twist, my hair covering my face instantly, before vomit spews out, a trashcan suddenly under my face catching it all, and acid burns the back of my throat. I gag some more despite my stomach being empty as it pulls.
Holy shit.
“You’re okay,” Dad rasps, I cough some more, my head fucking pounding, and I am breathing heavy as a groan makes its way up.
“Alright, brother, try and have a sip for me,” I hear Tank rasp, and I swallow hard as a bottle of water is placed near my mouth, and I allow whoever is holding it to tip some in my mouth. I spit it back out before taking some more, this time swallowing it, and I choke, “Holly…”
“Is with Lyra and Caleb,” Doc confirms, and I cough again as more bile rises, the water I just had coming back up.
“Shit,” I hear my brother curse, but no one pays him any mind.
When he gets pissed off, it’s best to leave him be because he becomes dangerous, and right now, the fucker sounds furious.
“Okay, son, do you think we can try and sit you up?” Dad asks carefully, I manage to choke out, “Yeah,” before I feel two hands grab my shoulders and I’m slowly pushed back up, and I groan at the tightness in my stomach as the room spins.
“Deep breaths, brother,” Doc says, and I try to do as he instructed but it doesn’t stop my head from spinning.
“Where is Holly?” I finally choke out as I lean against the headboard, needing eyes on my girl. I look around the room to see I’m in the medical room at the clubhouse. Trying to recall the details of the last memory I have, which is Cheryl stabbing something in my fucking neck.
Fuck, bile rises again but I swallow it making me shiver in disgust and Dad squeezes my shoulder.
“What can you remember, brother?” Ace asks calmly, too fucking calmly, and I look his way, but my tension rises seeing he is ready to fucking break.
He needs to go and fuck someone, preferably before he goes on a killing spree like he did when he had found out about what mama did.
“Seeing Lyra and I was determined to put my patch on Hol’s back, so I went to my room to grab it,” I rasp, my throat raw.
“Anything after that?” Doc commands lowly.
“I felt someone in the room as soon as I walked in,” I choke, “Next thing I know, Cheryl is stabbing a needle into my neck before I can react. After that, it’s all blurry, but I remember feeling disgusted and wanting Hol.”
“Pantha let Cheryl in,” my brother admits, “I went through your server like how you showed me, and she let the fucking woman in with a grin.”
Fuck.
Pantha is the oldest clubwhore we have on the grounds, always trying to go for Dad's attention, but it never went past my mother. Which is fucking bad considering Mama strayed on him, and I guess she’s fucking salty.
“I’m sorry, son,” Dad whispers, and I shake my head, but instantly regret it as the bile that rises, and I choke, “It isn’t your fault.”
“She’s been kicked outta the club,” Stone adds, “Well, more like arrested for drug use. We ensured she had several kilos of cocaine on her, or well, Ace did, which took a lot for him, he looked ready for murder.”
“Good,” I choke out, breathing heavy as my heart races and the urge to puke hits me again.
Holly…
“Did she see?” I manage to choke out, and someone clears their throat, and I look to see Trigger standing by the door.
“She saw,” he admits softly, and my breathing intensifies as I begin to shake.
I need, fuck, I need to get to her, to explain it wasn’t what she thinks.
Trying to control the urge to vomit, I move to get up, but Dad is instantly there and says, “Son, stay in bed,” but I shake my head and try to fight him despite my head pounding.
“No, I can’t she—”
My words cut off as I gag and retch, and he just grabs the trash can before more bile comes up, and I groan between retching, my stomach fucking killing.
“Jesus, Alex!” Ace snaps, “She laced you with a high dose of fucking coke, stay still!”
“Too loud,” I manage to choke out as I gag again, my head throbbing.
Fuck, I feel like I’ve been run over by a truck.
“Ace, fucking calm it or go outside to the tree and shoot some rounds!” Tank snaps before he comes into my line of vision, assessing me as soon as the gagging stops and I breathe heavily.
“One to ten, brother, ten being the worst, how is your head right now?” he asks.
“Fucking hundred,” I croak, and he nods.
“You overdosed,” he admits, and I blink.
Fuck me.
“Was the bitch trying to kill me?” I choke out, and he shakes his head.
“Nah, she was hoping you’d knock her up so you’d finally claim her out of obligation,” he admits, and I snort but wince as it vibrates through my head.
Fuck that hurt.
“The woman had a screw lose,” my dad mutters, and no one denies him because clearly she fucking does. Wait, did he say had?
“Alright, brother, I’m going to help you sit back up,” Tank says, interrupting my thoughts, and he gently guides me up. I squeeze my eyes tight at the dizziness that takes hold once again.
“Breathe through it, brother,” he explains, and I do as I’m told.
“Holly knows you didn’t cheat on her,” Trigger explains, and I look his way, the guilt he always holds for what he’d done to Ash, the fear that she’ll wake up and leave him shining clear as day in his eyes.
I don’t think he’ll ever lose that look.
“You sure?” I ask with a croak, knowing how fucked up our MC, along with the Untamed, the Devils, and the Huntsmen, are.
Someone always fucking takes a situation the wrong way.
Hawk, an Untamed brother, did when his old lady, Daisy, was assaulted, and it took him everything to win her back after she gave birth to their daughter, who didn’t survive, and she became a cutter, needing to be placed in a therapy center.
Our own brother Anchor also thought the same with Summer, and she ended up being sold to the Pillars for eighteen months, being raped every single day, several times a day.
Ink from the Untamed, fucking Quinn with Breaker from the Devils, Steal from the Huntsman, the list could go on and fucking on…
So many fuck ups.
I can’t have my girl thinking I’ve done something, I can’t lose her, I just fucking can’t.
“Breathe, son, I swear to you, she knows, she understands the situation, she just, uh,” Dad pauses with his words, and I look his way as he winces, then breathes, “Fuck, she needs a breather.”
Every fucking bone in my body seizes up as I breathe heavily, hating that fucking word.
“Why, if she knows the situation?” I choke out, and this time Ace replies, “Her great aunt passed, she was nearly arrested for kidnapping, she nearly lost her job with Cheryl front and center, and she walked in on Cheryl trying her hardest to get you hard. She walked in on the man she’s fallen for being assaulted. ”
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
“Where is Cheryl?!” I demand.
The woman is fucking dead, as soon as I can move without seeing double, I’m killing her, I’m slicing her throat, I’m…
“Dead,” Ace says coldly, breaking my thoughts, and I growl, “Which fucker took away my kill?”
“Your girl,” Doc whispers, and I look at him with wide eyes, which Doc, I don’t know because I’m seeing fucking double, disbelief filling me.
There is no fucking way.
“As Ace said, brother, she walked in on you being assaulted. I don’t even think she knew what she was doing, she picked up your metal pole, the one you like to smack the shit outta the tree with when pissed and smacked Cheryl.
She hit her hard against her temple,” Doc explains, “She was dead before she even hit the ground and poor fucking Holly knew she killed her and shut down. I’m just shocked she took Caleb and Lyra with her when she left. ”
Holly…
“It was weird,” Tank adds, “It was like memories were haunting her while she looked at Cheryl’s dead body, her eyes clouded over, and it was like she’d seen a dead body before.”
“I need to see her,” I gasp, fear for my girl consuming me.
Holly, she’s fucking pure and good, and something like this, it’ll haunt her.
“Give her the breather, brother,” Doc commands, and I glare his way, but he just tilts his head and reminds me, “She came back after a two-day breather. It helps her think, something, I believe she does a lot.”
I chuckle darkly and remind him, “She killed someone, no, not someone, Caleb’s egg donor and her mind will wander!”
He winces and admits, “She did, but she still needs this time. She’s taken Caleb, so you know she isn’t going to leave you.”
Fucker, he knows if this were Brit, he’d be banging down her door, dizziness and all.
“He’s right, son,” Dad whispers, “Give her this time to have a break. A lot has happened, and for some, it can make them closed off. She just needs time to think, something you didn’t give her after she was nearly arrested. Just give her some breathing room.”
I breathe heavy as my jaw ticks, and I lean back in the bed, the urge to vomit building, but the anger I feel at my brothers right now is overriding it.
Hypocrites, they are all fucking hypocrites.
“Alex,” Ace whispers, and I look his way. “She loves you,” he reminds me, “She loves you so much, she killed Cheryl,” and I slow my breath as he pleads, “Let her have this time.”
“You all can fix your own fucking bikes from now on,” I grumble, and not one brother laughs, only nods.
They'd better just hope that I don’t lose her.