Chapter 25
Doc
I grunt as a knife slices into my arm, gliding in like butter and I lock eyes with Cynthia’s wide ones, and I breathe heavy.
The crazy fucking bitch was trying to stab my girl!
Walking in and seeing her charge at Brit, I didn’t even fucking think, I just acted. I shoved my girl out of the way just before the knife could touch her.
My arm twitches as pain fills me, and my nostrils flare with anger.
“N-no…” the crazy woman stutters, realizing she completely missed her mark, that I shoved my girl out of the way, and I grit my teeth as Brit screamed terror echoes, and Bailey cries, not helping my anger.
I begin to black out, everything fading except the image of this bitch holding a knife up and charging towards my girl, my heart.
“What on earth…” I hear Rose say as she walks into the room, most likely hearing the noise, but gasps seeing the scene, and rushes over to a crying Bailey.
“D-Doc, p-please…” Cynthia stutters with fear as I grip her head, and her eyes widen with terror, and despite the knife currently in my arm, I twist hard and fast before the bitch can react.
A crack echoes before her body flops down into a heap on the floor, her eyes open and lifeless, and I breathe, “Rose barricade the door and call Stone, tell him to bring backup.”
“Y-yes,” she stutters, and I step over the dead body and walk over to Brit, whose eyes, shockingly, are on my arm and not on the woman on the floor. “Baby, we need you at the hospital and bring back up,” I hear Rose state as I cup Brit’s cheek, forcing her to look at me as I tilt her head up.
Tears shine in her beautiful eyes, and I ask, “Are you okay?”
“You, she, your arm,” she chokes as she grips my shirt, and I wrap my good arm around her, holding her tightly as I murmur, “I’m alright, baby...”
“You have a knife sticking out of your arm,” she whispers, and I kiss her head and hum. I can definitely feel it, though I think it has only gone through muscle, thankfully.
I look over at Rose and see her cradling Bailey, who has now calmed, but her eyes are on the body on the floor.
“Rose?” I question, hoping she’s okay, and she looks at me, but instead of fear in her eyes like I expected, anger shines through.
Yep, she’s alright.
“Stone will be here in five,” she grits before glaring at the dead body, and I nod before giving my girl my whole attention.
I gently move my arm from around her waist, and I cup her cheek, forcing her to look in my eyes instead of the knife sticking out of my arm.
“Are you hurt?” I ask quietly, and she shakes her head.
She admits, “I wound her up, her focus was on our daughter. She-she said she should have hit my stomach with the metal pole before fleeing the scene and I knew she was going to try and attack Bailey, I-I…”
Fuck, she was the one who attacked her after all.
“I’m sorry, baby ,” I whisper, and she frowns in confusion. I say, “She wouldn’t have targeted you if it wasn’t for me. Your mama was right, we were a danger to you, yet I can’t bring myself to let you go.”
“You let me go, Asher, and I’ll call Annie for some tips,” she threatens, and I smirk knowing full well she would. She sighs, “We can’t live in fear. Life is short, and mama wasn’t right. The woman was just crazy and got an idea in her head because of your dad and her’s.”
“I love you,” I mumble, and she smiles, replying, “I love you too, but can we please get that knife out of your arm?”
I snort and turn as Rose walks over to us, pulling some latex gloves on.
“Okay, I’ve got this. I think…,” she says as she and Brit force me over to the chairs, and I ask, “Bailey?”
“Asleep,” Rose says as she inspects my arm. “She’s quite an easy baby,” she admits, and I chuckle at the look on my girl's face, the ‘are you high’ look.
Bailey was up a lot last night due to colic again.
“Okay, I think the knife has just gone through muscle. I haven’t done this before, I work with kids with heart conditions.” She swallows thickly, “Maybe we should –”
I cut Rose off and demand softly, “Just pull it out, Rose, you’ve got this,” and her eyes widen just as the door opens and brothers pile in, my dad and Shadow right behind Trigger, Stone, and Tank, all their eyes going to the dead body before looking at me with the knife sticking out of my arm.
“Fuck,” Tank curses and I state, “Tank, Shadow, go grab a gurney and a body bag from the fifth floor, the first door on your right, she can be placed in the morgue as a jane doe with a note stating she was found at a bottom of a building somewhere,” they nod and quickly do as I ask.
I look at dad and state, “It’s time, we need to bring the senator in even if Dirty hasn’t found everything yet.
Cynthia is the one who attacked Brit and came to finish the job but her target was Bailey, and as soon as he doesn’t hear from his precious, spoiled daughter, he’ll go for the kids. ”
Dad's eyes darken, and he nods as Rose wipes around the wound, probably trying to figure out how to pull the knife out without hurting me, which unfortunately is going to happen while my girl stays burrowed into my side.
I eye Trigger, his jaw locked tight, anger waving off him in spades.
The past two weeks have been fucking hard, and not with me and my girl either.
That front has been perfect. The brothers love her, they adore Bailey and fight over her.
Normally, it's Caleb and Cole that get her much to my mama’s dismay and Thunder’s.
Brit, despite not speaking to her mama yet, her mind unable to accept her childhood, is hanging out with her brother a lot, but shit went down with Trigger and Ashley, and he hasn’t been the same since.
I’m worried about him, but he claims they have another therapy session tomorrow, and he plans to get the truth out of her, still believing she had an affair.
I wince as I move my arm with the knife in, and Rose scolds me, “Stay still!” causing my girl to snort, and I thread my fingers through her hair, gripping it as I keep her against my chest.
“We can pick him up tonight,” my dad says, and I nod as Trigger states, “I’ll take Tank with me,” just as Tank comes back in with a gurney.
“I’ve spoken to Dirty. He’s blocking all cameras until this shit is finished. He’s also erasing the footage of her showing up,” he states, and I nod just as Rose pulls out the knife without warning, and I growl causing Brit to draw circles on my chest.
Fuck me sideways that hurt.
“Sorry,” she whispers with a tremble as she passes the knife to her old man, then quickly puts pressure on the wound.
Brit tenses as she grips my shirt, and I look down to see her eyes squeeze tight, unable to see what is going on. I press my lips against her head so she knows I’m alright.
Since she’s regained her memories, it’s as if her love for me has doubled, and not a day goes by that I take it for granted.
“Your arm needs stitches,” Rose sighs, and I hum a murmured, “Okay,” not taking my lips off my girl's head, keeping her close to me, as the thought that I could have yet again nearly lost her swims in my head.
This shit is getting old.
“Are you sure you’re okay?” Brit asks as we walk out of Bailey’s room three hours later.
Cynthia’s body is in the morgue, labelled as a jane doe, my arm is stitched, Bailey has been fed and bathed, and is now sleeping.
Now I just have to calm my girl down before I head to the torture chamber and rid us of our problem. Fuck, rid us of the Cannibal’s issues, though they still have a traitor.
Jacob had to be getting the cuts from somewhere, had to have been paid by someone, Dirty just needs to find out who.
“I’m fine, Tinkerbell,” I say for the hundredth time and wrap my arm around her shoulders before pulling her into me and kissing her head as I lead her to our bedroom.
“You had a knife in your arm, Asher,” She reminds me, “I mean, if you had been just a little bit to the left, then she, oh god, she could have –”
I cut off her panicked ramblings as I slam my lips against hers and cup her cheek with my bad arm, bringing my good arm from around her shoulders down to her waist and holding her close to me.
Brit instantly melts into me, and I lick her bottom lip, wanting access, fucking needing it like I need air to breathe.
She opens for me, and our tongues tangle as I shove mine into her mouth, my cock throbbing with want. I tilt her head with my hand, deepening the kiss.
No words are exchanged, none needed as I guide her backwards towards our bed, stopping just shy of it.
“I need you,” I murmur between kissing her, and her hands go to my buttons, and she begins unbuttoning them as she moans, “Then take me...”
I growl against her lips, kissing her harder, faster, with so much fucking need as my cock strains against my slacks, wanting her tight heat, the tip leaking, leaving a mark on my boxers.
Brit quickly shoves my shirt off my shoulders before her hands go to my slacks, while mine go to her dress.
I don’t bother lifting it up. I tear the material from her tits, and despite the throbbing pain in my arm, I lift her and throw her on the bed, making her gasp out a giggle.
I grin as she asks, “Shouldn’t you be with your brothers right now, not tearing my clothes?”
Her grin is wide as I move forward, my belt that she has undone clanking as I move before I grip her lacy panties and I slowly bring them down her lush thighs.
“They can wait,” I say with a husk, my voice full of lust, and her pupils dilate as I spread her thighs and climb up her body while moving my slacks past my ass before I press the tip of my cock at her soaking fucking wet entrance.
She wants me as much as I want her….
I grin as I hook her right leg over my shoulder, and despite the pain in my left arm, I thrust forward, taking her in one, and Brit throws her head back, gasping and moaning.
Home, always at fucking home with her….
My lips instantly go to the collum of her neck as I thrust my hips quickly, keeping up a momentum, ensuring to hit her G-spot.
I know the brothers are waiting, I know I have all night to do this, but fuck, being inside her, it is all I want right now.
This girl is my everything, and as her pussy walls squeeze me tightly and I slam my lips against hers and thrust faster, I know this will never get old.
She consumes me just like I consume her….