Chapter 9
Chapter Nine
VIPER
“Pipe! Bring me another beer,” I shout from the spot I’ve been sitting in for the last few hours.
I’ve been going over everything that happened last night when Kierra dropped a bomb on me.
I know I overreacted, but she caught me off fucking guard.
It doesn’t matter now. It’s done, and there isn’t any going back.
I fucked up! There’s no way she would ever forgive me, not after the way I spoke to her.
“Here ya go, Prez.” Pipe hands me the cold beer and looks at me with concern.
“Fuck off! I’m fine.” I wave him back towards the bar.
I’m not, but I don’t need anyone trying to psycho-fucking-analyze me.
I know I look like a fucking wreck, and it’s all Kierra’s fault for leaving.
She never lets me get away with being an asshole to her, I don’t know why the fuck she did last night.
“Daddy?” Fuck. I don’t want to see my daughter right now. She’s going to ask a million questions and I am fresh out of answers.
“Not now, babygirl.” I refuse to look at her, but like the stubborn little shit that she is, she scoots into the seat across from me.
“What’s wrong? Where’s Kierra? I brought Nash home, and I don’t want to leave him chasing prospects around out front without telling her he’s back.” Fuck. I forgot all about Sadie having the kid.
“She didn’t call you and come get Nash?” I grunt, shooting my eyes to hers. That doesn’t sound right.
“Uh, no. Why would she? I told her I would bring him back this afternoon so she could get some sleep.” She confirms. “Daddy, where’s Kierra?” she asks slowly, finally picking up on the fact that there’s a problem.
“We got in a fight, I said some shit, and she left. It’s over.” I pick at the label on my bottle not wanting to see the look of disappointment on her face.
“Oh no. What happened?”
“Kierra’s pregnant. I didn’t handle the news well and threw her out of the house last night.” I’m embarrassed to admit I was an asshole to the woman who’s carrying my baby.
“You didn’t! Daddy, what the fuck? Get off your ass, and go apologize.
It’s not too late to fix it, but the longer you wait the less likely she is to give you another chance.
I’ve seen you two together, and she loves you.
You love her too. I don’t know how she puts up with you, but somehow, she does and that’s saying something. ”
“I don’t think it’s fixable, Sadie. I’m sorry,” I rasp. I know I fucked everything up, and I’m not handling it well with not having Kierra here.
“Let me ask you this. Do you want another man raising my brother or sister? Do you want to only have visitation to a kid that is part of you? Do you want the woman you love to move on with someone else?”
The growl that rumbles from deep in my chest is all the answer my smartass daughter needs, and the smirk on her face is proof of that fact. “Kidd! Drive me to Kierra’s apartment, I’ve had way too fucking much to drink.”
“Sure. Let’s go.” He walks to the bar and grabs the set of keys to our club truck.
“Thanks, Sadie.” I pull my girl into a hug before following behind Kidd in hopes that it’s not too late to get my woman back.
Twenty minutes later we pull up to Kierra’s apartment building, and I take a deep breath trying to muster up the courage to go and beg for forgiveness.
No, fuck that. I don’t need to beg for shit.
That isn’t who we are, and she would laugh in my face for even attempting it.
Climbing from the truck, I jog up the four flights of steps and bang on her door shouting, “Open up, Kierra. We need to talk.”
I wait for several long minutes, but there’s no sound coming from inside.
Now that I think about it, I didn’t see her car outside when we pulled in.
Pulling out my lockpick, I insert the tools into her lock, and within seconds I have her door unlocked.
Putting the kit back in my pocket, I turn the knob and stop dead in my tracks.
“What the fuck?” The room is completely trashed.
Pulling out my phone, I open the app on my phone that tracks Kierra’s car and see that it’s in Cuban King territory. Looking closer, my legs almost buckle when I realize it’s at their fucking clubhouse. Oh fuck. No, no, no. I quickly close the app and hit call on Sparrow’s number.
“Lo?” He answers.
“Brother.” I choke and quickly clear my throat before telling him, “Call everyone in. The CKs have Kierra.”
“Fuck. I’m on it.” He immediately hangs up. I know he will have everyone assembled and ready to ride by the time I get back to the clubhouse.
Sixteen minutes later, I’m jogging into the clubhouse and down the hall to our meeting room where I find all my brothers already gathered around the table and loading their weapons. “Tell me something,” I demand as soon as I take my seat.
“I pulled up security cameras in Kierra’s parking lot, and Pinball took her and the neighbor. I tracked them to their clubhouse, but we have a bigger problem, Prez. Hector Ramirez just showed up with about a dozen of his men,” Dexter says.
“I called Jacksonville and they’re on their way. It’s going to take them over four hours to get here. We don’t have a choice though, Prez. We have to wait. Between the CKs and Hector’s men, we’re outnumbered.” Sparrow says.
“Fuck!” I roar, jumping out of my chair and hurling it across the room.
“Brother. She’s pregnant,” I rasp, trying to catch my breath. She must be fucking scared out of her mind. She’s pregnant and the things I said to her… oh god, what if something happens and the last things I said to her were…
“Fuck it. We haven’t ever cared about a fair fight before. Why start now? Let’s fucking go.” Sparrow stands from his chair and checks the clip in his gun.
“Fuck it. I’m in,” Knox agrees, checking his weapon as well.
“Me too,” all my men say in unison, agreeing to follow me into the pits of hell to get my woman back.
“Knox. We got any of those grenades left?” I wonder aloud, focusing on the things I have control to change as I check my weapon.
“Uh, yeah. About a dozen of them.”
“Get ‘em, then meet me out front. If I’m dying today, I’m taking as many of them motherfuckers with me as I can.
” I pull the truck keys from my pocket, ready to get the hell out of here and get my whole life back.
While we’re waiting on Knox, we try to come up with some sort of plan but ultimately end up deciding this is one of those things that we’re just going to have to wing as we go.
It takes a little over twenty-five minutes to get to the west end of town where the CK’s clubhouse is located. As we approach, I count four guards out front. I don’t see anyone else walking the property though.
“You see anyone other than those four, Sparrow?”
“No, maybe they’re all inside?” He’s probably noticing the lack of bikes just like I have. Where the fuck has all their crew gone?
“Stop here, and let’s move in closer on foot,” I tell him as he pulls just past the gates, and out of sight from the compound.
As we’re climbing out all my men quietly approach the truck, and I point for half my crew to go around the fence on the left and the other to follow me to the right.
Staying low, we hurry towards the side of the building.
“Legend. Wrath. Creep around the side, and see if you can take those two guards out,” I whisper shout, and they nod moving around the building.
A couple of minutes later, Legend peeks his head back around and motions for us that the coast is clear.
Hurrying after them, I see my men have taken out the two men from their side of the building.
We’re clear to make an entrance. Rising to my full height, I pull my gun so I have it ready and stroll right on in through the front doors like I own this motherfucker.
I’m again at a loss when we enter their common room and there isn’t a soul in sight.
Continuing down the hall I follow the sound of several voices to what must be their meeting room where they hold church.
Turning the knob on the door, I put my finger on my trigger so I’m ready for anything and walk inside, interrupting what appears to be a negotiation of some sort.
“Gentleman. If you could be so kind as to pause whatever the fuck you have going. You seem to have taken something that belongs to me, and I want her back.”
“You must have a death wish,” Pinball scoffs, barely controlling his anger.
“No, motherfucker, you must have a death wish seeing as how you took not only my woman but my unborn child too.” I raise my arm, aiming at his head.
“You didn’t tell me my daughter belonged to the president of another club and that she was pregnant, you hijo de puta. This isn’t how I do business. The deal was for Kierra, I can’t give her to you when she and her child are someone else’s property,” the infamous, Hector Ramirez, shouts at Pinball.
“Where is she?” I bark, tired of hearing their back and forth.
“Mr. Chavez. If you would be so kind as to bring Kierra back,” Hector orders, and Pinball is fuming when his VP leaves to do Hector’s bidding. Minutes later I hear shuffling behind me, but I never take my eyes off Pinball.
“Fuck. Come here girl,” I hear Sparrow say.
“Get her out of here, brother,” I tell him, torn between wanting to make sure Kierra is ok and refusing to take my eyes off my target.
“Seems you came all this way for nothing, Ramirez.”
“On the contrary, Mr. Viper. It seems I was just doing business with the wrong club.”
“What the fuck! We had a deal,” Pinball snarls.
“I’m afraid her condition makes that impossible, Mr. Pinball.
Find my other daughter and we can renegotiate.
” He turns to me, and it’s clear from his facial features that he’s related to Kierra.
“Mr. Viper, I’m afraid we have much to discuss since you now have one of my daughters in your custody.
” With those words, I have a feeling we’re about to have to make a deal with the devil himself.
“I’m not making any deals.”