Chapter 21
Tank
I frown as Jas’s phone goes to voicemail for the tenth time in the past twenty five minutes, and I hang up, looking at my phone with concern as I bring up Vincent's number, fucking glad I didn’t remove the prospects from my phone.
Since snapping out of my shock and shoving Chanel away, cursing her out and saying I’m taken before demanding her to leave, I’ve tried calling Jas, something I haven’t done since her being back in our home.
Guilt for another woman’s mouth on mine eats at me even if I didn’t want it, but Jas hasn’t answered.
I’ve tried not to call Vincent, but I’m panicking.
I know she doesn’t know Chanel flung herself at me like a desperate whore, but my fear is over taking me, fear that she’s run again and somehow got away from the prospect.
Fuck, she’s going to be pissed if I call Vincent to get her to speak to me after I’ve done nothing but be a dick to her.
“Brother,” Ace says just as I’m about to say, fuck it and press on Vincent's name, and I look up expecting him to ask for me to have a look at his bike as soon as I’ve finished Thunder's, which is worse off than I originally thought, but instead I furrow my brows at the scene before me.
The whole officer brotherhood stands before me, their arms crossed over their chests, Doc front and center.
How in the fuck did I not hear them all pull up?
“What’s going on?” I ask, not taking my thumb away from Vincent's name as I eye the brothers who all look fucking determined, and it hits me.
Ah fuck…
“We’re here to get our brother back,” Dirty says forcefully as my dad grins from behind them, and I sigh.
“I can’t,” I mutter, and Dad snorts, causing me to glare his way.
He’s not helping, and he knows it.
“You can and you will,” Trigger states, “I’ve gone through hell and back, and you were the one who helped keep me going, just like you were the one who convinced Summer to keep her baby. You’re the fucking heart of this club.”
“I was barely at the club,” I remind him softly, to help open their eyes that I was basically a part-time fucking brother because of who birthed me but he just smiles.
“That is the thing, Tank,” Anchor says, gaining my attention, “You were barely at the club yet when we needed you, there you were being what we needed. Put your cut back on.”
I shake my head. “I can’t deal with this right now. I need to reach my girl, who’s not at home and is ignoring my calls. Apparently, I’m not allowed to feel hurt that she kept my daughter from me for six fucking years!”
“I can track her, but it’ll cost you,” Dirty says, and he grins wide at the glare I send his way, the fucker.
“Tank,” Doc says, gaining my attention, “put your cut back on.”
“Years I have fucking spent watching the brothers dote on that woman, ignoring her pushing Kate on me, ignoring the fact she broke the rules within the club every fucking day by having those women around because she wanted what she wanted,” I remind them, “The brothers stood by her when their own pres demanded she leave club property.”
“Because they knew the rules,” Doc says, “A full vote needed to be had before someone can be kicked off club grounds especially an old lady of thirty years, and you know this.”
“You sound like Jasmine,” I mutter and he chuckles, “She’s a smart girl. I know she hurt you by leaving the way she did, but brother, she was scared not only just for herself and her unborn baby but also for you.”
I sigh as I shake my head and look down at my phone, my thumb still hovering over Vincent's name, before it rings and I frown.
Vincent Prospect
“It’s Vincent,” I mutter, and the brothers all tense as I answer the phone, my gut pulling, telling me something isn’t right.
“Vincent?!” I answer with force, ensuring the phone is on loudspeaker just as his panicked voice comes in, “Get to the park now, your mama and that bitch who always hangs around with her have fucking cornered Jasmine on the bench, and I can’t get to her because I have Aisling on the jungle gym!”
Damn it!!
My lock eyes with Docs, who sees the panic and orders, “Vincent, stay with Aisling and fucking protect that girl with your life, brothers ride out but stop a quarter of the way from the park so we don’t give ourselves away!
” and I quickly rush out past them, shoving my phone in my pocket without even hanging up the call.
I swear, if my mother forces Jas to leave again, I don’t give a shit that she’s my blood, I’ll fucking kill her myself!
***
Three minutes – three long ass fucking minutes that felt like a lifetime – that is how long it takes us to get close enough to the park without being heard, without indicating our arrival to my own fucking mother, who is adamant to ruin my goddamn life before we pull up on the sidewalk.
You would think she’d learn her lesson being kicked outta the club, huh?
My jaw tightens as I spot my truck and the club’s SUV and not waiting for the brothers, I jump off my Harley—don’t care if it falls—and sprint for the park.
Before I reach the gate, someone yanks my shirt from behind, jerking me back.
I turn, about to snap, and see it’s Ace.
He shakes his head and mutters, “Look at the fucking bench, brother!”
I do as he says, and so much fucking anger and panic hits me all at once.
My girl, my amazing, beautiful, stubborn fucking girl who broke me, sits stoically in between my mother, who is smirking and Kate, whose hand is pressed against my girl's side.
“Is she fucking pretending to hold a gun?” Anchor asks with confusion, and I mutter in return, “I don’t know, but we need to do something now!”
“Shit!” Stone sneers and I look his way only to see his eyes on the park but not where my girl is and I follow his sight only to tense at the fucking scene.
Vincent has one arm keeping my trembling little girl behind him as she grips the back of his prospect cut and a gun pointed in the other at the man who wanted my girl anyway he could get her, including trying to rape her at four-fucking-teen.
“Fucking Bruce!” I growl as I grab my phone and take several pictures, then send them to Brady.
He may be outta town, trying to stay away from his mama, who is actively searching for her daughter, but he’ll want to know about this.
I lock my jaw seeing Aisling trembling, but the fear running through me, fuck, it is unlike anything I have ever felt before.
“Why am I not surprised your mother got someone to do her dirty work while she keeps Jas with her!” Dad growls as Doc confirms, “He's the man her mama was trying to force her with isn’t he?”
I grunt a ‘yep’ as my phone buzzes.
Fuckface Brady:
Fucking kill the bastard!
I really should change his name on my phone.
“Brady said kill him,” I sneer, glaring at the fucker grinning at the prospect, clearly hoping to scare him but what Bruce isn’t aware of, Vincent would die for Aisling, it’s why I sponsored him in as a prospect, he’s fucking loyal as anything and will make a brilliant brother.
“Shouldn’t bring a knife to a fucking gun fight,” Dirty growls and I breathe heavy.
This is what Jas was trying to stop from fucking happening, why she ran.
I growl and Doc commands, “Ace, Dirty, go help Vincent distract that fucker, I’ll grab Aisling and Stone–”
Stone cuts him off and complains, “Why in the fuck do you get to grab her? I want to meet her!”
I don’t even smirk, my eyes keep travelling from my stoic girl to our terrified daughter, and I can feel the monster coming out.
“Because she only knows Rocky and me, but he’ll be grabbing his ex-wife and putting her in a sleep hold!” Doc states, and Stone huffs. Ignoring his VP, Doc then commands, “Trigger and Anchor, grab Kate, Tank will get his girl and Stone, disarm that fucker.”
Just as Doc finishes, Jas lurches forward, bending over, and it’s then that I notice it, the fucking blood.
Fuck, fuck, fuck!
“Jasmine!” I growl as the brothers curse, seeing what I’ve just seen, the blood soaking her shirt – my fucking shirt– and I run from behind my truck and sprint over to the park without Docs say so, the brothers instantly following, splitting up to do what they’ve been instructed.
I don’t open the gate, instead, I grab the top of it and leap over the metal, and my feet don’t even touch the ground for a second before I’m running over to my girl while Doc does the same but goes to my daughter.
“Daddy!” I hear Aisling cry, and my egg donor looks my way with wide eyes as she quickly stands with fear like a pathetic bitch, but before she can try to run, Dad tackles her from the side, his body landing on top of her, making her scream, which quickly turns to a choke as he presses his thumbs into the pressure points on her neck.
Kate watches the commotion with complete shock, frozen but then screeches as she goes to tackle Jas, who is falling to the floor already, but Trigger reaches for her by her hair and yanks the bitch back.
She opens her mouth to scream, but Anchor is there, shoving a rag into her mouth right before digging a needle into her neck, knocking her out just as I skid in front of Jas, grabbing her shoulders before she can fall face first, making her choke out a gasp before our eyes connect, and I see it, I finally fucking see it.
Trust in her eyes, trust in me to save Aisling and her and the relief, so much relief I feel like it’s choking me.
I cup her cheek as I kneel before her and she grabs my arms and chokes, “Aisling…”
I turn to see her in Doc's arms, her head on his shoulder as she squeezes him tightly while Vincent is helping Stone, Ace and Dirty with Bruce who is trying to fight them off.
Fucker isn’t going to win.
Stone punches the fucker in the face and he lands on the floor in a lump making me smirk and look back at Jas and whisper, “She’s safe, the brothers have her,” and her tears fall as her body trembles against mine, and I look over her body to see where she’s injured and I tense as I see the fucking knife dug into her side.
Holy shit!
“Dammit, is that a knife?!” Anchor growls, and I breathe heavy, seeing all the blood as I lock eyes with Jas.
“Pull it out, Lo,” she chokes, and my eyes widen because what the fuck?!
Is she fucking crazy?
“I’m not touching that thing until we’re at the fucking hospital or at least in the med room at the clubhouse where I can help numb the fucking pain,” I state as I grip her cheek harder.
“It’s superficial,” she chokes, “I mean, it hurts like shit, but I’m not struggling to breathe and I’m not choking on my own blood, so she clearly didn’t hit anything. Pull it out!”
“Jasmine!” I growl, and she retorts, “Tank…” pissing me off, but I know what she’s doing, and it won’t work.
“I’m not pulling that fucking thing out, so stop calling me Tank! I handed in my cut, remember,” I snap, and she digs her nails into my arms while the brothers watch us.
“You will always be my Tank, my Logan. The club is in your blood, and right now, I need Tank, the badass doctor, not L-Logan, who loved me,” she chokes, “Pull the knife out, please.”
Fuck, fuck, fuck…
“Buttercup,” I rasp, “whether I’m your Logan or Tank the brother, I’m still the man who loves you more than anything, I can’t hurt you.”
“But if you don’t pull it out, the pain will get worse or the wound could get infected because I don’t know what she had on that knife, I was focused on your mother and Doc has Aisling…
please Lo,” she whispers, and I take a deep breath as I keep one hand on her cheek, then grip the knife in her side, which, yeah, she is right, it is superficial, and I command, “Anchor, I grab a rag!”
“I’ve got one,” Trigger states, and I swallow hard.
Fuck.
“On three?” I confirm, but she just shakes her head, not wanting a countdown, and I yank the knife out, making her clamp down on her bottom lip as a scream nearly escapes, and I quickly chuck the knife on the floor and hold my hand out before a rag is placed, and I push it hard against the wound making her gasp, her nails digging harder into me.
My brave fucking girl.
“The knife wasn’t that big,” Anchor states, “so she was right, it didn’t do any damage, just hurt like a bitch.”
Jas breathes heavy as sweat drips from her forehead, and she digs her nails even harder into my arm.
“Talk to me,” I basically plead, needing to know she’s okay.
“I hate to say I told you so, but…” She croaks, and I chuckle lightly as I press a kiss against her forehead before checking her wound, pulling the rag back only to find three fucking holes.
“She stabbed you three fucking times!” I growl, and Jas hums as she leans her forehead against my shoulder, taking a deep breath, breathing me in, and I relax a little with her touch and murmur, “You need stitches, preferably before our girl sees her mama hurt.”
“Okay,” she chokes, and I hold her jaw even harder, the terror I felt seeing the fucking blood making it hard to breathe.
The brothers were right about one thing, Mama was getting others to do her dirty work, but she’s still going to pay for going after my family.