Chapter Twenty-Three
Tease
SHERIDAN IS AT the hospital and there’s nothing I can do.
I’m not being allowed back in the room with her as the doctors do their initial assessment of her injuries and determine the best course of treatment to help her recover from her new injuries.
She’ll be taken down for imaging and everything else before we’ll be allowed in to see her.
Knowing I was so close to losing my shit because I just got my girl back, my dad and Rooster forced me to leave the hospital and head back to the clubhouse to get out some of the pent-up rage.
Knuckles, Omen, Homicide, and several others rode with me to ensure I don’t do anything stupid and head straight for the clubhouse where the cop, Foxy, Jess, and the asshole who was driving the vehicle that hit Sheridan are waiting.
Kat and the other ol’ ladies haven’t even touched the girls because they know I want to be there to witness everything they do.
Pulling up to the clubhouse, I park my bike in my spot and shut the engine off.
I don’t hesitate to climb off my bike and make my way inside the common room.
There sit the four people who hurt my girl.
Plastic is already under them considering we don’t typically deal with this kind of shit in the common room of our clubhouse.
The only reason they’re up here today is because of the ol’ ladies who will be involved.
We don’t want them in the basement. I head straight for Officer Whitestone and throw a punch so hard his head snaps back at an odd angle and there’s a satisfying crack of his nose breaking.
He screams out in pain as a whimper escapes one of the girls.
“What the fuck was that for?” the cop questions me as if he didn’t fuck with my girl.
“That was for choosin’ the wrong fuckin’ side in this shitstorm you helped cause.
You pulled my girl over, held her there when she did nothin’ wrong, and touched her in ways a man should never touch a woman against her will.
That was all before you turned her over to a psychotic bitch who has tried to kill her on multiple occasions because she’s a greedy bitch.
You believed every damn lie she told you and fucked with the wrong girl.
Now, it’s time for you to pay for your crimes,” I state, my voice hard and cold as I stare at the whimpering pile of shit in front of me.
“I would never do anything like that,” he lies as my mom walks over to stand next to me with Janessa at her side.
“You did do all of that. I don’t know much of what goes on around here, but I’ve heard the disgusting details of your short time spent with my daughter-in-law.
You’re a vile human who never once deserved to wear that uniform.
My son will make sure you pay for messing with his woman,” she promises him, her voice cold and calculating as she steps forward and slaps the taste out of his mouth.
“Why are we here?” Jess asks, her voice wavering as she brings out the fake tears she thinks will manipulate us into letting her go. I know all of her games and she won’t win this round.
“You know exactly why you’re here. You’ve treated Sheridan like shit since we were in high school.
You lie, hurt her, and have caused her pain because you think she stole me from you.
Sheridan never stole me from you. It’s impossible because I would never be with a manipulative, lyin’, slut like you.
For years you’ve had this obsession with me and couldn’t stand the fact that Sheridan never had to work for my attention—she’s always just had it.
You put your hands on her, threatened her and our son, and tried to get her to sign papers to give her inheritance to a schemin’ bitch.
Now, you get to pay for your crimes against Sheridan,” I state as my mom and Janessa slowly step toward her and Foxy.
Each step is calculated as they stalk their prey and make them watch on while not being able to do anything to get away.
One of the many mindfucks Kat has taught the girls here in the clubhouse when we weren’t paying attention.
“Tease, I love you. I’ve loved you for years. What the fuck does that bitch have that I don’t?” Jess questions just as my mom steps directly in front of her.
“Sheridan is sweet, genuine, lovin’, kind, loyal, strong, independent, and the best woman I’ve ever met in my life.
She brought the light back to my world when I was drownin’ in the darkness after the death of my brother.
She’s the air I drag into my lungs every fuckin’ day when it feels as if the world is sittin’ on my chest. She has given me a son, sat with me in silence for hours without needin’ anythin’ in return, and been there for me even when I pushed her away.
She’s smart and determined in ways you’ll never imagine.
Sheridan is the love of my life and no one will ever compare to her.
You don’t even belong in the same room as her,” I state the truth as Jess cries real tears for the first time since I’ve known her.
“She’s always been the only woman who will ever be my ol’ lady, the mother of my children, and my wife.
You’re nothin’ more than a slut who uses everyone around her until they serve no further purpose. ”
“She trapped you, Tease. Why can’t you see that she trapped you with that brat? A baby who will have nothing but health problems because he was born early,” Foxy adds as my mom turns her attention to the skank who’s not even supposed to be in town.
“Don’t talk about my grandson!” my mom yells before she launches herself at Foxy and starts to beat the shit out of her.
Each hit lands with a solid thud against Foxy’s body.
She screams out in pain and can’t do anything but take the hits as my mother continues to take out every ounce of pain she’s felt since Foxy inserted herself into the situation.
Janessa stands back and watches my mom beat the hell out of Foxy with a smile on her face.
“Sheridan didn’t trap me. For seven months she suffered through her pregnancy all alone because she knew I’ve always said I didn’t want kids of my own.
Somethin’ I essentially told her after we were together.
Sheridan was sick as fuck, ending up in the hospital on a regular basis for fluids and medicine so she could eat a meal or two.
She was fully prepared to raise our son on her own without me ever finding out he was alive,” I inform the women in front of me as Janessa steps up closer to Jess.
“Sheridan is the best mom considering everything she’s been through lately.
She’s spent more time in the hospital than out of it.
Every thought and action she has is for her son and Tease.
The only reason either of you want him is because of his money and the status you believe you’ll gain from being with him.
You’ve never wanted Tease for the man he is.
Sheridan has never once seen his money or as a status icon.
She loves him for the man he is and the bond they’ve formed over the years.
A bond you would never know anything about because it takes time and commitment to another person and you don’t know how to put in time with anyone other than spreading your legs or sucking cock,” Janessa adds, her voice low as she steps up in Jess’s face and says the truth.
Janessa is done talking. She starts to beat the shit out of Jess while my mom continues to beat the hell out of Foxy.
The two skanks scream and try to cower away from the injuries being inflicted on their bodies, but they have nowhere to go.
They’ve been tied up like Sheridan was in her house.
They have no choice but to take each hit that comes their way.
My mom and Janessa don’t stop their attack for several long minutes before stepping back and looking at their work.
Both girls are covered in blood and are missing a few teeth.
Melissa and Oaklynn step up next. They don’t speak or spend as much time beating the hell out of Jess and Foxy like my mom and Janessa did.
All they want is to get in a few hits before they allow Peyton, Kimber, and Marie to have a turn.
Every ol’ lady of the club is here for this before they head to the hospital to be with Sheridan.
“Why am I here?” the second man finally asks, his voice higher pitched than Jess or Foxy.
“Ron, you know what you did,” Brick says, stepping forward with papers in his hand.
“You were drivin’ the vehicle that hit Sheridan, causing multiple injuries to her and causin’ her to go into labor early.
That stupid bitch promised you drugs and money to cause the accident that almost took two innocent lives.
Money you were never gonna see. All of you were fuckin’ stupid enough to believe you’d ever see a penny of the money Sheridan’s mother was tryin’ to steal from her. ”
The man Brick has called Ron doesn’t say another word as the stench of piss fills the air. Looking at him, I can’t help but smirk at how pathetic the piece of shit is.
“We haven’t even touched you yet and you’re already pissin’ yourself?” I question him, a smirk on my face because I think this is a record for us.
“Please! I have a family!” the man cries out, his voice grating on my nerves as I step up and grab him by the shirt.
“Sheridan has a fuckin’ family. She was pregnant with my son.
Her dad was out of his mind with worry when he got the call his daughter had been in an accident and was unresponsive.
She has me and my family who were worried about her.
You didn’t once think of her family or what was gonna happen to all of us when you caused the accident that did so much damage,” I state as he looks up at me with tear-filled eyes.
“I’m sorry,” he says, trying to plead with us as I start laughing.
“Sorry isn’t gonna cut it, Asshole,” I tell him before starting to take out every ounce of rage and pain I’ve been feeling over the last few days while Sheridan was gone.
No one stops me as I beat the fuck out of Ron until he passes out. Switching my attention to Officer Whitestone, I continue to pound on him as he screams and threatens me because he’s a cop. That’s fucking funny as hell.
“You’re a cop? The badge protects you?” I question him while pausing my attack on him.
“Yes. You can’t do this to me!” he cries out in pain and fear.
“I can do anythin’ I fuckin’ want to. See, here’s the thing about your employment as a cop—they’ve been waitin’ to fire your ass for almost a year.
Did you know you were bein’ investigated?
That you’ve been reported on multiple occasions for harassment, abusin’ power, takin’ dirty deals, and several other crimes?
You’re nothin’ more than a dirty cop who no one will miss when you’re gone.
If you haven’t figured it out yet, you ain’t leavin’ here alive.
None of you are. Well, the girls might. But they’ll only be taken to the police to rot in prison for the rest of their lives.
You won’t be that lucky,” I inform him as Knuckles steps up next to me and takes over beating the hell out of him.
I’m covered in a layer of sweat and blood.
I should’ve removed my cut, but I wasn’t thinking of anything other than getting my hands on the assholes who have made Sheridan’s life a living hell.
I’ll have to clean it before I leave here so no one can link me back to the disappearance of these two fuckers.
“Hurry up and end this shit. I need to get back to the hospital and see my girl and son,” I say, already wishing I was back with my family even though I know Leo is here with us.
One-by-one the guys step up and get their hits in. When the last two step back, I accept the gun being handed to me and put a bullet in the head of the cop and asshole who hit my girl. They slump in their chairs while Jess and Foxy scream like banshees.
“You want these two to disappear or go to the cops?” Kat asks me when they’ve finally quieted down to whimpers.
“I don’t give a fuck. Personally, I’d rather see them rot in prison for the rest of their pathetic lives.
It will be a worse punishment for them than an easy death.
Have your fun and then one of the Prospects will deliver them there if that’s what you choose to do,” I answer Kat, already slipping my cut off so I can clean it before taking a shower.
“I’ll be headin’ out in fifteen minutes.
Anyone goin’ back to the hospital with me, be ready. I’m not waitin’ for anyone.”
Homicide and Omen give the Prospects instructions on how to handle the clean-up while I head for my room.
Janessa is in there with Leo when I open the door.
She lets me know he’s ready to go and she’ll take him downstairs to feed before strapping him into his car seat.
With a nod of my head, I walk straight into my bathroom and strip down to my boxers.
Turning on the water of the shower, I let it heat up while I clean my cut carefully.
The blood is almost impossible to see on the black leather, but I know it’s there.
I’m careful while cleaning the leather and don’t miss an inch.
When I finally feel as if it’s taken care of, I remove my boxers and step under the scalding hot water.
For a minute I simply stand under the water and let it rain down over my tight muscles.
With thoughts of my Little Fairy in mind, I quickly wash before getting out to dress in clean clothes so I can get back to her side where I belong.