16. Chapter 15
Trick
“How’s my sister?” Crash demands as I storm into the basement of the clubhouse, my jaw locked tight, my body trembling with how much anger is running through me.
"She’s alright, has a headache from the headbutt, but otherwise fine,” I grunt as I stride to the tool wall, scanning each tool deliberately.
As a doctor, I took an oath to save lives, no matter the crimes of those I treated.
As much as I hated this filth sleeping in the hospital, I knew he was going to be put to sleep.
But the fucker signed his early death warrant when he laid hands on my wife so instead of getting a needle, he’s getting torture.
“That was one hell of a headbutt, though,” Spike mutters, “You taught my daughter well.”
“Alright, buttercup, in this position, I don’t want you to struggle,” I say as I breathe heavily against her ear, keeping one hand around her throat, my other arm around her waist.
Clark shivers, and I try to push the act away.
I’m shirtless, my body is covered in sweat, and she’s in a sports bra and leggings, her body covered in sweat too.
We’ve been training for two hours, something I demanded after a boy at school cornered her.
The kid has been beaten up but that isn’t the point, she needs to learn to defend herself.
I feel my cock harden as she moves slightly, and I grit my teeth as confusion hits me.
She’s gorgeous. I know this. I’ve always had this thing for her. But fuck, Clark is my best friend's sister. She’s my friend. And I’m fucked up. I shouldn’t be having this reaction to her. Fuck, she’s two years younger than me!
Trying to push away whatever I’m feeling, I say, “Throw your head back. Don’t worry—I’ll move mine, so you don’t connect. Throw your head back, use your body weight to shove me back, then run!”
“He trained with her every fucking weekend after that fuckface tried cornering her at school, refusing to allow anyone else to train her, including her brother. He should have realized then that she was his,” Cage says, and I grunt, not denying his words as I eye the pickaxe.
I blocked all those feelings out, and as soon as the session ended, it was like my mind refused to remember what I was feeling then and there, but I remember now, and yeah, I’m pissed at myself for not claiming her.
“Crusher?” I say as I pick up the pickaxe and feel the weight of it.
“Fucker knocked his guard out and went on the run,” he says with a sneer, and I smirk as I look at Tom Dary, whose eyes are watching me like a hawk, his mouth taped up.
“I do believe, axes are your thing, Mr. Dary,” I say as I walk over to him, “Isn’t that how you chopped that kid's body up after you assaulted him?”
The man begins to shake and mumbles his pleas through the tape, and I grin.
Fucker shouldn’t have gone after my wife.
“Trick, you sure you don’t want me to kill the fucker?” I hear Spike ask, and the brothers chuckle while I remind him, “She’s my wife,” and he grumbles under his breath, but I don’t look his way. Instead, I stare at the soon-to-be-dead man as I lift the axe.
He shakes his head and tries to move his body, but he’s tied down to a chair. I keep my eyes locked on him, then swing the axe down. The blade slices through all four of his fingers.
He screams through the tape as his body jolts and his fingers drop to the floor, blood gushing.
I don’t give him a reprieve and swing the axe down onto his other hand, which I have tied tightly to the table.
He tries to curl his fingers away, but he isn't quick enough.
I slice all four off again. His screams grow louder through the tape, tears pouring down his face as his body jerks and I watch with a smirk.
“You touched my wife. You threatened my wife,” I say coldly as I lean forward. “You really should have listened to my wife…”
“He likes to say ‘my wife’ a lot, doesn’t he?” Crash says with humor, and I give him the middle finger as Dad says, “He’s allowing himself to feel what he’s always felt for her…”
He sounds upset, but I don’t look at him or offer him comfort. I don’t see the point, as far as I’m concerned, he should have protected me better growing up.
Bones comes up behind the fucker and rips the tape off, and he openly cries, causing Bones to roll his eyes.
“If I remember correctly, he wasn’t very tough in prison either, took it up the ass a lot,” Cage says, and I chuckle, I can’t help it as the man's face pales.
“I’m s-sorry,” he chokes, and I allow my face to grow cold as I lift the axe again, and he pleads, “You’re a doctor…”
“And you touched my wife,” I reply just before I swing the axe and embed it into his shin, his screams echoing, making me smile, and I pull the axe out.
“Get comfortable, boys, because it looks like Trick isn’t anywhere near finished,” Cage chuckles, and piss drips from Tom’s chair.
Fucking pussy.
***
“Are you still going to be alright to go on the run in three weeks? Or do you need me to go?” Cage asks as I scrub my hands, and I look his way for a moment before looking down at the sink.
“Drew is heavily pregnant, brother, you can’t go, and we can’t cancel again.
We did that a few months ago because of the Chargers.
I’ll be fine, just keep a close eye on Clark, yeah?
She won’t allow her father or brother near her yet,” I reply as I dry my hands, and Crash’s face pops around the corner.
“When will she speak to me again?” he asks, and I sigh.
“I don’t know, brother, maybe see if Belle can talk some sense into her?” I try, and he winces.
“I’m not really speaking to Belle right now after that shit she spewed,” he admits, and I raise a brow at him.
“She was scared for her friend,” I remind him, and he sighs, knowing I’m right.
“I’ll speak to her,” he grumbles, “but not because I’m still not pissed at her nasty words, but because I miss my fucking sister.”
I put my wedding ring back on just as my dad shows in the doorway and asks, “You got a minute?” and this time I sigh while Cage raises a brow, clearly wanting to know if I’ll talk to him. I give him a slight nod that I will talk to the fucker, and I look at my dad.
“You’ll have to walk and talk, I need to go get my wife so we can pick Willow up,” I state, he nods as I walk over to him, patting Crash’s back, who sulks by the door.
His standing beside me with the whole wedding thing broke whatever trust Clark held in him to the point she’s barely said one word to him in six years, her confirming she’s alright earlier, the first time she’s willingly spoken to him.
Hopefully, Belle can help…
“I messed up, son,” Dad says as we walk up the stairs towards the common room, and I shake my head.
“You can’t leave it twenty years to have a come to Jesus moment, Dad,” I say, “It took my wife to losing her cool for you to open your eyes and see how fucked up I am since that night.”
“It’s not just Clark’s distrust with the club keeping Willow from me, and your mom is it?” he confirms as we walk into the common room, chatter echoing around us.
“No, it isn’t,” I admit, and defeat crosses his face. I sigh, “I’m not trying to hurt you, Dad, I’m just telling you how it is. I used to look up to you, and then you allowed her back into our lives and acted like she never hurt me.”
“She is bipolar son,” he reminds me, but I shake my head.
“Bipolar disorder that I can’t seem to find in any of her medical records,” I retort, and he flinches as I snap, “You never looked into it, you’ve taken her word for it as undiagnosed and not that she is bat shit crazy. I don’t trust you, Dad, and I certainly don’t trust Mom. I’m sorry.”
I walk away from him, ignoring the hurt in his eyes, and I ignore my mom tracking me and walk towards the exit, needing to get home to my girls.
“Trick?” I hear Lavender call, but I ignore the bitch and keep walking.
Her time is nearly up, whether it is from a full vote to remove her or because I’ve killed her, well, that remains to be seen, but her days are fucking numbered.
***
“Buttercup?” I call gently as I walk inside, and my eyes find her instantly on the couch, and I smile to see she’s already changed out of her work uniform and into a simple shirt and jeans.
“You ready to go and get our girl?” I confirm as I swap my bike keys to the truck, and she stands.
“Shouldn’t you sleep?” she asks as she walks over to me, and my eyes go to her neck, the anger hits me yet again, the urge to go and chop that fucker’s body even more pulling me.
“No, buttercup, I want to spend the day with my girls,” I murmur meaning every word because sleep be damned. I gently cup her neck and rub my thumb under the cut.
“I’m okay, Miles, you taught me well,” she tries, and I half smile.
“Did you know that I wanted you then?” I ask as we lock eyes and she raises a brow.
“You were eighteen, you dirty perv,” she sasses, and I grin wide, not denying it.
“Your dirty perv,” I murmur as I gently rub my thumb along her bottom lip.
“I know all this seems sudden for you,” I whisper, “I know it seems like I’ve done a one eighty because I’ve spent five years pushing you away believing you deserved more than me, than club life.
I need you to keep an open mind for me, baby, to see that when I tell you I’m in love with you and I want forever with you, that I mean it. ”
Her eyes race between mine, and she nods and agrees, “I’ll keep my mind open, Miles, because I love you too,” and I press my lips against hers, enjoying the way our bodies light up before I rasp, “Seaside?”
She grins widely and says, “We’ve never been to the seaside together.”
I smirk as I run my fingers through her hair, and I murmur, “Well, I think it’s time to change that.”
“Seaside it is then,” she whispers as she looks at me with hesitation, but also hope, and that is good enough for now.
Kissing her lips one more time, I wrap my arm around her waist and walk her towards the door as I say, “Crash is about to be everywhere you are by the way, and is even going to get Belle to speak to you, he wants his sister back.”
She groans as she leans into me. I chuckle as I guide her out of the house, and she lays her head on my shoulder, contentment running through me.
A man could really fucking get used to this.