Chapter 17

Doc – One Week Later

I sighas I down the shot of whiskey in front of me, needing to drink this fucking day away.

Quinn was shot saving Noah, and is lucky to be alive. Jingles, a clubwhore, and Noah's biological mother, held a gun to his head, upset that she didn't get Breaker's patch after he was born, and decided to blame a fucking child. Turns out the bitch needed money for drugs, so she was working with some fuckers trying to take over our town, fuckers that both Breaker and Tats have been trying to get rid of. She claimed she wasn't going to shoot him, but where she hit Quinn yesterday, would have been Noah's head.

I sigh, dropping my head. I finally heard Ken's voice again after a week of radio silence. I honestly thought she'd call after reading the letters, but she didn't…. Fuck, Smokey hasn't left me alone, though. Even now, I can feel the fucker's eyes burning into my back, so I know she read at least one in the truck with him, yet nothing. Fucking nothing.

I play with the glass and say loudly in the half-full common room, "Go home to your women, Smoke."

I hear him chuckle and rasp, "Liv knows why I'm here and is all for it, and April is asleep. I'll go home when you do."

I groan, dropping my head on the bar. I feel him sit next to me, the smell of smoke hitting me. When he pats my back, I mumble, "I'm telling Liv you're smoking again," making him chuckle, knowing full well she'll smell it on him when he gets home. He'll be in the doghouse for about twenty minutes before she'll need him.

Shaking my head, I open my mouth to tell him to just go home, that I won't do a Breaker and let someone suck me off, when I hear a screech, and we both turn around.

"What the fuck," Smoke mumbles beside me, and I nod because…what the actual fuck.

Celine, Snake's old squeeze, has her hands gripped in Crystal, a clubwhores, hair and is currently dragging her off Bulldozer, Breaker's grandfather"s cock, and I don't even think; I grab my phone and hit record as I mutter, "Bulldozer must be good in the sack," making Smokey snort, choking on his beer mid sip. Celine grabs Crystal"s tit, squeezing it hard, fighting dirty, after chucking her on the floor. Crystal, being brought up around fighting, punches Celine in the face. I chuckle as Celine slumps down, but my chuckle soon dies, my mouth hanging open as she screeches, "I'm pregnant, bitch!"

"Please tell me Breaker does not have an uncle or aunt on the way…." Smokey mutters in shock. I can't even answer him…. I'm speechless.

The dude is in his sixties, and I could swear he had the snip….

Crystal looks at Bulldozer in shock while he just chuckles and admits, "I'm firing blanks, bitch. Now fuck off and stop trying to trap a brother just because Snake no longer wants you." Celine's cheeks redden as she roughly moves her black hair away from her face, but Bulldozer doesn't acknowledge her anymore as he snaps, "Crystal, get your ass back on my cock."

She listens, giggling, and climbs on his cock as Celine screeches in outrage.

"And the shows over," I state and turn on my seat, Smokey following suit as the front door slams. I stop the recording, sending it to my girl because, hey, why not….

"She just needs some time, brother," he says, seeing what I've just done.

I shake my head and admit, "I thought she would have called after reading some of the letters, and I know she read some because you won't leave me the fuck alone. Fuck, even after speaking to her yesterday, she's gone back to ignoring me."

He turns his body toward me, and I tilt my head his way as he says bluntly, "Alright, for nearly a year, she thought you lied to her, right?" I nod. "She thought you wanted Prue; watched her parade around in your cut. She thought you claimed another woman and used her to have what you shouldn't have, correct?"

I growl, hating that I put those thoughts in her head, not having the time to explain myself, knowing I couldn't over the phone. I bark, "What's your point, brother?"

He gives me a sad smile, "My point, Lucas, is that right now, she's gone from thinking you were a lying piece of shit, purposely hurting her, to her reading your pain. She thought you've been with Prue the whole time she's been gone, only to realize you spent the time nearly fucking killing yourself because you couldn't cope with the loss of her, while us fucking brothers have been blind. She's found out that you hurt her to save her. Her head is a mess, Lucas, a big fucking mess of emotions that she needs to dissect. She's gone from hating you to hating herself for hurting you."

My eyes tear up, and I look away from him to the empty shot glass. I shake my head, whispering, "I don't want her to hate herself. I just want her home."

He grips my shoulder and rasps, "Right now, she's not going to come home, brother; she's not going to answer your calls, especially while Prue is still around. Seeing her wear your cut and now knowing why, she'll want to hand herself in to the Feds. So, instead, she's going to finish the program, and she's going to read every single letter, before she decides whether she's going to continue to run, or grab hold of you and never let go."

I squeeze my eyes tight, trying to control the urge to cry like a pussy, and ask, "Since when did you become so insightful?"

He chuckles. "Since Liv, obviously. Before her, I was a fucking idiot."

I nod with a chuckle as my phone goes off, and I sigh, thinking it's probably Prue again. She left after Quinn got shot, claiming to not feel safe here right now, and has been demanding for me to go see her. It's bad enough she's all over me when she's here in front of the brothers, like fuck am I going to be alone with her; I might end up killing the bitch.

I grab my phone from my pocket, and seeing the name, my heart pounds. Smokey leans over and grins wide, reading her words.

My Pixie: Great, now I have to bleach my eyes!

My phone goes off again, and I bite my bottom lip.

My Pixie: Just give me some time to figure my head out.

"How much time, though?" I ask out loud, and Smokey grips the back of my neck in support as my dad sits next to me on the other side.

I raise a brow at him; I thought he had a date planned with Shell.

He shakes his head. "Violet gave Shelly several prank ideas. I ran before she could get me, only to come in here and see my fucking father-in-law getting fucked by Crystal." I chuckle but soon groan at his next words, "By the way, I'm pretty sure Shelly's hidden paint bombs in your old room and some in your house."

"Fuck…" I mutter as Smokey bangs his head on the bar.

He states, "We're all fucking doomed."

I nod, spinning my empty shot glass, and my father pats my back, then murmurs, "I spoke to Tech. He's been given a new lead. He says it could take a few months; he doesn't want to go in guns blazing. Apparently, he thinks he knows where the footage is being kept, but there's always someone there, and he wants to do some surveillance first."

I nod, happy that we're close. "And if Kennedy decides to stay in New York, you know what I'm going to do, right?"

My dad flinches as Smokey groans. "Brother, please…."

I shake my head. "You read some of those letters, Smoke, and Dad experienced it. I need her. I have always needed her."

My dad sighs as Smokey drops his head. I won't lie to them. Wherever Kennedy decides to stay after we find the footage, I'll be there with her.

"Who died?" Breaker asks, and I look up to see him behind the bar, grabbing a bottled water.

"How's Quinny?" I ask, ignoring his question.

He smiles. "Good, she's sleeping, though I do still need to spank her ass for getting shot."

I smirk. "It"s not nice when the love of your life puts herself in danger for you, is it?"

He mock glares at me before saying, "So, come on, who died?"

I sigh as Dad growls, "Your stepbrother here has decided if Kennedy doesn't return, he'll be handing in his fucking patch."

Breaker tilts his head toward me and states, "We didn't let Tats hand his patch in after most of the old timers treated him like fucking shit growing up, so what makes you think we'll let you? Better yet, what fucking makes you think I will let you?"

I shake my head and rasp, "Brother, I won't survive without Kennedy."

He grins and leans forward, before happily stating, "Then it's a good thing she's decided to return home after the program finishes." I suck in a breath as my dad grips my neck. Breaker continues, "It's a good thing that our girl will be back to working at the hospital as a NICU nurse."

I let out the breath I sucked in, my tears starting to fall as I drop my head in my hands. I don't focus on the "our girl" comment, only that she's coming home.

She's coming home. My girl is coming home….

"Now you need to keep it together, brother," Breaker rasps, gripping my shoulder. "Keep a hold of that hope. She loves you; she just needs a breather."

I nod and take deep breaths, before my phone goes off again. I smile, quickly checking it, only to scowl.

Prue: I've decided I want another baby. I'm your old lady, and it's time you started treating me like it. I want to discuss setting a wedding date and a time for me to move in. You have a month, or the footage is going to the Feds.

I bite my bottom lip, anger overtaking me as I throw my shot glass. The brothers look at me in shock as my dad rasps, "Talk to me, son…."

I shake my head and admit, "Time's now ticking. She wants a wedding and a baby. She"ll send the footage if I don't treat her like my old lady. She's given me a month to make my decision. Tech needs to hurry the fuck up."

The brothers curse as Smokey grabs his phone, "I'll call Snake. I'll let him know what's going on."

I nod and stand, moving to the back door; the room feels stuffy, my anger overriding me yet again.

I head to the tree where Breaker usually takes out his anger with a bat, and grab the bat leaning against it before I start swinging. I know the brothers are standing there, watching, especially Smokey, but I ignore them and take my anger out on the tree. Breakers, "Fuck, we should have left the axe out for him; Sniper's going to be pissed," just hitting my ears through my haze.