Chapter 25

25

Sniper

I storm up the stairs to our old apartment, my brothers at my back, and I have a feeling that's only because I know exactly where I'm going. I don't need Tech to guide me in my ear, instead, he's right behind me, having my back, Brook demanding that he bring her best friend home safely.

We hear a muffled scream as we get to our floor, and I pick up my pace and get to the door. I don't hesitate, lifting my foot, and booting it in, causing it to splinter against the wall. My eyes go around the room and what I see causes rage to burn deep inside.

My girl is barely conscious, laying on the floor, with a soon to be dead fucker trying to tear her leggings off her feet.

Roaring out in anger, I jump over a dead Juicy and come eye to eye with the fucker; his eyes widen as mine glaze over, and I grab hold of his hair, yanking him off my woman.

Doc and Tech rush past me as I boot the fucker in the head, causing him to flip. No other brother, including the Huntsmen, gets involved, allowing me to do what I have to.

"S-She's mine!" the fucker snaps, and I smirk, crouching a little, allowing him to get up as I grab my knife.

"Nah, she only ever saw you as a friend, she was never yours; you took what didn't belong to you and had to abuse her to keep her. Me, on the other hand," I shrug, "she gave me herself." His eyes sharpen as he grabs his knife.

Right now, I should be focused on my girl, on my twins, but I can't, not until this fucker is dead.

I need to keep my promise to my wife.

With a nasty smirk, I rasp, "She gave me everything willingly , including her heart."

He roars in anger and runs toward me, knife held in front of him, but I twist and punch him in the throat, Tech's, "I taught him that," hitting my ears as the fucker coughs and doubles over slightly.

The brothers chuckle, and Axe looks around the room, his eyes widening at seeing his cousins. He shouts, "Why in the fuck are you not helping me, fucking fighting for me? I'm your blood!"

Piston sneers, "You're a waste of fucking breath. She's our sister, our family, and you're a dead man, just not by our hands but by her husband's."

His eyes cloud over with rage, and he roars again, slicing his knife at me. I twist again, stabbing mine into his thigh, and he stumbles as I knock his out of his hand, removing my knife at the same time.

He runs for me again, fists up, but before he can make contact, I grab his neck with one hand as my knife goes into his right eye.

"Holy fuck…" Steel rasps, but I ignore him as Axe screams.

I remove the knife, his eye socket bleeding as I stab his stomach, once, twice, three times—for Phil—my brothers roaring with satisfaction.

Phil's currently in surgery. Luckily, Quinn's dad had popped in just after everything went down, and took over so Doc could come with us.

I remove the knife from Axe's gut after the third thrust, and he stumbles forward a little, coughing blood. I smirk and stab his left eye, and he screams again.

"Theodore," Doc rasps, getting my attention as Axe falls to his knees, clutching his face.

Doc and I lock eyes, and instantly, I know it isn't good. Sorrow and pain shine back at me, and I look at my woman, something I haven't done since seeing her form when rushing into the apartment.

My stomach drops, and fear like no other fills me. Her face is black and blue, an oxygen mask over her mouth and nose, and her bare, swollen stomach bruised, but what terrifies me is the blood between her legs.

I hold my knife out to the brothers, and I rasp, "Piston," allowing him to finish the fucker, knowing he has nothing but guilt over not going to help Aurora that day.

It's hard because if he had, we wouldn't have my daughter, yet my girl wouldn't have been left hurt and traumatized.

Piston takes my knife, but I don't look at him as he squeezes my shoulder. I rush to my girl, kneeling near her head.

I gently cup her cheek and place my other hand on her bump, whispering, "Rip the band-aid off, Doc…."

He places a blanket over her bottom half and whispers back, "Her face is just bruised and swollen. She has a cracked rib and…. Fuck brother, she's bleeding badly, she-she may be losing the babies…."

My eyes tear up, but I nod and gently lean down, kissing her forehead, before looking at him. "Is Uncle Donald aware of the situation yet?"

Snake speaks up, "He is. The hospital is on standby, brother."

I nod. "Let's go!"

Doc squeezes my shoulder and whispers, "I'm so fucking sorry, brother," and I nod again before helping them place my girl on the stretcher Tech brought in.

Right now, my hurt, my pain doesn't matter because once she wakes up and realizes she may have lost the babies, she's going to fall apart, and I'm going to have to pull her back up.

Slowly, we walk past a mutilated Axe and a dead Juicy as the brothers make way for us, my big brother, my father, and Tats staying close as I try and stay strong for my woman.

Fuck, this is going to kill her.

An hour later I'm in the waiting room at the hospital.

Everyone is here, apart from Liv and Cannon, who're both with Phil, who pulled through. Rory's been in surgery for about fifty minutes, being taken straight there when we arrived, and I've been stuck in this cramped room since.

"Autumn's alright, son. She fell asleep in the bunker. Pitbull's taken them home," my dad offers, and I nod, whispering, "We need to hand him the secretary patch soon."

Snake says, "We'll do it next week, brother."

I nod, looking at my hands, then rasp, "I want to put in a motion for something that will effect the whole club." I look up, making eye contact with Snake. I continue, "I want the clubwhores out." His eyes widen. "Some, like Crystal, fine, yes, they can stay, but not to fuck with the brothers. They are there to clean and cook, and we help them get on their feet and finish school. They want to fuck, do it at club parties only." The brothers all look at me with seriousness. I growl, "All the ones who only want a patched brother, I want them gone, or I am."

Guilt burns inside me. My old fuck did this; she helped the fucker get my woman all because she wanted me. The clubwhores are just drama and pathetic women, not willing to work, enjoying a lavish lifestyle. Don't get me wrong, it was good at one point, but as soon as a patched brother they had their eye on finds someone, they turn vicious and crazy.

They don't have a claim on us, and it's about time they figured it out.

Snake nods. "I'll add it to the schedule, brother."

I nod again and look back down at my hands.

I've been sitting on this chair for a while now, arms on my knees, only my girl on my mind, and what has happened to her.

This is my fucking fault.

Juicy wanted me despite knowing her place, and she caused this; she helped the fucker. The clubwhores are jealous bitches and just not worth having around. Most brothers are settling down, it's mainly the first year patched over brothers that want the whores around, and if they don't like it, they know where to go.

It's not called a fucking brothel, it's a brotherhood, a family.

End of.

About another half an hour later, the door to the waiting room opens, and Doc and Kennedy walk in.

Doc has his hand tightly in Ken's, her tears trailing her cheeks, but she soon sobs when she makes eye contact with me, and my stomach bottoms out, my fear taking over.

We lost the babies.