by Land, E. C.
“Yes,” I instantly agree with her. I’ll do anything if it means I can get the hell out of here.
“Good. Then I’ll go start your paperwork.”
“What paperwork?” Jerod’s voice fills the room from the doorway. “Hey baby, what’s going on? You okay?” he says moving to me, placing a kiss on my lips. At my nod, he knits his brows in confusion.
“Twister, right now Izzy is coming off whatever drug Logan gave her. The lab results showed it was a cocktail of heroin, ecstasy, meth, and GHB. There was also something in there the lab was unable to figure out. Izzy is lucky to have not overdosed from the amount she was given. I’m going to go do the paperwork to discharge her,” Connors informs him. At her words, Jerod transforms from my sweet man to Twister, a man you don’t fuck with.
“You telling me that stupid ass cunt gave my woman a date rape drug?” Jerod growls out clenching his fist, ready to punch someone.
“I’m sorry that I allowed this shit to happen. It’s my fault and I take full responsibility,” Connors says looking straight at Jerod.
“Did you fuckin’ shoot Izzy up with that shit?”
“Of course not. I’d never—”
“Then you’re not responsible for shit. You did your job and took care of my ol’ lady. From what I’ve heard, you fired the bitch when you walked here to see what was happening. Now, don’t be blaming anyone but who the blame belongs to.” God, I love this man.
“But… if I’d—”
“But nothing, woman. You heard the Prez, now let it go,” Dragon growls out as him and Gadget step into my line of sight. Damn, I didn’t even know they were here. From the look in their eyes, both men are beyond pissed.
“I’ll go with you, Doctor Connors, while you fill out her discharge papers. This room is filling up with way too much testosterone for me,” Kenny says jokingly, attempting to lighten the mood in the room.
When the door closes, Jerod sits on the side of the bed, trapping my legs between his thigh and arm as he leans over me. With the position he’s in, I have no choice but to look at him or up at the ceiling.
“Baby, I’m sorry I fuckin’ left you alone. I should’ve waited until Kenny got here before leaving. I never thought this shit would happen to you. You’ve gone through so much shit in the last few days. I need to know your okay.”
“I’m okay, Twist, I promise,” I say doing my best not to slur my words. From the look he gives me, I know he doesn’t believe me.
“Swear to fuck, this shit stops. You don’t have to be tough in front of me. I’ve told you time and time again, I’ll always be there for you. Let me take care of you. Now, tell me the fuckin’ truth, you okay?” Jerod growls directly in front of my face.
“No, I’m not but I will be when I get home,” I say truthfully.
“Fuck yeah you will be. I’ll make sure you have everything you need.”
“Prez, you need us to do anything,” Gadget asks from where he’s been standing behind Jerod. I’d forgotten we have company in the room. Jerod tends to do that to me, make me forget everything and everyone surrounding me.
“See about getting a cage here to take Izzy home.”
“You go it, Prez. Izzy, glad you’re getting to come home. You better do exactly what Doc says otherwise, I’ll make sure your back in here. I know she’s doing it against her own conscious,” Dragon says looking towards the door that Connors went out.
“Don’t worry, Dragon, I plan to stay in bed for the next month sleeping,” I slur without caring.
“Don’t worry, brother. Izzy will do what she’s told otherwise, I’ll be putting her over my knee when she is healed enough,” Jerod smirks. I inwardly shiver at the thought of him spanking my ass. He knows how much I would love for him do just that.
“Alright, you’re ready to go, Izzy. Please remember though, you need to do as I said until I give you the go ahead. I’ll swing by first thing in the morning before coming in here,” Connors says coming in the room with all the papers that will let me out of this place.
“Don’t worry, I’ll make sure she listens,” Jerod says reaching for the paperwork waiting to be signed. Once signed, Connors goes to get a wheelchair, Dragon and Gadget on her heels. Poor woman doesn’t know what she’s in for with them. They seem to have an unspoken claim on her.
“Come on, babe, let’s get you dressed,” Jerod says pulling clothes out of a bag Kenny brought with her earlier today. I should’ve thought to put the clothes on way before now but then again, I also couldn’t move thanks to nurse twat face.
Jerod helps me dress in a tank top and yoga capris. Thankfully, Kenny also packed my favorite zip-up hoodie since she forgot to pack a bra. I might not be completely heavy up top but the girls aren’t small enough to leave hanging in the wind.
“Alright, woman, let’s get you home and in bed. If you’re good, maybe you can convince me to give you a sponge bath later.” Jerod grins as he lifts me off the bed and into the wheelchair. As much as I don’t want to be in the damn thing, I know I don’t have the strength to walk out of here. I close my eyes, letting him guide the chair toward the exit. Outside, Kenny leaves us to go to her own car.
“Hey Prez, I told the prospects to bring a trailer with them when they come. Didn’t think you would want to leave Izzy alone on the ride back to the clubhouse,” Gadget says coming from out of nowhere. The fucker has a way of popping up on you like a fucking ghost. Hell, that’s what his road name should be, not Gadget.
“Thanks, brother. Let’s get out of here,” Jerod says locking the chair in place. He doesn’t say anything as he lifts me up once more into his arms, and without missing a beat, he climbs into the back of the SUV.
“I can sit on the seat you know.”
“Yeah, I know you can, but I want you in my arms. I haven’t been able to hold you against me for days now.” Jerod places a kiss against the top of my head.
Closing my eyes as the SUV pulls away from the curb, I curl into Jerod even more. Finally, I feel safe again. He makes everything better by simply being near, though when I’m in his arms, Jerod holds the world at bay for me. I let myself succumb to sleep not needing to fight to stay awake any longer.
My man will protect me.
32
Twister
Gently, so not to wake Izzy, I climb out of bed to get ready for church. We got home a couple of hours ago, and Izzy is still passed out. From the looks of it, I doubt she will be waking up anytime soon. She’s exhausted both physically and mentally.
Within the last week alone, Izzy has gone from being kidnapped, beaten, drugged, and molested. I don’t know how she’s not having a mental break down from it all. Looking down at her now, she looks peaceful in her sleep as if no demons can harm her. I want nothing more than to climb in next to her, surround her with my warmth.
Fuck, the universe decided it needed to take a shit on the entire club here recently. I need to get into church and get ready to hear all the rest of the shit-storms heading in our direction. Like I need something else to happen right now.
Walking into the room where we hold church; I take a breath, moving to take my seat at the head of the table. I’ll never forget the day that Stoney told me that I’d be the President of this charter. It was a fuckin’ honor. Right now, however, I feel like I’m letting the entire club down with the way I’ve handled shit lately. Shaking my head, I look up at the door, scanning each of my brothers’ faces as they walk into the room taking their own places at the table.
Picking the gavel up, I slam it on the table calling church to session. “Brothers, I want to start with the fact I know I’ve been fucking up lately. I’m sure there’s a few of you that are more than pissed with me at the moment. I’ve let my emotions take control when it shouldn’t have. If you want to vote to replace me, I get it. I’d want the same if I was in your position.”
“Prez, no disrespect but what the fuck are you talking about? From where I’m sitting, you did what every other man in this room would h
ave done. Hell, I’ve been in your shoes. We all know how I flipped when Kenny was taken,” Horse interrupts me not letting me finish what all I planned to say.
“Horse is right, Prez. You’ve had our backs when we needed you there, why would you think we’d not have yours? Just because you’ve been distracted lately by the shit threatening Izzy doesn’t mean you never thought of the club. At some point, you have to put your ol’ lady in the same category as the club, if not higher.” As Thorn finishes his statement, mutters of agreement fill the room. “Now, let’s move on, Prez.”
“Alright then, let’s get to it. As you all know, Ratchet, the Prez of the Dragons Fire MC, wants a sit down with me in regards to the docks. Today, we found out shit we never anticipated, Izzy’s mom being Ratchet’s sister for one thing. Another thing, the nurse that attacked my ol’ lady is also his daughter. With Izzy’s mom dead by my hands, he could declare war on the club in retaliation. I’m meeting him tomorrow over in Chester. I want Rage, Thorn, and Hades with me.”
“I don’t like the idea of you going with only three other men, Prez,” Horse says sitting up straight in his chair.
“I need most of you here. We don’t know what they might do. Taking only a few of you will show them fuckers we’re not weak,” I say, looking around the table. My brothers nod their heads in agreement. “If Ratchet decides to declare war, he’s gonna have to bring it to us. I won’t allow him to catch us off guard. We will show the Dragons Fire you don’t fuck with the DRMC. Now, to move on is the fuckwad that took my woman still alive after the beating you all gave him?”
Laughter fills the room at my question. “That fucker is barely breathing. He shit himself before we even started fuckin’ with him. I think you put the fear of God in him, Prez,” Horse chuckles.
“Well, then I guess we better go send the dickwad to the devil,” I say banging the gavel down.
Standing up, all my brothers follow me through the clubhouse, heading toward the shed. Time for another fucker to die by my hands.
* * *
Looking down at the piece of shit laying on the floor, taking in the handy work of my brothers. They did a number on him. Terrance’s face is completely jacked to the point he can’t see out of either eye along with his nose being deformed.
“Wake up, fucker.” Kicking him in the ribs, he groans. Kneeling down next to him, I pull my gun out, placing it against his dick, gaining a whimper from the dumbass. “You got anything you want to say before I send you to meet your maker?”
“P…Plea…Please don’t kill me. I’m sorry. I’ll do whatever you want me to,” Terrance bawls out.
“Oh, you’ll be doing that anyway. Gadget, bring me the papers you typed up for me.” I hold my other hand out taking the papers. I’d had Gadget draw up papers for all the properties he owned, and we wanted. “I know you can’t see what I’m holding in my hand, but these papers in my hand you’re going to sign, handing over several properties. Now, I’m going to hand you a pen, you’ll sign, then I’ll decide if I want to be merciful or not,” I say pulling the gun back enough and sliding it up to his face, finally moving back.
Terrance moves to sit up, taking the papers and pen, he slowly signs each one of them without a word. When done, the fucker places the pen down on top of all the papers, looking up to the ceiling like he was trying to pray.
“Please don’t kill me. Please, I don’t want to die,” Terrance bawls, begging for his life. He doesn’t get the fact that he fucked up when he took my ol’ lady.
“You can beg all you want, asshole, but I decide your fate. Since you signed the papers without an issue, I won’t burn you alive like I did the cunt from earlier. I think I have something else in mind for you and the beauty of what I’m about to do to you, nurse cunt gets to watch. Maybe she will learn a valuable lesson in fuckin’ with my woman,” I say moving to the tool table. “Brothers, let’s get him chained to the center of the room.”
As I’m looking through the tools, examining each one, I pick up a wicked knife that looks like it’s from the medieval era. The handle curves around my hand as I grab it, with the blade being wide and thick like a chopping knife you use in the kitchen. Perfect for what I have planned.
Turning back to the room, I find the brothers have formed a circle around the room. Walking toward the whimpering dick, I stop long enough to pick the papers up off the floor, handing them to the closest brother. Making my way to Terrance, I ignore his begging as I use the knife to cut through his clothes, leaving him naked where he stands. Looking down at his dick, I place the blade along the base slicing it off in one swift motion. His screams of agony are music to my ears.
“Did you really think that I would let you die mercifully, you dipshit? My brothers beat the shit out of you, giving you the same treatment that you gave my ol’ lady. You got mercy from them, me on the other hand, fuck no,” I say picking his dick up off the ground. “Were you planning on using this pathetic excuse of a limp noodle on my woman? Fuck man, it ain’t worth shoving up your ass as I planned.”
Stepping to the side, reaching around the now dickless man and yanking on the back of his head, I shove the dick in his mouth. Placing my hand over his mouth to keep him from spitting it out, I make him swallow the puny thing. Once I know he’s swallowed, I step back, grabbing a piece of PVC pipe and smile. “Before you die, I want you to feel what you planned for Izzy.” Going around behind him, I hold one end of the pipe, ramming the other up Terrance’s ass. The sounds of his screams are music to my ears. “How do you like having something shoved up there? If you like that, you’re gonna love this,” I say picking up the blow torch. Turning it on high, I slide the torch through the PVC pipe burning him from the inside. “Die fucker,” I whisper when he goes still.
“Fuck, Prez, that was some sick shit,” Horse says looking pale.
“I think I’m gonna be sick after seeing that. Remind me never to piss you off, Prez,” Hades groans walking around the mess I created in the middle of the room.
“Fucker shouldn’t have messed with my ol’ lady,” I say looking over to the corner of the room where our last problem to deal with is chained. “You’re next bitch, I don’t give a damn who your daddy is. You don’t fuck with the property of the Devil’s Riot, especially an ol’ lady. You fucked up. However, I’m going to let Izzy deal with you. I’m sure she will love to be the one to fuck you up and put a bullet in between your eyes.” Her eyes widen as she curls into a small ball trying to blend in with the wall.
“Let’s get out of here, brothers, send the prospects in here to clean this shit up. I need a shower and some fuckin’ sleep. Anything else will have to wait until tomorrow,” I say moving toward the door. Usually, I stand back and observe the torture happening but today, I’ve dealt with two pieces of shit that deserved to die by my hand.
“Look, on the bright side, we didn’t have to pay shit for the building we wanted for the tattoo shop and got even more buildings in our name so we can expand to whatever,” Gadget laughs waving the papers in the air. I can’t help but laugh with him along with every other brother as we make our way back into the clubhouse.
“Alright brothers, I’ll see y'all in the morning before Rage, Thorn, Hades, and I head to Chester for the meet,” I say moving down the hall.
Walking into my room, I find Izzy in the same position I left her in. Not wanting to wake her, I quietly walk into the bathroom. I turn the shower on to get warm while I remove the second set of clothing of the day that will need to be thrown out. Once the water is streaming hot, I step in scolding my skin. Scrubbing my body, I wipe any trace of the day away. I sigh tiredly, ready for all this shit to be over with. “When all this shit is done, I’m taking Izzy and getting away for a few days, I need a damn vacation,” I mutter to myself.
“They never said being Prez would be easy.” Izzy’s voice fills the room.
“What are you doing up?” I ask whipping my head around, seeing her leaning against the countertop.
“I hear
d the shower come on, so I figured I’d come to check on you. And by the way, a vacation would be lovely, but can you wait until I get the cast off my wrist?” That’s my woman— always needing to use that smart-ass mouth of hers.
“Babe, we can go whenever you want to go.”
“Good, then the day I get this cast off, be prepared to take me to the beach. I want to go see the lighthouses and lay out in the sun while listening to the crash of the waves,” she says.
“You got it, baby, now go lay back down. I’ll join you in a second,” I say shutting off the shower, and opening the door to grab my towel hanging next to it. Izzy doesn’t move as she stares at my body, her eyes roaming over every inch of me before connecting with my own.
“Don’t look at me like that when I can’t fuck you, babe. You just had some major surgery and can’t do shit until you’re cleared,” I tell her at the spark of need filling her eyes. Stepping out of the shower, I watch her as I finish drying off. At the lick of her lips, I groan. “Fuck, you're killin’ me here. Come on, let’s get you back in bed. You’re not supposed to be up unless you absolutely have to be.”
“Party pooper. I’m fine, yeah, my head and wrist hurt like hell, but it’s better to feel the pain from those than the effects of whatever that shit was nurse twat face gave me. Can we at least watch a movie?” I don’t bother asking her if she wants something for pain. I can understand her wanting to feel the pain of it over being drugged anymore than she’s already been today.