“Late. We’ve got a big problem.”
“Oh, yeah. What’s that?”
He folds his arms over his chest. “Trinity’s gone. That’s what.”
Fucking hell. I should have known the crazy bitch would go off and do something stupid.
“Word is that the Blazing Demons got her. Trin is fucked in the head but she seems to care about you. Question is how much do you care about her and what are you willing to do about it?”
I scrub a hand over my face.
“I’m going to go get my bitch. That’s what.”
“I knew I liked you, man.”
“Sorry about the bitch.” I snort as I step over her body and get dressed.
“She was new, one of Trin’s girls, no loss for me.” He flips out his phone and texts someone, probably to come get the body. “You and Thrash good?” he asks, watching me.
I shrug. “It is what it is. I wouldn’t turn down pussy, taken or not, so he didn’t do something I wouldn’t have done.” I just wish it hadn’t been with my pussy. All I saw when she was blowing the fucker was red, I ended up leaving the room with the bitch that’s dead on the floor before I did something the club would end me for.
Hush nods. “Good, need your head on straight. He’s one of the brothers going with you to get Trinity back, and he’s going to help out with starting up the club with you and Trin. He’s good with vetting people.”
Great. The fucker that touched my woman is coming. Will I have to see them fucking too? Trinity is pissed at me right now, might want me dead, but I’m gonna make her fucking listen to me, after I spank the shit outta her for running off last night. Crazy bitch. Why she gotta be so damn impulsive for?
Now I gotta gear up and ride out to go kill my former club for fuckin’ with my bitch. She may think she don’t want me, but I know she loves me and is lashing out because she’s hurt. No one ever taught her how to love and process her emotions. I get that. My dad was shit, but my mom she loved me. I know what that shit feels like and Trinity has never had that and what’d I go and do? The first chance I got to get my own club I fuckin’ threw her under the bus to take it. But what she failed to realize is I was doing that shit for her. Didn’t want to see her lose all that she built to some other bastard who’d give her hell. I was ready to fucking hand it over to her and step aside if that’s what she wanted. I was hoping she’d want to run it with me. Us as fucking equals.
I feel like a damn pussy, but since meeting Trin she’s made me realize it’s okay to care sometimes.
I’m going to make her ass raw and bleeding for it but I fucking care about the crazy cunt.
I grab what I want from the armory room and Thrash and the boys riding out with us do the same. Ain’t no-fucking-body gonna stop me from getting to Trinity.
Chapter 24
Trin
The moment Killer stormed off with his whore, I knocked Thrash out and the girls snuck me out the back of the clubhouse. I’ve been walking down this stupid backroad trying to remember where it meets the highway.
Fucking Killer made me fall for him and he betrayed me. One day I’ll pay him back for that shit but not today. I had to get out of there before I killed them all. It’s close to dawn and I was hoping to be long gone by now. I will be once I get to the main road. They think they can fuck with me. I kick at a pebble. Well they can fucking kick rocks and eat dirt. Let’s see them try to run my shit without me.
Finally I hear the sound of cars and break through the trees to the main road.
Hitchhiking is illegal but I know some poor bastard will stop for me. I’m wearing this little white sundress one of the girls gave me and my black leather riding boots. My bag is slung across my back and my hair is whipping around my face as the cars and trucks blow past me.
I hear the rumble of a group of motorcycles and my blood runs cold. I’m on the open road and there is nowhere to go. If Killer tries to touch me, I swear to fuck I will cut off his fingers and gouge his damn eyes out.
I breathe an air of relief when they roar on past me until I catch the eye of one man rolling slowly past me and look at the paint job on his motorcycle seeing the blazing head of a demon.
Fucking fuck. I knew I should have kept my damn gun on me. It’s hidden in my bag, but I do have my knife in my boot. The bastard signals the men and they all start circling me. I toss my bag aside and crouch, reaching for my knife.
Big Pete stops his motorcycle in front of me and holds out a hand. “Come easy, Trin. Nobody needs to die today.”
The fuck they don’t. I pull my knife and throw it. It hits he bastard who recognized me in the throat. He doesn’t even realize the blade is dug in for a couple seconds. I blow him a kiss as his hands go to his neck. Swiping my bag, I accept the fat fuck’s hand.
“Always have to be a hard ass, don’t you, girl?”
I shrug and climb on his bike behind him.
“Let’s get this shit over with. Take me to see Flame.”
“He’s already waiting for you. After that call you made yesterday, he sent us out to storm the Jack Devils clubhouse to bring you home.”
“Home.” I snort. “I have no home.” My heart betrays my mind though and Killer comes to the front of my thoughts. I thought I was home when I was with him. But it was all a lie. Another trick to get what he wanted from me. Money and power do shit to men. I thought he was different but he’s no better than the rest.
We pull up to an abandoned building, well looks like it to me, but the second we get inside it’s full of people milling around. Bagging drugs in one area, piecing together guns in another. Nice set up they have going on. I’m shoved forward and fall to my knees.
“Stay down.” Flame growls, standing over me glaring. “You’ve made quite the mess lately. You knew killing Blaze would get you payback but did it anyways.”
I shrug. “Damn right, that fucker murdered my sister.” He backhands me, causing me to fall to my back.
“Ever think that cunt deserved it? You could have just let it go.”
Smirking I sit back up. “I know she deserved it, she more than deserved it, but it was my right to take that bitch out. Blaze ruined it.” Realization dawns in his eyes and he steps back.
He clicks his tongue and looks to Big Pete. “Things might have been different had we known that.” He paces the room. “Petey here knew the history between your sister and yourself. Once Blaze found out about her getting men to rape you and causing you to get rid of all the kids she forced inside ya, he wanted to make sure she suffered. Did you know how he did that exactly?”
I shake my head. Big Pete was the one to tell me she was shot.
“Well you see, Petey here went to high school with your sister. They were hot and heavy, it wasn’t until he was riding through town and saw you, that shit changed. He found out everything he could, before turning that cunty sister of yours over to Blaze. You ever wonder why one day she was dating that rapist fuck and the next was with Blaze?” Flame is starting to make an awfully lotta sense, and I don’t like where this is going.
“We took turns passing the bitch around, making sure to go in her ungloved once her tests came back clean. And then we did to her what she did to you. Sliced her open, tearing the fetus out of her.” He points to a part in the warehouse that has jars of shit displayed, and that’s when I notice it. They kept the dead fetus as a trophy. Well fuck.
I rub my temples. “Okay so what, am I just supposed to say thank you? And honestly why do any of that for me at all? None of you knew me.”
“You’re the club princess, of course we’d do that shit for you,” Big Pete says gruffly. I look to him, eyes narrowed, and I finally see it. Fuck. This can’t be right.
“No,” I whisper.
“Yeah Trinity, you’re mine. If you’d just talked to Blaze or me when shit was happening, none of this would be going on right now. Instead, we have to end you. You murdered a brother, club president, and your blood uncle.”
I turn back to Flame wh
o has his gun trained on me. “You gonna do it or what? I’m sick of story time, I didn’t care to find out who my birth father was before, and I don’t give a shit now. Plus, I’m legit sick. You do realize I fucked my uncle before I murdered him, right?” I shudder. “That fucker knew too didn’t he, knew I was blood yet still let me ride his cock.”
Flame shrugs. “He had demons. A cunt is a cunt. Now any last words?”
“Nope,” I say as I close my eyes. I don’t want these fucks to be the last people I see as I lay dying. The sound a gun going off causes me to jump, but I don’t feel anything. Opening my eyes slightly I take in the body on the ground. Flame is dead, with Petey standing next to me.
“Couldn’t let him hurt my kid,” he tells me as he helps me off the floor. Everyone else is still milling around the room, as if nothing is happening. Like it’s an every day normal fucking thing.
I’m about to thank Petey when an explosion is set off, and I hear people shouting in Italian. There is no way we’re getting out of this bullshit alive. Petey throws an arm across me when a section of the warehouse collapses.
Pedro Luciano walks through the smoke and debris as the workers who were packaging the drugs flees from the scene. His gun is trained on my sperm donor. “I see you collected the package. I’ll be taking the cunt into my possession now.”
“She didn’t kill Micah. It was one of my men and he’s being dealt with. You don’t have any jurisdiction here, old man. Put your toy away before you get hurt.”
The old bastard laughs, his skin stretching across his face. “You disrespectful son of a bitch. Do you know what this whore has costs me?”
“She’s taken out both my brothers but she’s my blood. If you want her. You’ll go through me to get her.”
Pedro Luciano cocks his gun. “Seems fair that your seed killed mine therefore I kill her, don’t you think?”
Petey step in front of me and Pedro pulls the trigger as motorcycles rumble outside distracting him. He misfires, striking Petey in the left shoulder. I duck and roll behind a shelf. I’m no coward but all I have are my fists. I never got my knife back from the asshole on the highway I killed.
Chapter 25
Killer
Rolling up to the warehouse I know they would have taken Trinity to I am nearly thrown from my bike when a wall of the building is blown out. Pedro Luciano and his men file into the building through the hole he made with his bomb.
Workers are fleeing some bleeding, others collapsing as they fall to the ground and succumb to their wounds.
Fuck me. This shit couldn’t be easy could it? I signal Thrash to take the rest of our crew to the other side to infiltrate from the back and take out Pedro and whoever else gets in my fucking way of getting to Trinity. When I enter the building, I see people crumpled under the debris. I also spot Flame, my former Pres dead from a gunshot to the temple. Trinity didn’t take him out. It’s not her style. The Blazing Demons are fighting the Luciano gunmen. Bullets spray throughout the room but I’m not finding Trinity anywhere. Pedro is standing over Petey read to take him out.
The fat bastard was always good to me. He may be my enemy now, but I’ve known him since I was a kid. He used to date my mom when my old man walked out on us. He taught me how to shoot a gun. Brought me the first whore who took my virginity. The same bitch I choked to death the first time. He knew I had a darkness in me, and he taught me how to use it to get by in life.
He came to see me when I was in prison. Made sure I had commissary money and protection on the inside.
Sneaking up on Luciano. I smell piss and wonder if ol’ Petey wet himself but that’s when I see the stream jetting out and hitting Petey in the face. This old bastard is pissing on the man I once thought of as my mentor.
The fat fuck deserves better than this. Even if he is a bastard. There’s a war being fought around us. Bullets are spraying everywhere, and I have to duck from taking one. Thrash gets the Mob fucker who was trying to protect Pedro, and I take the opportunity to get my arm around his throat in a choke hold. I don’t waste anytime I snap- the old bastard’s neck and drop him to the floor.
I crouch down with my gun drawn to check Petey’s pulse. His eyes open and he coughs up a little blood then smiles at me. “Save, Trin. Protect my daughter,” he says coughing up more blood and shocking the fucking hell outta me.
I give him a chin lift and his eyes droop closed once more. He’s been shot a few times. I don’t know if he’ll make it much longer but finding Trinity is my goal right now.
I maneuver through the warehouse unable to find her amidst the chaos.
I’m attacked from behind, a fist punches me in he back of the head but not hard enough to take me down. I spin around, pulling a blade from my hip and dig into this dumb fucker’s neck.
I shove him backwards and keep moving. Thrash and the boys have already taken out the rest of Pedro’s men and are finishing off what’s left of the Blazing Demons.
The noise begins dying down and the bullets stop flying.
I hear a cough coming from behind a turned over shelf and that’s when I see her boot. Fucking hell. Fuck me. Trin’s gotta be okay.
“Help me,” I yell out and few of the guys who aren’t on the brink of exhaustion help me get the heavy shelf out of the way.
Trin’s laying on the floor in a white dress. I smile at her until I see the blood staining her left side under breast. I drop to me knees and cradle her in my arms.
“I’ve got you, baby. I’ve got you now.” I press my lips to hers. “Get me a truck you fucks. I’ve gotta get her to the hospital,” I bark, and someone runs off.
“Look at me, Trinity. Let me see you. Open your eyes.”
**
Trinity
“Damn, baby, you’re losing a lot of blood,” Killer says, putting pressure on my wound, but we both know I’m not walking away from this. He softens his expression when he sees the look in my eyes. I’m going to fade out faster than either of us want. I took a bullet right under my ribs on my left side and I’m pretty damn sure it punctured my lung. It hurts to breathe. I know I’m dying.
I need him to know that I do love the bastard. I do. “You know I love you, don’t you? I need to hear you say that you know that if I could’ve gone straight and been good ever in my life, I would’ve for you.”
“Stop talking like you’re dying, Trin. You’re not going any-fucking-where. I’m going to get you out of here, and I’m going to take care of you. We’ll get our fresh start. I’ll buy you a house, but we’ll paint the picket fence black. You’re going to marry me. I’ll get down on one knee with a real diamond ring. Biggest fuckin’ diamond. Then you’ll have my baby.”
“You paint a pretty picture, Caleb.” My eyes flutter. I’m trying to hold on for him, but it’s damn hard.
“No. Trin. Open your eyes. You never call me Caleb. Wake up, baby.”
It hurts to breathe much less open my eyes. Blood is filling my lungs I can taste it at the back of my throat and feel it in my ears.
“Ride or die, baby. Ride or die,” he whispers, wrapping my fingers over the hilt of my favorite blade. “If you go, you take me with you.”
I try to touch his face and he leans down to kiss my lips, tasting the blood that is running out my mouth now.
“Fuck,” he cries. I never knew this man had tears. He draws the knife up with my hand. “I love, you, Trin,” he says sinking it in his jugular. I feel the spray of his blood hitting my face and then everything fades to black and there is noting but darkness and the burning of hell welcoming me home.
The End…just kidding. Keep reading for the epilogue.
Epilogue
Killer
Some people say tigers can’t change their stripes, but Trin and me, we’ve come a long mother fuckin’ way. When I found her in the warehouse, she had been shot and was dosing in and out of consciousness. She kept talking like she was dying, but she wasn’t. The shelf that fell over on her was full of roxy dust, some sort of drug
cocktail, and the shit was making her hallucinate.
I was able to get her to the Jacks Devils’ doc, and he fixed her right up. Once he pulled the bullet out and stitched her up and the drugs filtered through her system, I was waiting for her to try to kill me, but she smiled at me and said, “Hey.” And then the crazy bitch asked me to marry her.
I was afraid to say no.
I can’t say that Petey had luck as good as ours. The fat fucker died that day at the warehouse. Trin told me that he was her dad, and we got to talking. Funny thing is, we both felt an instant connection to each other, but that’s because we already had one. We met as kids one time on the playground. There was a bird with a broken wing near the swing set. I remember this little blonde headed girl scooping the bird up into her hands. I thought she was going to save it, but she smiled at me then snapped its neck.
I think I fell in love with her back then even if I didn’t know what the feelings meant or who she even was.
Not long after we were married my girl found out she was expecting a baby. When we first found out we were having a kid, we were both scared as fuck. Hell, we even went to the clinic to see about an abortion, but Trin was too far along for them to allow it.
We ended up embracing it even though it was scary as fuck. And shit, her goddamned mood swings during her pregnancy were fucking worse, so fucking worse than any of her scary mother fucker days. I swear the bitch was possessed. She loves our little Nadia though. She has Trin’s blonde hair and my dark eyes. Growing bigger and stronger every damn day.
From the moment Trinity saw Nadia on the ultrasound monitor, she fell in love and cleaned up her act. We sold off her burlesque clubs and moved to Mexico. Got us a sweet house in a small farming town. No one fucks with us and we don’t fuck with nobody. We grow our own crops and kill our own meat. Trin gets her blood lust out by slaughtering the livestock. She’s the best damn mom and wife.
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