“She’s dead, man.”
“What? What the fuck do you mean she’s dead?”
“Brass went by her place. She was strapped down to a kitchen chair with a couple of syringes hanging from her arm. Someone killed her, man. Made her OD on the same fucking shit Bubba’s been using. I know she wasn’t a druggie. She never used. Not since she’s been at the clubhouse, anyways.”
“Fuck.” I grunt.
Hanging up the phone without another word to my brother, I know what needs to be done. When I enter the living area, I see Lick run his tongue up her neck. “Hurt her.”
“With fucking pleasure.” He sneers.
As I start to come to, the distinctive smell of bleach stings my nose. I feel the dampness of my hair across my face. I swat it from my face, blinking my eyes until they can focus. I run my hands through my wet hair, and when I realize what he’s done, I feel nauseous. Blonde.
“I see you’re finally awake.” Tyson’s voice startles me. I refuse to acknowledge him. I’m done with giving him any of my time. I shift on the mattress that he's laid me on. That’s when I feel it, the cool air cross my skin. I look down and see that I’m not wearing any clothes. I scramble to cover myself up. “Jesus, Savannah, it isn’t like I’ve never seen you before. But I have to say, I don’t get what the hype is about a pregnant woman being beautiful. The only thing I see is a huge belly and fat thighs.” I pull the covers up some more. “The one thing I have to say is that your tits are magnificent. I’ve always had a thing for full breasts. Since they look good on you, I think I’ll make you an appointment when you push that brat out and get them permanently augmented. That way they’ll never lose the fullness and I’ll always have something to play with.” I close my eyes, trying to block out his voice.
The bed dips, and Tyson grabs my ankle and pulls me towards him. My eyes catch his and what I see make my stomach roll. Lust. He hovers over me searching my face. I feel the tears build at the corner of my eyes. I blink causing them to slide down the sides of my face. “Now, now Savannah, no crying, sweetheart.” He runs his thumb over my bottom lip. “How I have missed those lips, especially when they’re wrapped around my cock."
He lets more of this weight rest on my belly. The sharp pain comes back full force and rips through my body. I can’t help but whimper. He makes a face and I realize that he can feel the baby moving. “Seems like someone knows daddy’s nearby.” He kicks out my legs causing me to spread wide. I push on his chest trying to get away. I refuse to give him my words. “Don’t.” He warns. As soon as I feel his finger tighten around my neck, my body begins to shake. My pulse races along with my mind. I need to get out of here. I need to save my baby.
“Please.” I choke out, deciding to break my silence.
He turns my head away from him. The warmth of his breath on my skin causes me to shiver. He fumbles and I can only assume he’s removing his clothes, at least his bottom half since his hand is still on my neck. “No need to beg, baby. I’m going to give you what you want. I’ve been waiting for days, baby. Ever since I’ve had you back, all I’ve wanted is to fuck you. To feel that sweet pussy grip my cock. The way only yours can.” His words are like cold water as I realize what he’s saying. Days. I’ve been gone for days. Sin must be going crazy with fear. All at once, he enters me. Bringing me back to the present. I can’t help but cry out. “Fuck, you feel good. You always did fit perfect around my cock.”
“No!” I scream, kicking my legs, trying to get free. The heat of pain radiates through my cheekbone as he hits me repeatedly.
“Stop being a bitch. Stop fighting me.” He grabs at my hands as they go crazy trying to hit him and push him off at the same time.
Tyson gets a few more slaps in as I struggle to get him off me. The constant movement is causing my stomach to cramp. I can feel it contract and harden. Thinking I’ve finally won, he pushes off me. I take a quick breath of relief only to stop when I realize what he’s going to do. Before I can protect myself, I feel the pain radiate throughout my body as he punches me with all this strength. The once sharp pain that was centrally located in my ribs spreads throughout my entire stomach. I stop fighting. I wrap my arms around the rounding of my stomach as I try to protect my baby girl. I start to fade a little. In that moment, I picture the love in Sin’s eyes. I pray that he’ll forgive me for giving up my fight. I pray that he’ll find happiness and love again. I pray that I haven’t ruined his life. I pray for my love, my Sin.
I have to say, Meredith is one strong, crazy bitch. It took two days to break her. I’m sure in those two days she was hoping that Tyson was able to get Savannah further away from us. But that isn’t the case. It takes eight hours of travel, but Lick and I made it in record time.
The house is in the middle of nowhere, back in the great state of Texas. A family plantation close to Louisiana. We were on the phone constantly with other charters to make sure there is no movement coming or going from the farmhouse. Lick squeals the tires as the dust flies up around the truck. Before he has the truck in park, I’m out of the door. Flying up the steps, I shove through the front door. I feel the wood break as the weight of my body slams into it. I run through the first level of the house, but it’s quiet. Too quiet. Taking the stairs two steps at a time I enter the master bedroom. It’s empty. Fuck me, they aren’t here. Coming back down the stairs, I meet Lick in the foyer. “The bitch lied.” I tell him.
“You think he’s going to have her out in the open, so we can just come in and grab her. Fuck no. That bastard is going to hide her. She’s here, man. I know it. There’s no way that bitch took two days of torture just to lie to us.”
I know he’s right. “The cellar.” We search for a door and come across one that’s under the stairs. I slowly open it and that's when I hear it. Whimpers.
“Slow.” Lick reminds me. “We don’t know who’s with her. We can’t make rash decisions.” Taking the wooden steps one at a time, her whimpers grow louder. Stepping off the last one and seeing the scene before me, I know I’m going to lose my grip.
Savannah is lying on a mattress, completely nude. Lick comes up behind me and stiffens as he sees what’s before us. Her arms are stretched out at her sides. There are wire sections attached to a buckle that are around each wrist, the opposite ends are attached to a hook type contraption on the cider block wall. Her feet are tied to the bottom of the bed frame. Her once brown hair has been bleached blonde. He’s shaven her pussy completely bald. She’s covered in cuts and bruises. I look over at Lick and know that he feels the same utter devastation, and uncontrollable rage as me. Her whimpers cause me to bring my eyes back to her. “Please, Tyson,” she begs. I try to go to her, but Lick stops me and shakes his head.
“Not until you submit. Not until you say you’re mine!” I hear him off to the side, in another room. When he enters, he's adjusting the waist of his shorts.
“The baby. The baby, Tyson. There’s something wrong. I think I’m in labor and it’s too early for that. I’m not ready, she’s not ready.”
“And if she dies, so what. I’ll give you another one, a boy next time. Girls are worthless anyways.”
Those words are what push me over the edge. I push Lick’s grip from my arm and enter the room.
“Get the fuck back!” I keep my blade down at my side. I step in between the bed and Tyson. I hear the metal of her restraints clink against the wall.
“Of course you’d show up. Haven’t you learned your lesson? She’s mine, always has been, always will be.” He doesn’t take his eyes from the bed. He has a hint of crazy in his movements.
“Are you okay, sugar?” I ask.
“Yeah, just sore.” My jaw clenches. There's a commotion behind me and I know its Lick freeing her from her confines.
“Soreness is what happens when she’s been ridden by a real man.” He taunts me. “Almost got all signs of you washed from her skin.” He continues to talk but never once takes his eyes off Savannah. Stepping to the side, I watch as Lick covers
her naked body and lifts her from the mattress. “Once I shove my cock up her ass, I’m sure she’ll all but forget about you.” My body quakes with anger as his words taunt me. Stepping towards him, I adjust the blade in my hand. I’m not sure how much more I can take of this cocksucker.
“Matty.” Her voice is soft, making me stop mid-stride. “Kill him.”
Without another moment to waste, I raise the blade and drive it through the skull of the man who thought he could touch my world.
We made it back to Las Cruces in record time. Lick drove the entire way while Savannah slept in my lap. I can’t keep my hands off her. I constantly nudge her stomach making sure the baby is still kicking. Lick suggested that we take her to a local hospital, but I wasn’t certain they would keep our visit under wraps. Once we get home, Doc can make sure she and the baby are okay. I have no idea what Meredith is up to after our little pow wow. I need to get her back home where she’ll be safe.
*****
Savannah’s been out since we arrived at the hospital. Doc says it’s normal, her body is healing. The baby’s heartbeat is steady on the monitor and I’m being told there isn’t anything to worry about. My mother has been in along with everyone else who cares for her.
I place gentle kisses along Savannah’s stomach. Rubbing my nose over the swell, I trying to find peace in the gift that’s still safely growing in the warmth of her mother. These two mean more to me than I ever could have imagined. I’ve felt the baby kick, wiggle and squirm. You have no idea how comforting those moves are “You’re going to suffocate her, mijo.” I hear my mother’s voice from behind.
“I need my girls to know I’m here. I need to feel them.” I don’t take my eyes from the white of Savannah’s hospital gown. I spot a small rumble of the material followed by the feel of small movement under my hand.
“She’s a fighter.”
“I know Mama.”
“The baby will be alright, mijo.”
“I hope so.” I swallow down the emotion that’s lodged in my throat. The thought of losing them. Knowing how close we got to losing each other. I don’t ever want to take that chance.
“You can’t always know when danger’s approaching. There's no way of knowing and you can’t burden yourself with that worry. If you do, then before you know it, your life is gone and you can’t remember living it. Things happen. Bad things, good things, it doesn’t matter who you are, they will happen.” I take in her words as I smooth my hand over Savannah’s stomach. “How you live your life doesn’t determine if bad things happen. You can live careful, you can live without danger then one day you can step into traffic and poof, your life is done.”
“I know.” I tell her.
“Do you?”
“I do now. I’ll admit I didn’t before. I believed that I was being punished for my decisions, for the life that was thrust upon me, but I understand that it’s just life. It has nothing to do with me.”
“Matthew.” I turn my head and look at my mother. “Your life has always been beautiful. Even in the midst of tragedy, there’s always been beauty because you continue to live, survive. From the time you were born, your father knew you would be nothing like Devin, or even himself. Why do you think he gave you the name Sin?”
I know why he gave it to me, as a joke, because growing up he never had to worry about me ‘sinning’. Me doing wrong because I'm not Cut, I'm not like him. “I already know why, I’ve lived the past thirty years hearing about it.”
“Ah, but you haven’t son. You only think you know, but I’m sure you don’t really. You see in Hebrew, the word sin means to fall short or miss the mark.” She explains as I continue to stare at Savannah’s stomach. “It was never because you were always the opposite of sin. It wasn’t because you were a good boy. It was never a jab at who you were, just always a fact. You fell short of the idea that came with being a Sinclair. That came from being your father’s son. Your brother chose to follow your father because that’s what he wanted. You chose differently because that’s what you wanted. No one, including your father ever shamed you for that. He wanted his children to live the life they wanted, not one that he demanded. You weren’t destined to help run the MC. You were destined to be your own man. It’s taken you many years and a glimpse at your future for you to realize it. I turned my head and see her wipe a tear from her face. I swallowed against the lump in my throat. “Sin isn’t a bad thing.” She shook her head, giving me a small smile. “It’s a good thing when it comes to you.” She walks over, places a kiss upon my forehead, and then leaves me in peace.
I feel the squirming of legs beneath my head. When I open my eyes, I see the most beautiful sight. Savannah’s sparkling eyes. “How bad is it?” She asks as she pulls herself to the sitting position. I shake my head, not knowing what she’s referring to. “My hair, my face.”
“It’s not too bad.” I know it could have been worse. He could have killed the baby, he could have killed her, but he didn’t. And he’ll never get the chance to. That sin will never weigh on my conscience because I will do anything to protect my family. Anything.
“Is it over?” She asks such a small question, but I know the meaning behind it is huge.
“Yeah, sugar. It’s over.”
The past twenty-four hours have brought a lot of closure to my life, to my family and to my club. In the years that Cut and Lily have been together, this is the first time that I’ve seen them together in public since before my father was killed. The death of Louie Sr. has given my brother a chance for him to love without worry. My father and sister’s murders each plagued us in our own way. I didn’t feel worthy of happiness and Cut felt that he would fall to the same fate my mother did and lose the love of his life. He did what he felt was right and now being able to witness him holding his wife in his arms, somewhere other than the confines of their home is awesome.
“Can you help me to the bathroom?” She starts to pull the covers from her legs. I unhook the monitor from her belly so she can relieve herself.
“I’ll be right here.” I tell her as she enters the room and closes the door.
“Matthew!” She yells. “I need you.” I open the door and her face is pale, her body starting to shake. “There’s something wrong.” My eyes travel down the length of her body until they hit the white tiled floor, which is now covered in deep crimson red. “Matty.” Her voice is faint before her knees buckle. I reach out and catch her before she hits the floor.
“Help me!” I scream at the top of my lungs as I carry her from the bathroom. “Fucking help me!”
I place her lifeless body back on the bed. My clothes are soaked with her blood. Her lips are blue, her eyes lifeless as they stare into nothing. Within seconds, a swarm of medical personnel comes into the room. They shove and push me out of the way until I feel like a small fly on the wall. I hear commands, calling for the doctor, calling to prep an OR room, and then my own heart stops when 'Code Blue' comes across the speaker overhead.
They ready the bed, pushing fluids into her IV, with a nod and with coordinated movements, they rush out of the room, taking my world with them. The screams of my mother come from the hallway. The bellow of pain is the same as I heard the day my sister lost her life. The words flying out of her mouth in her native tongue praying that her God hears her pleas. “Por favor, no tome otro de mí. No otra vez”. Not another one, those last words stay lodged in my mind.
My body collapses to the floor. My fight is gone.
“Mr. Sinclair.” I hear my name being called but it doesn’t register who’s calling it. “Mr. Sinclair.” I hear it again. I open my eyes to see a woman who’s standing before me. My eyes glance around and see that I’m the only one in the room. It’s the same room that Savannah was in before they took her from me. I’m no longer on the floor, but I’m in a bed. “Mr. Sinclair, I’m Dr. Lange, you may call me Betty.” I rub the sting from my eyes.
“Where–where’s Savannah?” My pulse quickens. “Is she okay, the baby, is the baby okay
?”
“Oh yes, Mr. Sinclair, your baby is fine, premature but fine. You have a tiny baby girl, and Mommy is doing just fine. Tired, but with the extra blood she’s receiving at the moment, her color and energy should return within the next few days.”
I stand up. “I need to see her.” Her eyes drop down to my shirt, which is still covered in Savannah,’s dried blood.
“First things first, you need to get cleaned up and I need to let you know what happened in the event leading up to her delivery so soon. Your daughter is very premature, her lungs haven’t quite developed, and she isn’t able to control her own body temperature. Her fight is just starting, Mr. Sinclair. It’s going to be an uphill battle.” I nod my head. “Now for your wife.” I don’t correct her. “She had what we call a placental abruption. The placenta was torn from the uterine wall. She was alright when she was lying down but when she got up it caused the final rip along the lining of the wall. This is what caused the bleeding. It can be fatal if not taken care of properly. I was told that she received some trauma in the past seventy-two hours. This may or may not be the cause. The tearing could have been happening for a while. There’s no way to know.” I nod again. “You can put these on. Once you’re cleaned up go to the nurse’s station and they’ll take you to your wife. Congratulations, Mr. Sinclair. Your girls are fighters. I see great things in your future.”
Three Months Later
Life is full of struggles, and heartache. As humans, there is no way to avoid either of those. But if we didn’t have the struggles and the heartache then we wouldn’t have the experience of joy and love. We have to take the good with the bad, its life. It’s part of what makes it worth living. If I would have known ten years ago that I would have to struggle with having my sister killed, my father murdered and my platoon slaughtered in order to feel the wholeness I now know, I would to it. I would walk through the fire of hell. I would rise up against the devil himself if I knew that I would have Savannah and Sienna Grace in my life.
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