“You’re crazy!” I shout, moving my hands up to block me.
I hear a scream from another direction and see Elena walking towards us, “What is this madness? Get off of her, Jenna!” Elena orders Jenna, but she doesn’t listen. Instead, she slams her fist into my nose, and I feel blood flow over my lips and into my mouth. “That’s it!” Elena hollers, and I see her figure walking towards us. She grabs Jenna by the shoulder and the next thing I know, she goes down. Jenna didn’t touch her, and obviously I didn’t either.
“Elena!?” I worriedly call out her name, moving my body quickly and cause Jenna to lose her grounding. She falls to her ass on the floor next to me as I crawl towards Elena. Her hands are on her belly and she looks like she’s in a fuck ton of pain. “We have to get her to the hospital now!” I tell Jenna, because I can’t do this alone. It doesn’t matter if we don’t get along. The only thing that matters is making sure that Elena and the baby are okay.
Chapter Fifteen
“Your only limit is your mind.”
- Lillaliptak.com
Trick
We got a text from Michelle saying that Angel, Jenna and Elena were at the hospital. She didn’t know why, and she only knew because she got a text from Jenna. I’m just chargin’ through these fuckin’ hallways wonderin’ why the fuck they didn’t text their men this shit. The three of them better know that they’re gonna be in a world of shit when we get to them. Thank fuck Michelle knew to message the Skulls Renegade group chat to let us know what was going on. Somehow, I was the first one through the doors and charged straight up to the nurse’s station.
“Hey lady, I’m lookin’ for a couple girls. One’s blonde with long hair, the other is a super pregnant redhead and the last has dark hair with a load of tattoos.” I say to the nurse who’s typing away on her computer.
She looks up at me through her glasses and furrows her brows, bringing her hand up slowly to take them off of the bridge of her nose and set them around her bosom. “How am I supposed to know who you’re looking for, mister? You have a name or something that is actually helpful?”
Before I can even think, I spit out a name. “Elena Michaels,”
She types the name in the computer and nods, “You her family or something?”
I nod, “Yep. I’m her older brother. She’s pregnant and we got a message saying she was in the hospital with my girlfriend and a family friend. Do you have any information on them?” I ask, thinking I’ve made some leeway with this lady.
“Brother, hmm?” Every bit of her tone tells me that she’s calling me out on my horseshit. She’s seein’ right through it and that isn’t helping me none. “Candi. Does this look like Elena’s brother to you?” She shouts back to another nurse who’s scrolling away on a tablet. The woman looks up, eying me up and down.
The new nurse chuckles lowly, shaking her head back and forth. “Care to pull out your identification, Sir?”
I grab my wallet from the back of my jeans and pull out my driver’s license, handing it over to the woman. Oh, if she wants to play this game, we will play. “We have different last names. Different dad’s.”
I hear the clanking of combat boots and look down the hallway to see Reed charging my way, with Dmitri in tow not far behind him. As soon as he gets to the nurse’s station he slams his hands on the counter, obviously out of breath from his run. “Candi. Where is my wife?” He completely bypasses the rude old woman in front of me.
“Room 105. Glad to see you.” Reed doesn’t even reply, darting away to where I can only imagine is Elena’s room.
The old woman clicks her tongue at me as her sights land on Dmitri. “Now that is Elena’s brother. Don’t you ever try to lie to me, mister, or I’ll shove a scalpel somewhere it doesn’t belong.”
Dmitri puts his hand around the back of my neck and laughs, “Oh, don’t pay him any mind Mildred. He’s just a concerned brother.”
She huffs and rolls her eyes, “You boys drive me insane with your brother bullshit. You aren’t all brothers. If you were, I’d feel real sorry for your momma. Please explain to your brother the hospital’s policies on what classifies as a blood relative.”
Dmitri and I walk together down the hallway, “What room did she say?” He asks.
“105,” I reply, before turning to look at him. “She said you were Elena’s brother. What’s that bat been smokin’?”
“It’s complicated, but Elena and I are family. Her father adopted me when I was a kid.” He says it slowly, almost as if telling me this fact about him hurts. He’s not the type of man to show emotion, and I can’t blame him for that. I’m not the light and fluffy kinda guy either. I’d rather just keep it build up inside and deal with my inner demons where they belong – trapped in my dungeon of a body.
“How did I not know that shit?” I mean to ask my question internally, but it slips out.
He shrugs as we walk up to room 105. “It’s not really something we talk about. Stirs up a lot of old shit, a lot of old memories that neither one of us want to relive. The past doesn’t matter. The only thing that does is the now, and our future. No point in thinking about the past.”
“Trick,” Angel’s voice is soft, and sounds like it’s filled with fear. I glance over her way, seeing her standing on the other side of the room. Her arms are wrapped around her body, staying a few feet away from Elena in the hospital bed and from Jenna who is sitting in the chair, holding Elena’s hand.
Even staring at my girl, I know something is wrong. Call it intuition, but something is wrong here. I move my hand up and motion for her to come over, and she does, quicker than she ever has since we’ve been together. Her small frame runs into my body like a ton of bricks, arms wrapping around my waist. She buries her head into my chest, and I run my hand along the back of her head, tangling my fingers in her hair, giving a shit attempt at soothing her.
“What happened?” I ask, keeping my voice low as I take her a couple feet away from the door and direct her towards the waiting area. When Dmitri and I passed by it, I saw that there was no one there. Hopefully, it’s the same way we just left it. I’d like some privacy while I talk to her. If there isn’t any, she might not open up.
Her voice comes out in a hushed whisper, “Jenna and I got into a fight at the club. Elena tried to break it up and then she just… I don’t know. We knew something was wrong, so we got her to the hospital as quick as we could.”
I take a step back from Angel, pulling her from my embrace and take a good look at her. She and Jenna got into a fight, and I know better than to think no fists were drawn or hair was pulled. Seein’ her lips tell me that I’m exactly right. Her lip is split wide open, not to mention the bruised nose she has. I graze my finger over her bloody wound, “Jenna do this?”
She places her finger on her lips and squints her eyes, “I didn’t even know about this one.”
“Shit.” I mutter. I grab my cell from the back of my pants and realize I didn’t get my license back from that old bat Mildred, so I go and grab it from her. In the meantime, I’m texting Enzo and asking his ass to come pick up Angel and take her back to the club. I need to make sure someone’s eyes are on her while I handle an errand. But first, I need to deal with something even more pressing.
“Sweetheart, can you sit right here, for me?”
She nods her head, and I walk back over to the nurses station and get her an ice packet. Before I go unleash my wrath, I hand it to Angel. “Hold that against your nose and lip, baby. Enzo is coming here to take you back home. I want you to take some Advil and then go straight to bed. I have to run an errand and I’ll be a while.”
“Okay,” At her response, I turn on my heel and walk straight back to room 105. I have a bone to pick, and it won’t be an easy one. My anger is overflowing inside me and there’s nothing I can do about it. I propel straight towards the only person who will ensure this shit comes to an end. Dmitri is standing behind Jenna, and by the way my nostrils are flaring, I’m pretty sure he knows why I�
��m upset.
I take a couple steps in the room, directing my attention to Elena first. “How you feelin’, momma?”
She shrugs her shoulders, offering a small smile. “Eh, okay I guess. I’ll be better when they tell me what’s going on with our little muffin here.”
“Okay, well if you need anything you just holler, you hear?”
“Yep, Trick. I will. Thank you.”
I turn my attention to Dmitri, “I mean no disrespect, especially bein’ in the presence of Elena and Reed while they’re dealin’ with this shit, but I’ll say this once. Get your bitch on a leash. I’m tired of the way she treats Angel and I won’t keep putting up with this senseless bullshit. Bein’ at the club is hard enough on her, and Jenna throwing insults and punches isn’t helping. The club is Angel’s home now,” I glare right at Jenna as I say this last bit, needing it to sink into her thick fuckin’ skull. “Get the fuck over it!”
At that, I leave and go handle some shit that is urgent. Or a death sentence, I’m not really sure which. I guess I’ll find out when I get there.
Chapter Sixteen
“The past is a place of reference, not a place of residence.”
- Allcupation.com
Trick
I got a text from an anonymous number six days ago, telling me to meet someone here at this gas station, in the middle of bumfuck nowhere. Looking around, I don’t see anything for miles besides this joint. Some sort of old, mom and pop gas station that probably did pretty good back in the day.
It’s startin’ to get a little warmer as of late and thank god for that. I would hate to have been standin’ out here three weeks ago when it was so cold it made you realize that men have nipples too. I take a look at my phone and see its twenty minutes past the designated time that this meet was supposed to happen. Fuck, I don’t even know what this meet was for in the first place. But, for some reason my gut was tellin’ me that I needed to be here. My gut has never treated me wrong before, so of course I’d be trustin’ it now.
I inspect the area one last time and decide to say fuck this shit and go inside this gas station. I doubt whoever the bastard was who texted me would just leave me hangin’. There has to be something around here somewhere. I push myself off my bike and walk towards the old building, head towards the front door and place my hand on the metal handle. A loud creaking sound greets me as I pull it forward, the age of this place showing.
Darkness greets me, even though it’s sunny outside. I bring up the flashlight on my phone and illuminate the surrounding area. My eyes land on something that I could never see coming. Something that destroys me, bit by bit.
Blonde hair.
Blood.
Bodies.
It’s the same three things, taped up all over this entire joint.
I can’t fully allow myself to fathom, who’s bodies I’m staring at. It would be way too much. It would bring back too many bad memories. My eyes catch the glimmer of something different on the back wall of this place. Not wanting to look at the photographs of my murdered family members, I approach the oddity in the room. On the wall, in red it reads ‘vengeance will come’.
Make no mistake, I know who’s behind this. The same people who are responsible for my family’s death. This just means two things, that they’re still around and the confirmation that I’ll finally have my chance at getting the retribution I deserve. The bastards who did this know I’m out… which can be a good or a bad thing. It means they’re getting sloppy, especially doin’ some amateur shit like this.
So many emotions roll through my body like a fast train, flying over the tracks. I think I know a bit, but the reality is that I don’t know too much. The only thing I really know is that I can’t be here right now. I can’t fuckin’ breathe, and I need to get out. I have to get the fuck out of here!
I rush out of the front door of the gas station and much to my surprise, the contents in my stomach come hurling out of my body. I’m not a man who is easily made sick by things such as this, but when you know the people in the photographs, the way they’d laugh or joke. The way my nephews hated sunny-side up eggs, and how my sister refused to eat chocolate cake because it’s not as pretty as red velvet… it fucks with you.
I look back at my phone and see a text from Enzo. Sliding it open, I read.
Your girl didn’t wanna leave until she knew what’s going on with Elena. I’m still here with her.
I text him back quickly,
Okay. I’ll be there in twenty minutes. Stay put.
* * *
It sure didn’t take me twenty minutes to get there. I don’t know if it’s the adrenaline rushing through my veins, or just the fact I want to get as far away from the ugliness of my past that I can. Either way, I’m here.
“Hey,” I say to my girl, who’s sitting next to Enzo with her arms drawn across her chest.
Angel doesn’t even smile when she sees me, which is something that’s turned into our norm. I sneak a quick kiss on her cheek, not wanting to irritate her lip. “How’s my girl?”
“I’m okay, I guess. I’m worried about Elena and the baby. Reed said she’s having contractions…”
Contractions? That kid still has to cook for a few more weeks. “What do you mean she’s having contractions? Isn’t it too early for that kid to come out?”
Angel rolls her eyes, “You are such a chimp, acting like you don’t know how the female body works. Yes, it’s too early for the baby to come out. Which is exactly why I’m so worried and refused to leave, you asshole!”
“You’re gonna regret callin’ me an asshole later, Angel baby.”
“I don’t ever regret saying anything to you, buffoon.”
“I thought I heard Angel keeping you in line,” Reed jokes, coming up to me and tapping me on the back.
“She always is. How’s your girl doin’?”
I can tell from the look on his face that Reed is scared shitless, but he’s trying to keep it together. “She’s doing the best that she can. Was having contractions and almost went into pre-term labor from my understanding, but I’m not a doc. All this shit is foreign to me. The gist of it is that Elena and River are gonna be okay. They gave her some special medicine that stops the contractions, but she’s considered high risk now and… I think it’s best that Elena stays here where the doctors can supervise her. Of course, she’s giving me hell for telling her that.”
“Of course. She’s a spitfire.”
“Yeah, but this spitfire needs to slow her ass down and keep our kid in her belly for a bit longer. I’m gonna make sure she stays here, where they can both be supervised. Only the best for my girls. Only the fuckin’ best.”
I nod, “They’re both gonna be alright. You’ll see.”
“I sure hope you’re right, Trick. I don’t know what I’d do without them. Fuck, I haven’t even met the little one yet and I already love her so much.” I think for a moment that maybe I should distract him with what I just walked into, but I decide against it. I’ll keep it to myself for now. Reed surely has enough to be worrying about.
Chapter Seventeen
“Ideas and plans are nice, but action is how shit gets done.”
@What Would Harvey Do
Angel
“I’m thinking we do some basic female on female shit.” I hear Kyle tell Enzo, making no mistake that they’re talking about the porn business for the club. From what I know, these two have really let the ball slide when it comes to their so called business. I know they were both recovering from some accidents, but at the end of the day you still need to get work done.
“Okay. How’re we gonna do it?” Enzo asks him.
I’m standing in the kitchen, cooking up a storm while these two idiots are eating whatever scraps I throw them like the stray dogs they are.
Kyle chuckles loudly. I know it well. It’s the type of laugh where you think the person thinks they’re the shit. “Picture this. We have two girls having a movie night. During a very intimate scene, one of
them accidently touches the others boob, and BOOM that’s when shit turns. She watches her and oh fuck, it’s hot. It’ll sell so well!”
I throw the spatula onto the counter and turn my body around to face these two buffoons. “What in the world are you two smoking?”
“Wait. Why’d you stop cooking?” Enzo asks, eyes darting from the food to what I can assume is the spatula on the counter.
I cross my arms, staring daggers into both of them. “Do you know how cliché your idea is? No woman is going to thoroughly enjoy watching that type of porn.”
Kyle and Enzo look at each other, eyebrows furrowing together. “Woman?” They say at the exact same time.
“Believe it or not, women watch porn too, especially girl on girl. You two have an idea that’s been repeated so many times, but from what I’ve heard it sounds like you both want to rush it and make it a quick video for the men’s spank bank.”
Enzo rises from his seat, walking to the stove to take over where I’d left off on the stir fry. Ever since the first time, I’ve been cooking more variations for the guys to eat. It’s high in protein, has a good bit of veggies and is delicious. “You both need to remember that men and women watch porn. Personally, I love the girl on girl shit… but it has to be done in the right way to keep my attention. Are you interested in hearing my idea?”
I take their silence as a yes and continue. “Why don’t you have two women in a home like setting. One is adamant that she’s bi-sexual, while the other is opening her eyes up to having a sexual relationship with a woman. They drink a few glasses of wine and get a little flirty with one another. After a few kisses and tiny touches, one of the girls asks her friend to come over. Who, by the way, is a complete alpha woman. She brings her special box, which is filled with a strap-on and plenty of fun toys. The alpha chick ends up playing with both girls, makes them lick each other until they squirt and fucks them both until they can’t move anymore.”
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