جميع فصول : الفصل -الفصل 30

~death~"Fuck, fuck, fuck," I muttered to myself, knowing I blew it moment Vick turned her back on me. Her fiery attitude caught me off guard, and I sighed heavily as I headed downstairs.Jen, one of the club whores, passed me and gave me a knowing look. "Oh, you fucked up big time, buddy," she said, shaking her head.I looked at her questioningly as I continued toward the bar. "What do you mean?"She rolled her eyes. "You think we didn't hear? This place is like a damn fishbowl. Everyone knows you and Vick had a thing we just kept it to ourselves and didn't tell the prez, and now it's all blown to hell. You should have seen her face when she came downstairs."I sighed again, rubbing my temples. "Yeah, well, it's complicated.""Doesn't have to be," she replied, leaning against the bar. "You like her, she likes you. Just stop being a dumbass and go after her.""It's not that simple," I said, pouring myself a drink. "Her brother, the situation with her ex... it's all fucked up."Jen shr

~death~As I lay on the medical table, all I could think about was Vick. Every moment that passed felt like a dagger twisting in my chest. I couldn't take it anymore. With a groan, I tried to sit up, but Racket's firm hand pushed me back down."I can't stay here. I need to go find her," I insisted, my voice strained with desperation."How the hell are you going to find her if you bleed out? Sit down and let me patch you up!" Racket shouted, frustration and concern etched across his face.But I couldn't stay put. Every second wasted could be used to find her. Just as I was about to push past Racket, the door to the room swung open with a force that made the hinges creak."Sit the fuck down and let Racket do his job!" the prez shouted, his eyes blazing as he glared at me."Look, Prez, I can't. They captured Vick because of me. If I was paying attention, she wouldn't—"The prez cut me off with a sad, understanding look. "I know, Death. You did all you could to protect her. If Ironhead di

~death~I'm taking her to the hospital," I stated gruffly.The prez nodded. "I'll be there in a few, after we put this one in the pit," he said, pressing his foot down on Derick's back.I quickly exited the building and headed towards my bike. I maneuvered Vick carefully so she was as comfortable as possible, then sped off.The ride to the hospital felt like an eternity, but I made it there just in time. I rushed through the emergency room doors, Vick cradled in my arms. "She needs help, now!" I barked at the nearest nurse. I quickly explained what happened, excluding the shootout details, and watched as they carried Vick away.Standing there, blood-stained and tense, I felt the weight of everything crash down on me.It felt like hours I had been waiting. The prez and the rest of the guys came rushing through the door, asking if I had heard anything yet.I shook my head, unable to speak, and continued pacing the waiting room. "Please be okay, please be okay," I chanted in my head.Aft

~death~It was like I was in a dark fog. The only thing I could see was Vick's body, bruised and battered, tied to a chair. And the man that did it stood in front of me. I took a brass knuckle from on top of the table and started hitting him. Each hit was a reminder of each wound he had inflicted on Vick's beautiful body.My knuckles cracked against Derick's jaw, his blood splattering with each blow. His face became a pulpy mess, but I couldn't stop. The rage consumed me, a black fire that only grew hotter with each strike. I could hear the distant, muffled sounds of the guys outside, but they didn't matter. Nothing mattered except the pain I was delivering, the justice I was meting out."She screamed your name, you bastard!" I roared, my voice barely recognizable. "She begged for mercy!"Derick's eyes were swollen shut, his lips too broken to form words. He coughed up blood, each gurgle a sickening reminder of what he had done. I grabbed his hair, yanking his head back to expose his

~death~I got up in the middle of the night, nightmares plaguing my dreams. But when I saw her lying next to me, it was like the nightmares went away. Her red hair was splayed across the pillow, but when I saw the bruises, it was like everything came back all at once.I made my way out of the room and downstairs. Some of the guys were either still sleeping or watching over Derick in the pit—if the motherfucker was still alive. I spotted the prez at the bar, throwing back a couple of bottles. I made my way over to him, pulling out a chair right next to him.He looked up at me, his eyes bloodshot and tired. "You should be resting," he said, though his voice lacked its usual authority.I shook my head. "Couldn't sleep."He nodded, understanding. "How's Vick?""She's sleeping. But... it's hard seeing her like that."The prez sighed, rubbing a hand over his face. "I know. I clenched my fists, the anger and guilt simmering just below the surface. "I should've protected her better. I should