Page 63 of Taming the Bear
“Slice! Mack Truck!” I yell out the door.
I make a quick turn to the right and see blankets on the ground and I quickly grab one. Rolling it up into a little pillow, I lift my girl’s head a little more so I can rest her head on the pillow. Once that’s done, I take my hands away and lay a quick kiss on her forehead.
She’s still breathing and that is the number one thing that I needed to make sure of before I focus on everyone else. Well, that was until I looked down at my hands and found them covered in blood.
“There is no way in fucking hell that she fell!” I get to my feet and walk over to Big Sir. “You wanted me here, mother fucker. What the fuck do you want?” I demand.
I know exactly what he wants. He wants my pipeline but I’m not giving that bitch up. Giving up my pipeline would lose my club millions of dollars a year and we can’t do that. Or he wants something else.
“I know you don’t need money. What do you want?” I blurt out.
Slice and Mack Truck are standing at the door with their chests rising and falling pointing their guns at Big Sir and Q Ball. The look of betrayal that is on both of their faces sums up how I feel regarding everything. Q Ball was a brother who got greedy and now he’s going to have pay.
“What do you want us to do?” Mack Truck asks and circles around towards me. “Fuck it, I’m on it.” He grabs his phone out of his cut pocket and starts dialing a number. “Yeah, man. I need you to track my number and come get Prez’s ol’ lady. She’s hurt real bad and I need a clean up crew.”
Thanking him for the initiative that he just did, filters through my mind but I’m focused on making sure that Chantal gets out of here alive. I point my finger to Slice and he runs up behind Big Sir. Once his arms around the man, I point my gun and shoot him in his knee cap.
“Tie him up on the couch. Don’t let him bleed out too much,” I command with disdain. “Who are they?” I ask Q Ball who is on his knees and begging for me to not kill him. “Who are they?”
“Her parents. Look, I didn’t know what was going on. I swear it!”
“I don’t really give a fuck what you thought or didn’t think. Get off of your fucking ass and let her parents out of the chairs!”
When Q Ball doesn’t move, I pull out my gun and point it at his chest. I’m not going to shoot him yet. I want to know why he did this. What Smokey and Big Sir are getting out of this. Everything.
Just then, the sounds of a van come pulling up and I see our clean up crew walking in. It’s a group of five guys that we keep on the roster for times like this. Plus, A Team is our doctor.
“Make sure you get my girl out of here and back to the clubhouse. Whatever she needs, make sure she gets it. Call me as soon as you know what’s going on with her,” I direct A Team.
He nods his head and walks over to where Mack Truck is sitting with Chantal’s head in his lap. When did that happen? I didn’t even see them move.
A Team gingerly picks up Chantal and she falls against him like a bean bag. A sharp pain hits my chest while the thoughts of everything flood through my mind. She could have been killed or raped… There are so many things that could have happened to her and they are probably all because of me.
Fuck! I have to focus!
When Q Ball still doesn’t move, I point my head towards Mack Truck to get them out of the chairs. The last thing that I need is more collateral damage. “Get them out of those chairs and get them in the cage out front. We need to make sure they won’t talk.” I then direct my attention back to Q Ball and Big Sir who are now sitting on the couch. “What the fuck do you want?”
“Fuck you, I’m not telling you shit!” Big Sir spits out at me and I don’t even think.
I aim my Glock and fire a shot right between his eyes. His head explodes and I take a deep breath. It’s amazing how much lighter I feel after that.
The pain and frustration from knowing that this man was alive has left my body and I take a deep breath. The thoughts of the repercussions of my actions filter through my mind, but I don’t really give a fuck right now. I know that I took out a big figure without permission and I’m liable for some blowback.
“What is going on?” A man’s voice demands and I spin on my feet to see Chantal’s father staring at me. “Who are you and what are you doing in my house? What have you done to my daughter? Who are you!”
I place my hand out in front of me to stop the questionings because he’s only going to have more and I don’t have long to finish this. “Slice, can you take Chantal’s parents in the kitchen so I can finish up in here? Also, give them enough money to go to a hotel room and I will fill them in on everything tomorrow.”
Chantal’s father is medium sized man with dark hair and her green eyes. While her mother is short and stout with long blonde hair and brown eyes.
“Actually! Call A Team back and have him bring them back with him.”
A Team must not have left or maybe he was coming back inside, but he’s standing at the door and he’s ready. After they leave, I take a deep breath and then look at my fallen brother.
“What was in it for you?” I ask him.
Q Ball doesn’t say anything and he looks down at his lap. Slice and Mack Truck pick him up by his arms and stand him up in front of me. “Where do you want ‘em, boss?” Slice asks me.
“Take him to his cage and have one of the clean up crew members drive him back to the clubhouse. We need to get out of here.”
