Page 61 of Taming the Bear
I nod my head and then look over at my parents. Their faces are alert with worry and I can only assume what they are thinking right now. “The only way I will do it is if you let my parents go. They have nothing to do with the debt that I owe you,” I point to Big Sir.
He rubs his big chin with his massive hand and then points to Big Don. “Hold her tighter,” he barks loudly. Big Don’s grip gets tighter and he holds me closer to him. Big Sir then points at Q Ball. “Let them out of their chairs but not out of the room. I need them here to make sure this little bitch does what she’s told to do.”
“I promise that I will do what you want. Please, just let my parents go!” I beg. My poor parents had nothing to do with any of this and it kills me that they have to be here and watch all of this. Even though I haven’t spoke to them in a few years, it doesn’t mean that I want them to know everything that I have done.
A massive hand flies out and hits me across the mouth causing me to fall into Big Don’s side. The impact of me falling into him caused him to fall towards the ground but he dragged me with him. Instead of him hitting the floor first, I hit it.
My head bounces off the freshly waxed wood floors that my parents are known for and then my eyes get heavy. Awhooshsound clogs my ears and I can’t help but shut down completely to avoid any more pain. I give into the urges of my body and let the darkness come in.
The Bear
Dana’s body is wracked with her sobbing as she hunches over my body. “I’m pregnant, Joe. I don’t know what I’m supposed to do.”
We are both seventeen years old and don’t have a clue what to do with this. Do I marry her? Do people still do that? I have no idea what I’m supposed to say to her or even what to say. All I know is I’m scared.
“You have to stop doing cocaine,” I blurt out. I didn’t mean to be so blunt, but she needs to stop doing smack or it’s going to harm the baby. I might not know too much about babies but I know that you’re not supposed to be fuckin’ high every minute of the day while pregnant.
“I can’t. I’m trying…” She cries into my arms.
I fight the urge to push her off of me and then to yell at her for being weak. “You’re going to kill yourself and our baby if you don’t stop getting high.”
Dana’s brown hair glistens in the moonlight and it reflects all of the gold pieces that I loved the most. I knew why she got high all of the time and that was to make her forget about everything that her father makes her do. Her father would be the first one that I kill when I get patched in at Lucifer’s Lair. I’m going to kill him and then I’m going to spread his ashes all over the beds of the men that he lets sleep with his underaged daughter.
She’s crying harder and I can’t even bring myself to feel sorry for her. I don’t feel sorry for junkies but I know that Dana is still in there. The actual person that Dana used to be is still alive but she’s hiding behind this junky.
“I can’t… Joe… I’m scared. I’m so scared to tell my dad that I’m pregnant or he’s going to kill me! He’s going to fucking kill me, Joe!”
I bite back the remark of her dad not killing her because she’s worth more alive even if she’s pregnant. Dana is five months pregnant but due to the amount of drugs that she’s done, you can’t tell. Hell, we didn’t even find out until last week. She was so badly off that her body hid her pregnancy and that’s what kills me the most. Our baby is suffering because his mom is too busy doing fucking drugs.
I rub my hand up and down her back as I rock her back and forth trying to soothe her. “We’re going to be okay.”
I jump on my bike and then start it up. As if they knew, Rabies, Mack Truck and Slice come out of the house and then jump on their bikes.
Mack Truck has his phone in his hand and he’s typing something quickly on it. “They are not at his house. Somewhere in the valley it looks like. Who do we know that lives there?” He asks me.
“I don’t know, man,” I reply. “How do we get there?”
Again he starts typing something and then puts his phone away. “It’s about fifteen minutes away and it’s off of the highway. The tracker that we put in all of the cages says they are off of Lafayette St and Main.”
“Who’s watching Smokey?” I demand before snuffing out my cigarette.
Rabies answers me and then points towards the warehouse. “Don’t worry about it. We got it covered. Let’s go.”
The drive is quick but it’s long enough for me to remember things that I have suppressed all of these years.
“Are you Joe Montague?” A police officer asks me while I hop over a fence in order to skip school.
It’s my senior year and being in school is the last thing that I want. All I want is to prospect for the club and then get my patch. After that, I can focus on fucking killing Dana’s dad.
“Who’s askin’?” I reply and cross my arms over my chest. I hit a growth spurt about two years ago and ever since then, I have worked out trying to get bigger. My dad is a big dude and everyone in the club is packed with muscles. I want to be an enforcer there so I need to get bigger.
The officer, Officer Beckett, is an older man but he seems rather nice. The problem with being raised by a father like mine is the fact that I don’t trust cops. I don’t trust them one bit and I don’t like this guy that is staring at me as if he feels bad for me.
“Son, I’m going to need you to come with me. I need you to go to the hospital with me.”
My head begins to spin and I’m having a hard time trying to catch up with everything that he is saying. “What the hell are you talkin’ about?”
He places his hand on my arm and I jerk my hand away from him. “No! You don’t get to touch me until you tell me what the fuck you’re talking about!” I yell at him.
