Page 62 of Taming the Bear
“Do you know Dana Marshall?”
Dana Marshall. My girlfriend. The future mother of my child. A junky who probably has pissed off someone badly enough to get the cops called. “Yeah…” I hedge.
He takes a deep breath and then takes a step back. “Son, I’m sorry to say this but she’s in the hospital.”
“What? Why?” I question and furrow my brows. If something were wrong with Dana she would have told me. I know she would have. Yeah, she didn’t show up at school today but that’s normal. We don’t always go to school. It’s not something that rang any alarm bells for me.
“She took a bad hit and it caused her to go into early labor. Dana is at the hospital right now and she’s asking for you. Because her father can’t be reached right now, we need you to make decisions.”
Make decisions. Make the decision as to whether or not she should live or if she should die. Make the decision if I want them to save her or my son.
By the time we get to the house where Q Ball is at, I see his cage in the driveway. I don’t bother signalling where I’m turning and I pull into the driveway. All of the other guys pull in behind me and we examine the house. It’s a Tudor style house and it looks to be a nice one. Why the hell would he be here? I don’t understand how he could even know someone that lived in this house.
“Did you find out who lives here?” I ask Mack Truck.
He shakes his head and shuts off his bike. “Nah, man. Some yuppie or some shit.”
Slice parks his bike and then shuts it off. “What are we going to do?” He asks and looks around the house.
I think about what to do for about fifteen seconds and that was when I heard a scream and a gun shot. The piercing sound of a Glock sparks me into action and I know exactly who has that gun.
Fuck waiting! My girl is in that house and there is no telling what the fuck just happened.
I run towards the front door that is wide open with my gun drawn and I’m ready for whatever is about to happen. Rolling through the door, I see Big Sir and Q Ball standing in the middle of the room with guns in one of their hands. Before I let them know that I’m here, I look around the room to make sure that I didn’t just walk into a trap.
With a quick look behind me, I see my brothers approaching me as well. I flick a finger in the air to let them to wait where they are because I need to investigate the situation a little better. There has to be something else going on.
Why would Q Ball, a brother for the past ten years, risk everything to work with Big Sir? How the fuck do they even know each other well enough to be in the same room? What the hell is happening?
Deciding that I have had enough of the guessing games, I ask a simple question. “Where is she?” I ask calmly. I’m surprised that I’m able to be polite and not to start shooting the both of them.
Instead of just two the heads that I expected to be looking at me, I see four. There is a man and a woman that are tied to two different chairs and they both look scared. I could only imagine how they got involved in this situation. Fuck. They are probably just homeowners and came home to see two thugs in their house and didn’t know what else to do.
“Who?” Big Sir asks with a sly smile on his face. “Oh, you mean the person that owes me a shit ton of money? Are you here to botch that fucking deal too? You just can’t help yourself, can you?”
I pull the safety off and then adjust my gun right at his head. “I didn’t botch anything, mother fucker. You sold fucking drugs to a pregnant woman! You sold the drugs to her and then probably helped her inject them, didn’t you?” I fume.
Digging up what happened in the past was the last thing that I wanted to do but this man really fucking irks me. Everything about him makes me want to kill him. I fucking hate him. He ruins lives and he doesn’t even show remorse like a normal person. I’ve killed people, I’m not Jesus or anything over here but I at least have a reason.
Something that people don’t understand that when you take a life, that person haunts you for the rest of your life. Their death follows you wherever you go and there is no escaping it. I see the faces of every person that I have killed every time I pick up my gun. It never fades.
See, I told you. I’m not Jesus but I didn’t let those deaths happen in vain.
Q Ball drops his gun and then runs over to me. “Oh my fucking god, Bear! He came to the clubhouse and forced me to take Pinky with us. I had no idea what he was going to do,” he begs me.
The mother fucker should have been an actor. Too bad all of that skill and talent is about to go down the drain.
“Is that right?” I question and tilt my head to the left. As I do so, I see a pair of legs that I have gotten to know quite well. I push Q Ball aside and run towards Chantal. “What the fuck did you do to her?”
Chantal is lying on the floor with her head at an awkward angle that looks painful. It almost looks as if she fell or something. That would have been something that could have happened but Big Sir is looking all too pleased with himself.
“Oh, Pinky?” Big Sir asks with his eyebrow raised. “She fell.”
I place my hands under her neck in order to try and move her but she doesn’t move easily. She’s very stiff and it’s scaring me than anything that is happening right now. I use a little more force in order to get her head to move so I could look at her. Chantal head moves with me as I do this and that is when I see a few red spots on the floor.
“Chantal? Baby? Can you hear me?” I ask her.
When she doesn’t move, I search the room in order to find anything to put under her head so she has something to rest on. This floor is not very comfortable and I don’t want her fucking hurting herself any worse than now.
