Page 37 of Patchover Fright Night
“Baby!” I pulled back to look into her dazed eyes. “Fuck me, you’re alive!”
She smiled broadly, her lips trembling a little.
“I’m okay, Ice! I’m still seeing things, and your hair is sparkly, but I’m okay!”
Fuck me. Thanking every fucking deity I could think of, I dragged her back against my chest as my legs gave out, and we both landed in a crumpled heap. Was I crying? Were those my sobs I could hear, or were they hers?
“I love you, I fucking love you, I was so scared, so scared, baby.”
“Yeah, let’s just leave them to it. They’re fine,”I heard Stitch yell to someone, but I put my focus back on Lissa, and the fact that she was alive, breathing, and all fucking mine. I couldn’t fucking exist without her.
Micro
Fucking Ice. I didmy best to save his fucking life, after already saving his woman, my sister, no less, and he goes off on me. I wiped blood from my mouth, and glared in his direction. I was so fucking fed up with everyone using me as a punching bag, taking out their aggression on me, and fucking treating me like shit. Sure I was an asshole once, and I didn’t expect to be forgiven, but here I was trying to fucking make amends, and he just wouldn’t let up on me.
Soph pushed my hand away from my face, gently touching my cheek as she checked me over.
“It’s okay, Micro. You’re a fucking hero, okay? I know it, I saw it. I saw you save Ice, and I saw you save me, and the others from that building. Don’t let his emotional outburst dampen when you did. You saved us,” she said firmly, lifting up on tiptoes to kiss me gently. My heart was still racing in my chest, that rage still surging through me, but as always, a few sweet gestures from my lady, those words that always came from her heart, and I was putty in her hands. This is how you know you found the right person to be with. When they can diffuse whatever the fuck is tearing you up, and make you feel at peace. Sophie was a gift I’d never fucking let anyone take from me.
“Can we get moving, for fuck’s sake?”
I cupped the back of Sophie’s head for a moment, taking a few more seconds to absorb the sheer relief of her being safe right now, and that’s when it was taken from me once again, and it wasn’t Stitch bitching again.
It was a prick we’d already faced once, staggering in our direction, holding his side, and with a gun levelled right at my fucking face.
“Are you kidding me with this shit?” Stitch yelled at him, pushing Cammy firmly behind him when that gun swung in his direction. She was looking like she needed to get to a fucking hospital, but then so did a lot of the people around us. The main thing right now was to make sure that gun didn’t go off while it was pointed at one of us.
“Roadkill, take off that fucking mask. We all know it’s you.”
The stupid cunt cursed, shaking his head at me.
“Don’t really have a free hand for that right now, but I’m not taking your fucking orders anyway. You fucking asshole. You destroyed this club. Look at it. Look what you did to the best fucking MC in the country. You decimated it. You tore it apart from the inside out, and… fuck…” he trailed off, staggering to the side slightly, “I’m dying, I know that, but I can at least take you with me. No reason you get to fucking live. So stop hiding behind your woman, and be a man.”
Be a man.The words I’d heard from my fucking dad, so many times, that it was like a fucking emotional trigger being pulled, with the bullet going right to my heart. This cunt thought I was hiding behind my woman? I was trying to keep her away from danger, but she kept pushing further into the line of fire.
Finally I turned to look at her, knowing it might be the last fucking time, but willing to do whatever it fucking took to protect her.
“I’m so sorry, baby, you know I’d never do this if it wasn’t to keep you safe.”
As she frowned at me with confusion, I pulled her grip from my wrist, and shoved her sideways, hearing her yelp as she hit the ground. I couldn’t stop to look at her, because I was alreadyrushing Roadkill, and I’d fucking kill him for even having a gun around my woman. Around my fucking baby.
He’d die in agony, becauseIdidn’t destroy this club. That was him, and he was taking down all of Phoenix in the process. I knew it was probably a suicide mission, but we were out of options. Maybe it was always supposed to be my fate. To die for the one club that was actually worthy of it.
As I slammed into him, the gun went off, and searing pain bloomed in my chest.
Sophie
Iknew he pushedme aside to try and protect me, but I landed on my back and ass, and pain radiated through my body. I knew he’d made sure to push me back, so I wouldn’t land on my stomach, but the shockwave jarred my entire body anyway. Before I could even focus on what exactly was hurting, I heard that gun go off, and Micro fell on the gunman and didn’t move. Oh my god. He shot Micro!
I scrambled up from the ground and ran in his direction, slowed down as both Ice and Lissa grabbed at me, to try and keep me from harm. I screamed at them, because they couldn’t keep me from him. He needed me!
“MICRO! Oh my god! Save him, somebody save him!” Ice cursed as I elbowed him in the stomach, and his grip slipped, letting me fall away from him, this time landing on my hands and knees. I crawled to the still form of my husband, sobbingand begging him to be okay, because I couldn’t do this without him. I couldn’t lose him, not now.
“Micro, please, baby, please be okay. Oh god, oh GOD!” There was so much blood, and neither of them were moving, or making a sound.
I found his face, pressing a hand to his cheek, and listening for breaths. It was hard to hear much of anything with the residual noise around us, but I could feel him breathing, so that was enough for me to let hope keep me from giving up right now. I pressed my lips against his cheek.
“I’m here, baby, just keep breathing, and stay with me, please.”
