Page 26 of Patchover Fright Night
“I could run for the road to make the call, Ryder. I’m more mobile than you right now.” And why did it look like he took that as a hit to his masculinity or something? Men!
“Ryder, we can’t let her lose that baby. That has to be our priority, so we’ll do what we need to, and resolve it later.” We both headed toward Stitch, and the mercs, who were definitely winning out, despite the desperation of their three prisoners to escape. This wasn’t going to be pretty.
Cammy
This wasn’t how Iwanted this to happen. We’d planned everything, and now I was stuck in a crappy room, in this dingy club, with a person I didn’t really trust as my only help, and…oh yeah… no pain relief. If this was already hurting this much, how bad would it get? I knew it’d hurt, but I thought I’dhave Stitch beside me, holding my hand, and calling me sweet things, while he looked after me. We never thought we’d be able to have kids, and now, I had no idea if he was even alive out there. What if I lost him the same night our child was born? I couldn’t be without him.
“Stop crying, Cammy, it’s okay. We’ll get you through this.”
I was crying? Oh yeah, that’d be the fucking terror, and my need for my husband. That asshole had to get here fast, so we could welcome our child into the world together.
“I need him,” I gritted out, as another wave of pain hit me. These fucking contractions, miracle of life, my ass!
“STITCH!” I screamed, wishing he’d hear me and come running. Instead, I startled Lissa enough that she fell off the wheeled chair, landing in a whimpering heap.
“Dammit. I wish she was herself right now. She’d know what to do. I don’t want to do this alone!”
Sophie reached over, and gently tucked my hair behind my ear.
“You’re not alone, Cammy, I’m with you, and I’m going to keep you both safe, okay? And Stitch will be here any minute, you’ll see!”
She glanced behind her, like she thought he’d literally walk in, but nobody appeared. There was so much noise out there, and although it was muted through the walls of the building, we’d both recognised the sound of occasional gunshots. What if they were killing people out there? Was my baby about to be born in the midst of a bloodbath? Would there be anyone left alive out there?
The door crashed open and we both gasped with relief, but when the man appeared in the doorway, dressed all in black, with a balaclava covering his face, and a gun pointed at us, I knew that the biggest danger had found us, and maybe this baby wouldn’t be born at all.
Stitch
Seriously, this fucking nightcouldn’t get any worse. First someone spiked the fucking drinks, and put everyone in danger, and that was bad enough, but now things were devolving by the fucking second. Our mercs, the guys who patched in years ago, and spent a lot of time off doing their little ops and secret stuff, were at this one event out of many, and wasn’t that just our fucking luck?
Instead of being the assistance we sorely needed in this moment, we were fighting them, as well as everyone else. I was terrified, because there was no way we were getting out of this unscathed. Someone was going to end up injured or killed, and we were all going to lose a loved one on this night. How the fuck was I supposed to bring order to this fucking situation?
Micro freed himself from the scuffle, cursing as he wiped blood from his eyes.
“This is insanity. How the fuck do we get through to them? I need to find Sophie. Anything could be happening to her here.”
I cursed, shoving Diablo aside, and standing up, as I fucking fought to look like a figure of authority, rather than a fucking mess. My shoulder was screaming at me, because it wasn’t getting any pain relief, or rest, and it desperately needed both. And where the fuck was my heavily pregnant wife? She needed me, and where was I? Scrapping with men I called brothers.
“ENOUGH!” I yelled, my voice filled with every ounce of my anger and frustration. Everyone in my immediate vicinity paused, and eyes landed on me. Well, fuck.
“We need help here. Women are at risk. Do you get that? Aren’t we supposed to save the women and children first? Find the old ladies, and protect them! THAT’S A FUCKING ORDER!” The mercs actually listened, glancing at each other as they straightened up, releasing Torch, who’d been fighting with two of them.
“Women and children, Sir! Move out,” Alpha yelled, gesturing to the others, as they moved in formation away from us, just as Tori and Ryder found us.
“Tell me you’re not away with the fucking fairies too,” I begged, wrapping my fingers around my throbbing shoulder, as I took a moment to breathe.
“That worked? Jesus fuck, VP, I’m impressed. Where’d they get those fucking guns though? They brought those to a party?”
I shrugged. “With those guys, who the fuck knows. You’re both okay?” Tori grabbed my arm, and I winced, biting back a scream of agony. She saw my reaction and released it, but her urgency remained.
“Cammy’s in labour, Stitch. She needs you!” What? What the fuck? Not here. Not now, please god,not now.
“Where?!” I barked at her, and she pointed behind her at the building which housed Micro’s and Grease’s offices, and the lounge.
“In there with Lissa and Sophie.”
“Sophie? Is she okay?” Micro grabbed Tori’s arm, and immediately fell back, as Ryder punched him for touching her. Instead of retaliating, like he might have done in the old days, he just raised his hands in apology.
“Fuck! Sorry. I need to protect my woman, that’s all. I didn’t mean to touch you, Tori. Jesus. We need to get over there, man,”Micro was yelling at me, but my brain seemed to have shut down on me. My wife, my old lady, was having our fucking baby. Right now. Here in this hell hole. How the fuck was I supposed to keep them both alive, when we were in the equivalent of a fucking war zone right now?
