Page 40 of Patchover Fright Night
“Cunt… I’ll kill… you…” I rasped out, and he did it again, tearing another agonised yell from my throat.
“Yeah? You and whose army, you pathetic piece of crap. You wanna cry about-” the last word from his lips wasn’t as much a word, as it was a pained groan, and his weight left me rapidly. I took the opportunity to roll over, so I could see what the fuck was happening. A hand stretched down to me, and I stared up in surprise at a bloody-faced Torch.
“Sorry to interrupt your date, man, but we’ve got shit to do.” He smirked at me, and I let him drag me up, although the resurgence of pain in my calf nearly floored me again. The guy who’d been tormenting me was laying on his side silently beside me.
“He dead?”
Torch snorted, looping my arm over his shoulders, to help me bear my weight.
“Not yet, but he will be.”
Good. “So he can feel pain still… kick him in the junk for me. I don’t exactly have the balance right now, but he’s due some agony.”
Torch shrugged, a motion we both felt, as he braced me against him, and drew back his leg, planting it firmly in thefucker’s groin. The guy’s eyes flew open as he screamed out and cupped himself, and I grinned at him.
“Yeah, apply some pressure tothatwound, you fucking cunt!”
“Okay, so can you help me get the fucking gates open, man? Rossi’s men are here.”
Thank fuck for that. We struggled back to the gates, and I helped unlatch them, for Torch to drag one back and out of the way, just in time for my beautiful fucking lady to appear, brandishing a gun like a seasoned pro, and bracketed by four guys in black.
“Babe!”
She took one look at me, dusty, pained, and scowled furiously.
“Who hurt you?”
I shrugged, jerking a thumb back at the prick practically sobbing a few metres away, as he cradled his mangled junk. He wasn’t so fucking smug now, huh?
“Any idea who he is?”
“Former prospect, apparently. I think they’re all disgruntled former Rogues. He said Roadkill’s running the whole thing.” She nodded, pressed a kiss to my forehead, and made her way over to the crying bastard. She angled the gun down in his direction, and without even fucking hesitating, she blew his brains out, and then spat on his corpse.
“Fan out, and remember, subdue only. Nobody dies until we know who’s who. GO!”
I stared at my fucking goddess of a woman, who’d never looked more stunning than she was right now. Strong, powerful, and so fucking in charge. Would I let her fuck me later, when I wasn’t in agony? Hell yeah, but then when wouldn’t I?
Cammy
Having a baby ina war zone wasn’t on my fucking bucket list, so imagine my relief, when things suddenly seemed to start calming down around us. Firstly, Stitch, who was rubbing my back, while I rested on my hands and knees on a small patch of grass, suddenly groaned the words ‘thank fuck for that’. The next thing I heard was Tori’s voice, yelling at people to back the hell off, and then the words ‘don’t fucking kill them’, but I couldn’t look up to see what was happening, because another contraction tore through my body, and I screamed.
“Fuck, baby, I’m so sorry. This isn’t how this was supposed to happen, I know.” Stitch was crouching beside me, his warm hand soothingly rubbing my lower back.
“We had a plan, dammit… this wasn’t… the fucking plan!” I felt like the cliché character in a fucking tv show. You know the one, the pregnant bitch who decides to drop the damn baby at the most inconvenient time, and in the worst possible place.This. This here was the worst place. I didn’t want to give birth without doctors, and meds, definitely something to help with this pain.
Hospitals were the last place Stitch was comfortable, after his cancer scare just before we met, but he knew I wanted to be where our baby would get the best chance. The right support, to be safe and healthy. This. Wasn’t. It.
“Breathe, baby, just breathe. Here’s Lissa, look, just let us get you through this. Help’s here, now. We’ll get you to the hospital as soon as we can. I know this isn’t the place. I know.”
“If you even try to suggest I hold the fucking baby in until we get somewhere, I’m going to remove your one remaining bollock, you hear me?”
I heard gasps from god only knows who, of the people milling around us, but Stitch just chuckled, stroking my hair back from my face.
“Ouch, baby. Too soon. It’ll always be too soon.”
I was a bitch. Was I really picking on the one thing about him that he feared had destroyed his life? Thank god he hadn’t taken it to heart. Thank god he knew that I was just terrified, and in pain, and exhausted.
A loud bang made me jump, and Stitch cursed, before I heard Tori yelling at someone.
