Accidentally Yours: A MC Novel (Vicious Snakes MC Book 1)

by Mallory Funk

  “I don’t know. Let’s go check it out while we figure out what to do,” I tell her as I grab onto her hand and lace our fingers together.

  “Okay,” she says, and the prospect is still standing in the room. I had forgotten that he was still in here.

  I call for a couple brothers to help the prospect with the soon to be dead fucker at my feet.

  Prez, Torch, and Steal all coming running in, probably to make sure nothing happened to Ella.

  “Who the fuck is this?” Prez asks as he enters the room. We all can see the logo for the Devil’s Souls MC on the back of his cut.

  “This fucker was trying to take Ella. They used the gun shots as a distraction so they could come in here and take her. The prospect heard the gunshots, and came running in here locking Ella in the bathroom, and guarding it with his fucking life while the asshole on the floor held a gun on him.” I see a bunch of respect in my brother’s faces for the prospect. If he hadn’t of taken his role in protecting Ella so seriously then the chances of the Devil’s Souls MC having Ella right now would have been very high.

  “Let’s get this fucker to the shed. We need to ask him some questions,” Prez says with a cold look in his eyes.

  Steal and Torch grab the guy and drag him out of my room. Prez then looks at Ella. “Are you okay, baby girl?” he asks in a soft tone that wasn’t there a few minutes ago.

  “Yeah, dad, I’m fine. Just shaken up. Is anyone hurt?” she asks with worry in her voice. I don’t know how she can be threatened to be taken, and still worry about other people. That is a sign of a strong woman.

  “One of the prospects was shot. They are checking him over now, so we don’t know the full damage, or if he will survive since he was at the front of the house when the gunshots started. Trix and Cara were also shot, but I’m not sure on their status yet either. I haven’t had a chance to check on everyone. I needed to make sure that you’re okay, and that Lily was okay. Then I will check on everyone else in the club.” Prez tells us. We need to head to the common area, and see if anyone needs any urgent care. I hope that Doc is already out there helping out with whatever he can.

  “Prospect, guard the window, and we will come have someone fix it. Make sure that no one gets in, you understand?” I tell him, and he nods his head at me turning his attention to the window.

  Prez, Ella, and I all walk into the common area. Fuck, this isn’t a pretty sight. Everyone is shaken up with terror on their faces. Most of the club whores are crying hysterically. I know that old ladies are tough and strong, but this brings it to a whole new light. You can tell that they are scared and fearful of what could have happened, but they aren’t sitting together crying hysterically. They are in control, and trying to help. This almost makes me want to laugh if the situation didn’t piss me off so much. Most of the club whores want to be old ladies, but they don’t seem to handle a tough situation like an old lady.

  I check on all of the kids making sure that none of them are hurt. After I check and make sure all the kids are accounted for, I breathe a sigh of relief that none of them were shot.

  Ella left to check on more people in the common area while I was looking at the kids. When I find her, she is kneeling beside some one. I look and see that it’s Sasha, Bear’s old lady. I don’t waste any time going to her.

  “Was she shot? Is she okay?” I ask with concern.

  “Yeah, she was shot, but only on her arm. She doesn’t seem to have any serious damage.” She moves so that I can look at Sasha’s arm myself. Ella did a good job of making sure that she did whatever she could to stop the bleeding.

  When I look up at Sasha, her eyes are open, and all I can see is pain in them.

  “Are you okay?” I ask her.

  “I’m fine, VP. Your old lady is taking good care of me,” she says trying to get me to leave. I know that she’s worried about everyone else. Bear comes running when he sees us kneeling beside her.

  “Sasha, baby, are you okay?” he asks in a panic.

  “Honey, don’t worry. I’m fine. I was shot in the arm. It could have been worse,” she says trying to reassure him, but I know that he’s like me and someone hurt his woman, so he’s pissed as fuck.

  “You were fucking shot? Those fuckers are dead, you hear me. No one shoots my woman,” Bear says on a growl.

  Sasha doesn’t say anything, but I see her roll her eyes. I think she knows better than to argue with Bear. When I look at Ella, I see her lips twitch in amusement. Shaking my head, I help Ella up, and then check on everyone else. The prospect, Trix, and Cara have been rushed to the hospital since their wounds are more serious. I check on Doc when I see him looking everyone over.

  “Hey, anymore damage to anyone?” I ask

  “None here. Just those three that I know of so far. They are off to the hospital, and I’m not able to fix them since it’s pretty serious,” he says looking around.

  “You want to go check on Sasha before Bear loses his shit? She was shot in the arm, and says it’s not that bad. Maybe it’s just a graze, but I didn’t want to look until I found you. You will know better if we need to rush her to the hospital,” I tell him, and his eyes automatically find Sasha. He nods his head at me, and runs over to her with his supplies in hand. We are so fucking lucky that Doc wanted to be patched in. He was a doctor in the emergency room until he lost his wife. After that, he drank himself stupid, and got himself in trouble picking fights with anyone and everyone. One night, he picked on the wrong fucker, Bear. When we had seen that he wasn’t a threat, but just a man who lost his family, we did everything we could to sober him up, and offered him to prospect in the club. Once he had seen how things worked out with us, and that we weren’t as bad as everyone makes out MCs to be, he agreed, and has been a loyal brother ever since. We ended up putting his skills to use when we needed a doctor. It’s easier on us if we don’t have to go to the emergency room since the doctors like to ask questions that we sure as fuck don’t want to answer.

  No one else was injured, and some of the brothers started fixing up the windows, starting with mine. The day is spent fixing everything. The old ladies are cleaning the common room, and any other rooms that were on the front side of the house that had been shot at. We sent the club whores to their rooms since they were pretty much fucking useless. I think that it might be time to get new girls in the club because this is just fucking pathetic.

  We decide to go after them tomorrow since they will be expecting us tonight. They were probably hoping that we would be going to their clubhouse in a blind rage while they come to take Ella.

  Those fuckers are wrong.

  Ella is our Princess. No one fucks with what’s ours.

  What they don’t fucking know is that we had our own plan of attack in motion. This doesn’t change a fucking thing. We already have a tracker on Demon.

  After everything is cleaned up and fixed up with the help of the brothers and old ladies, we end up ordering everyone pizza. No one has fucking energy to do shit right now.

  I expected Ella’s nightmares to come back, or maybe something about the shooting that night, but nothing comes from her all night. I had spent half the night worried as fuck about her. I know the asshole is just playing with us, and I won’t be able to relax until I know that Ella is safe. The thought that keeps coming to my mind all night is why had he come to try and take her now? I thought he wanted the baby out of her before he came to take her? Unless he said that to catch us off guard.

  The next day. I wake up and take Ella into the kitchen at breakfast. Cook starts making something for her while I go and see about any updates on the prospect and the club whores who were shot.

  I see Doc sitting at the bar, and I think that he might know about how everything went last night.

  “Hey, brother. Hear anything about the prospect, Trix, and Cara?” I ask as I take a seat beside him.

  “Yeah, the prospect is asleep right now. The bullet didn’t hit any internal organs. The bullet fucking missed everything. Ho
w fucking lucky is that shit? They said that we got him there just in time, or he would have lost too much blood. He should be at the hospital a while though so that he can recover,” he tells me, and then takes a sip of his coffee.

  “And what about Trix and Cara?” I ask with concern in my voice. They may be club whores, but they were under our protection when they were shot.

  “Trix didn’t make it. She lost too much blood, and the bullet went through one of her lungs. Cara is in a coma right now, so we don’t know the damage yet, but it’s not looking good. They were standing together by the bar when it happened, and didn’t get to the ground in time,” he tells me with emotion in his voice. I know he’s trying to hide it from me, but they were under fucking club protection and were a part of the club for as long as they had wanted to be.

  “What about Sasha?” I ask trying to keep my emotions in check. I needed to save my anger for tonight when we ambush the Devil’s Souls MC clubhouse.

  “She’s fine. The bullet just grazed her like I suspected. We just stitched her up. Didn’t stop Bear from raising hell about it though. Fuck, I know that I would lose my shit if that were my old lady. It may be just a graze, but it’s your old lady, you know?” he says looking at me in the eyes.

  “Yeah, I know brother. Thank fuck nothing happened to Ella. I would be losing my shit right now if she were shot too,” I tell him honestly.

  “Fuck, I hear you. Everyone would go raising hell if she were shot. Fuck, everyone is getting ready to raise hell tonight especially since the fuckers tried to take her. Good job on the prospect though.” I nod my head in agreement when Prez comes up to us. He gets the same updates from Doc that I just did.

  “We need to have a meet, and vote on patching in the prospect that was shot, and the one that protected Ella. Mad fucking respect for those brothers. They proved themselves worthy last night with how loyal they are to the club. After breakfast, we are going to vote. Spread the word to meet in an hour,” Prez tells us, and then takes off into the kitchen to see Ella.

  I spend a few more minutes with Doc, and then head back to see Ella. When I find her, I can’t help but smile. She’s eating an omelette with toast, and has a huge smile on her face as she takes a bite. This woman and food- I can never believe what I’m seeing when I look at her when she’s eating. I don’t know if that’s how she is all the time, or if it’s because of the baby. I know half of it is hormones, or she wouldn’t cry half of the time when we don’t have what she wants, or when she can’t figure out what she wants to eat.

  I spend the day making sure that Ella is taken care of. I don’t want to put her under any more stress because of the baby. I hate for her to go into premature labor because of it. She grumbles at me when I tell her she should go lay down. She goes willingly when I drag her hand back with me to my room. I am not letting her out of my sight until we go tonight, and then we will have a couple of brothers watching over her while we are gone. We can’t leave the club completely defenseless.

  At the vote, we all ended up saying ‘yes’ to the two prospects becoming brothers. We will end up choosing their names, and getting them cuts with their new club name and a Vicious Snakes patch on them.

  Usually, when we patch a brother in, we get their cuts made with new names that we usually decide best fits them, and then we celebrate with a party. This one will have to be more G-rated than it usually is since there are so many old ladies and kids here.

  That night when we are about to head out for club business, I tell Ella that I’m going out so that she doesn’t wake up worried and wonder where I am. I send Kid in the room to watch her from the chair. I tell him not to take his eyes off her, and if he has to take a piss, to tell the brother on the other side of the door to watch her. She is to have eyes on her at all times. We also decide to get the prospect that had protected her the day before to watch her again since he showed that he would protect her with his life once already.

  We leave six brothers around the clubhouse. There is one brother each at the front and back exits of the clubhouse, one in the common area, one in the kitchen, one in the hallway watching over the rooms where the brothers sleep, and one between all the doors that lead to the kitchen, common area, office, and meeting room. Since there is already one in the hallway where all the high-ranking brothers are watching over my room, he is also to watch over Lily in Prez’s room, and Sasha in Bear’s room.

  It’s two in the morning, and we are all very alert heading out on our bikes. There are about forty brothers behind me and Prez to make sure that we have the best chance of succeeding. We didn’t want to take any chances. Anything we can do to take that fucker out, the better.

  Their clubhouse is just on the outskirts of the other town beside ours. We both have our own territory, but they fucking crossed that line three times now. It’s time that they fucking pay for what they have done. I can feel the adrenaline already pumping through me. We can’t fuck this shit up.

  Chapter Fifteen

  Damien

  We pull up away from the clubhouse so that they don’t hear our bikes, and decide to walk the rest of the way. Once we are close, we can hear loud music going on inside. It’s obvious that they are having a party. What they have to fucking celebrate, I don’t fucking know. As far as I know, they failed on their fucking mission of trying to take my woman.

  These fuckers have no clue what’s coming to them. We get close enough so that we can take out the guards outside of the clubhouse without anyone hearing a thing. That’s the good thing about having so many biker brothers at your back.

  We have the house surrounded from all angles and entries. We want to make sure that no one can fucking escape.

  We start coming in from all the open doors and windows, guns pointed and shooting any man that tries to attack us. We are trying to make sure that we don’t hit the women in the club even though they probably don’t mean anything to these assholes. I will bet anything that most of them, if not all, are here because they are forced to be or have been blackmailed. That’s how these fuckers work. They don’t know how to run a fucking honest club.

  I don’t give any man a chance to fucking surrender. I just start shooting fuckers left and right. In my head, all these fuckers are responsible for what happened yesterday, and for torturing and killing Nikki and Sam. Nikki and Sam may have been banned from the club, but they still deserved more respect than what these fuckers gave them.

  I make my way through the clubhouse in search of Demon. I get to the part of the clubhouse that has their names on the fucking doors. When I get to the one that says Demon, I waste no time kicking the door open. Once I am in the room, there is no fucking sign of him, but there is movement in the corner of the room. I look, and the outline of the thing moving is so fucking small that I know that it’s not a man. The closer I get, the better I see that it’s a woman. She’s fucking chained to the bed by her ankle, and she’s trying to make herself as small as possible.

  A few brothers come in the room once they hear me curse. Steal pushes his way through. He’s good at picking fucking locks, so I let him do his thing. I leave the room, and check out the other rooms; but none of the high ranking Devil’s Souls are in their rooms. There was also another woman chained up in the Vice President’s room. They must keep them as their own personal slaves.

  We ended up showing no mercy to any of the men that were in the club. The amount of women we had seen in chains tied up to any fucking thing throughout the club was sickening. I was right when I thought that no women were here on their own free will. We took the women out, and some of them had to be carried because they were so badly beaten. We also had to find shit for some of them to wear because most were naked. There were rooms where most of the women must have been kept for their own personal enjoyment. That fucking made us fucking angrier seeing all this shit. We knew they were sick fucks, but we didn’t know it was this bad. Once the club was clear of women, we set the thing on fire, and head back to our bikes. Blade and Pyro both
brought a Van so that we could bring any women we found back with us. There almost isn’t enough room for all of them.

  Once we are back at the clubhouse, we see that there was no harm done, but the old ladies are now all awake, probably from being worried about us. When they see the amount of beaten women we bring in, they waste no time in helping out with anything they may need.

  This is going to be another long fucking night. Doc checks over all of the girls, and we ask each one questions of why they were in the clubhouse. Most of them say that they were abducted and taken there. Some were tricked into thinking that it was a one-night-stand, and were never able to leave. We ask all of them if they have anyone looking for them, or anyone we can call. Most of them do have family and friends that they know are looking for them. Most of the women have been there for months.

  We call people for the ladies that have families and friends left. Ella comes out with Kid at her side. She probably had a fucking nightmare without me there. I automatically extend my hand to her. I catch her up on everything that has been going on. She opens her mouth in shock when she sees all the women, and her eyes well up with tears.

  It’s not long before people start to arrive for the women who have someone. There are a lot of tears and hugs when they are reunited with their loved ones. I know that they are happy to finally be going back home. They tell them which MC kept them, and how we saved them. I am glad that none of them want to go to the cops because then we will be caught for setting the clubhouse on fire. We didn’t want to take any chances of that happening again with how many rooms and torture devices we found in there.

  We had no luck in finding any of the higher-ranking members. Those fuckers were probably hiding with their president. We went to check on the tracker since it told us that Demon was at the club, but those fuckers must have found it and planted it at the club because it was still there. I don’t know how that fucker knew that we were going to attack them tonight, but we aren’t going to give up until every last Devil’s Souls member is dead. With the amount of men we have killed, I have a feeling that we only have the high ranking members of the club left. Good thing that these fuckers didn’t believe in old ladies or we would have them on our asses, but no woman is stupid enough to willingly be with monsters like them.