Doc's Ember: Devil Iron MC Book 4 (Devil Iron MC Series)

by GM Scherbert

  ~Chapter Thirty~

  ~Ember

  When the nurses are swayed by my tears, I am able to get only a small update on Pearl, I call Blaze immediately. He answers the call, “Doc, what’s going on? Have they given you any details on Pearl or the baby? What the fuck happened?”

  I answer him in turn, “We were forced off the road and the SUV rolled as we hit the ditch, then hit a tree. The kids and I are all fine and were released by the paramedics on scene. Pearl, however, needed to be flown to the hospital because of her injuries. They won’t let anyone but family get any major updates. We told them that her fiancé and brother were on their way and would be here shortly.”

  He responds to me hastily, “She had to be flown to the hospital?”

  “Yes, she was bleeding and lost consciousness as soon as the accident happened. Are you guys close?”

  Tank answers me, “we will be there within fifteen minutes, Ember. Please try to find out something, anything on Pearl’s condition for us. “

  “I will do my best to see what I can find out about how they are doing.” Pausing shortly for a breath I go on, “Abraham, Markus, it was the Knights.”

  “What?” was screamed out from Blaze. “What did you just fucking say, Ember?”

  “The Knights, they are the ones that ran us off the road.”

  “Ember this was not a car accident? Are you fucking telling us that the Knights caused this accident? That the Knights are the reason that our woman and child are in the fucking hospital right now?”

  “Yes, The Knights, maybe four or five of the brothers on their bikes, ran us off the road. Country, Trip, and Doc were following us, but the bikes were just upon us in the blink of an eye, causing me to lose control. I am so sorry Abraham and Markus, I didn’t mean for anything to happen to Pearl and the baby.”

  “Ember, it is not your fault, no matter what happened. This is to be put at the feet of that stupid fuck, Clutch. He will get what is coming to him. We are five minutes out Ember, have Doc meet us by the entrance.”

  “Doc is gone, Markus. He left as soon as Country and Trip got here, after trying with no success to check on Pearl and Rebel. The kids are really freaking out; I will get them out of here as soon as you guys get here. There are some hotels right near here that we can stay at, if need be.”

  “No, you, Country, and the kids will head for home as soon as Bull gets there with a few more of the brothers. It should only be like twenty more fucking minutes; Abraham was on the horn with them as soon as we hit the road. Send Country to the front, we are just pulling up now.”

  I let Country know what Blaze has said and he strides towards the entrance to the hospital. My time spent lingering on the thought of where Vincent has gone is cut short by the children around me. Needing to comfort both the girls, as well as Little Vincent, is a priority for a long while, until Blaze approaches us.

  He scoops the girls up and holds them close for long moments, trying to calm their flowing tears. “Hush now, girls. Your brother, Rebel, is doing good upstairs and you will be able to see him the next time you come to the hospital. Momma is in surgery and will be fine as soon as the doctors are done fixing her up. Don’t worry girls, Poppa Markus and Daddy Abraham won’t let anything happen. Hush now, Bull and Country are going to take you to the house, we will be there as soon as we can.”

  Stroking their backs, he looks up at Country and Bull before nodding his head at them. Each taking one of the girls from him he speaks in a low voice, “Take them to my house with Ember and Vincent, grab a couple other brothers on your way out,” taking some keys out of his pocket, “take the truck, it has some car seats in it.” Looking to me he goes on, “take care of our girls. We will be home as soon as we can, I will get word to you as soon as the doctors tell us what the fuck is happening.”

  “Okay, Markus.” I whisper, taking Vincent by the hand and striding out behind Country, Bull, the girls, and four of the other brothers. As I help to pile the girls and Vincent into the truck, I take the front seat with Country. The others hop on their bikes. Pulling onto the freeway again, my mind drifts to the man that took off like a bat out of hell.

  Where the fuck did Vincent go? What the fuck is he doing? When will I see him again?

  ~Chapter Thirty-One~

  ~Doc

  The punches that I have been landing for near an hour have Clutch looking much like the bag of used up shit he has represented himself as, for many years. Each time I thought he had enough, another thing that Ember told me about him would pop into my head and the rage would be brought back instantly, so the hits would continue.

  Finally, coming to peace with myself, I stop the swings and notice that Clutch is not even conscious. Going into the kitchen, I grab a beer out of the fridge and wait for him to wake back up. It takes longer than I would guess, but after about an hour he comes to and I am ready to continue this.

  “Clutch, I think I broke your jaw, so I am not worried about you answering anything that I am about to say. I just want you to know why you are going to burn before you do.” Taking the cigar cutter, I cut the end of one of the cigars and place it to the side before lighting the other cigar and taking a deep drag.

  “You have put not only my woman, but Tank and Blaze’s woman, through the ringer. Neither of them deserved the treatment you gave them, no matter what you think they might have done to your precious fucking ego. You are the reason that Ember left, your treatment of her at least, and it will be the main reason for your demise.”

  Taking another puff, I finger at the cigar cutter again and go on, “You had the nerve to treat her with so little respect that you fucking passed her around to your brothers like she was fucking nothing. The woman that was pregnant with your child and you beat her so badly that she lost that baby. What the fuck kind of man does that? A sick fuck, that is the kind of man that does that.”

  Grabbing the cigar cutter up, I move quick to Clutch and take two of his fingers off in quick secession. As a scream rips from this piece of shit, I go on. “A sick fucker indeed would be able to do that to the woman he has spent two years with.” Grabbing the blow torch down, I light it and burn the two fingers to stop the blood, putting it down before cutting another two fingers off. Squirming around and moaning out his pain I ignore him and go on, “She was only sixteen when you had her the first time, you sick fuck. The way of life that you showed her was one of violence, hatred, and pain. A life that no one, especially her, should have seen.”

  Reaching for the still lit blow torch, I burn the fingers that were last cut before moving to his remaining fingers. Putting the blow torch to the side, he screams out in pain again, as I take two more fingers before putting the cigar cutter down, lighting them up with the torch before cutting it off and putting it to the side. Knowing that his blood loss will make him woozy soon, I slow down and enjoy my work. I would hate for him to pass out and miss the fun that is yet to come.

  It seems like the past five years honing my skills have come to a climax with this fucking piece of shit. I could use them in no better way, then to revenge my woman to the man that has caused her so much pain.

  Deciding that I have had enough of this cigar, I put it out on the flesh of Clutch’s chest on his biggest Knights MC tattoo. The scream that comes from him this time, sounds something like that you might hear coming from a wounded animal. This fucker should have never even been a MC member, not a brother to those that he rode with, and sure as fuck not even a man, to raise his hands to my woman and send his brothers to run her, Pearl, and the kids off the road.

  Playing that scene over again in my head is all it takes to drive me on, to continue my torture of Clutch. Taking the lighter out of my pocket, I continue to work through his tattoos one at a time. When the lighter gets too hot for me, I grab up the blow torch and light it, using it instead. Taking each tattoo off of him before moving on to the next. Eleven fucking Knights tattoos this fuck had on him. Eleven fucking tattoos that are no more, just as he will be in a me
re few seconds.

  Knowing that he is beyond his threshold for pain and that he will be blacking out again soon, I have no patience for this to continue until he wakes yet again. I take a knife out of my boat and slice his neck wide open saying only “You will never come between me, my brothers, my family, and my woman again. You piece of shit.” Wiping the blood from my knife onto his pant leg I set about setting up the fire. It needs to be set just so, or the fire inspector might have an inclination that this was foul play and not a horrible mistake, causing them to want a full investigation.

  Taking about thirty minutes I make sure to stage the scene and set everything up correctly, triple checking my work. Making sure that I have piled up enough accelerants, wood, and other fuel sources that I have found in the garage to make the fire burn hot enough to put any crematorium to shame.

  I clean myself up, start the fire, and head outside to where the brothers that have come with me slowly take me in, and all head towards the garage. Stopping them short, knowing that the fire will consume everything in only short seconds I say, “Brothers, I have taken care of the scene, it will be ash in mere moments with little to no trace of Clutch to be found. I have done this enough to make sure to clean up after myself, have no fear.”

  Turning I meet each man’s eyes before going on, “Now that he is taken care of, let’s get back to the Clubhouse. We need to find who those men were that ran Pearl and Ember off the road at his command. Soon, if not tonight, we will have to head to their Clubhouse, but I will call the Knights’ National President first and give him a heads up, have him find out who it was. He owes me one from years ago and it is about time for him to pay up.”

  Reaching our Clubhouse around two or three in the morning, I head for my room and find the number for Moses. Letting him know what has transpired, he lets me know that he will find out who was involved in the incident yesterday by later in the day, before this evening. He also lets me know that he will ask for no retribution for the actions that I have taken with Clutch. Moses will talk with the other members of his Chicago chapter to make sure his desires are known. As we hang up, he lets me know that he will call as soon as he has the names.

  Knowing that the next call will be tough, I grab a bottle of Jack and have a few swigs before calling Blaze. Hearing his voice, I begin by asking how Pearl and the baby are doing. He lets me know that they are both doing fine and will need to stay in the hospital, Pearl for a week while little Rebel will need to stay for a bit longer. He thanks me for being there for them when I was and then lays into me for leaving to take care of Clutch on my own.

  “What the fuck were you thinking Doc? You know that this is not a one man show and that whatever you do needs to be brought to me and the other brothers. You are acting like a fucking prospect, what the fuck are you thinking?”

  “Prez, I don’t fucking know what came over me. Knowing that Clutch was the one to cause so much pain and tragedy just lead me to fucking snap. When this shit with Pearl is under the bridge and we have Church again, I will take whatever the brothers decide to hand out to me. I couldn’t let that stupid fuck go on, I just couldn’t, I’m sorry that I didn’t bring it to you first, but I will not apologize for doing it.”

  “Do you have any leads on the accident? Who those pieces of shit were that ran Pearl and Ember off the fucking road?” is the next question out of his mouth.

  “I reached out to Moses, Prez, and he is on it. He will call back as soon as he has any leads. I am thinking about heading back up there to check in with Ember before I deal with that situation, if you are okay with that?”

  “Ember is at my house with the kids and a few of the brothers, Doc. Head over there and let her know that you are safe, she was worried when you took off like you did. Let me know what Moses has to say before you run off half-cocked again. Do know, however, that you will be answering to me and the rest of the brothers when this shit is all said and done.”

  “Yes, Prez, I know that will be the case. I will talk with you as soon as Moses reaches out to me. Please let Pearl know that I am thinking of her and that little man.”

  Pausing briefly, I go on, “Prez, tell me one thing before you go?”

  “What is it Doc?”

  “What are Ember’s interests at the Dungeon?”

  “You know that you should be speaking to her about that Doc, it is not my place to be discussing her interests with you.”

  “I know, and I will. I just want to be able to give her everything she needs and don’t want to frighten her away if I come on too strong.”

  “I don’t think you could frighten that woman away from you no matter how hard you tried. You have not been paying attention to her, you must not be seeing the way she looks at you, Doc. The way that she looks at you tells me that there will be nothing that will scare her away easily. As far as her practices, I will only tell you that she is one hell of a pain slut from the little that I have seen of her at the Dungeon. Now, leave me the fuck alone, it is my turn to sit up with Pearl as she feeds Rebel.”

  Hanging up the phone, I head for the shower and try to rinse more of the grime of Clutch off of me, before heading to Ember. Finding out that Ember is a pain slut gives me pause, and encouragement, that my years at the Dungeon will be put to good use with her.

  She will be left with no doubts when I am done with her today that she is mine in every way, until the end. There will be no more running, no matter what happens from here on out.

  ~Chapter Thirty-Two~

  ~Ember

  Getting to Blaze’s house, I situate the kids and make sure that they are fed, before letting them watch some TV. Knowing that they have had one hell of a day, I make sure to let them get some relaxation and distraction time before putting them to bed with their thoughts.

  Leaving Bull to watch over the kids, I give them ten more minutes before bed. Walking through the house to find the girls’ bedroom, I dig out some PJs and lay them out after I have turned their beds down. Walking out of the room, I look to the next room and see a guest room that will serve Little Vincent and I well for the night. Making up the queen size bed, I go through the suitcase that was taken from the SUV after the accident to find our PJs, as well. Throwing on a pair of yoga pants and one of the ratty t-shirts that I took from Vincent when I left five years ago, I head back downstairs.

  Getting into the living room, I turn off the TV and usher the kids up to their beds. Taking about fifteen minutes in each room to read stories and tuck everyone in, I am exhausted when I head back down the stairs to tidy up.

  Not knowing when Blaze, Tank, or Vincent might reach out, I make sure that my phone is close by as I clean up the kitchen then make my way to the living room. Sitting down on the couch, I fall asleep as soon as my head hits the back of the couch before I even get the TV turned back on.

  Waking up early the next morning, with a kink in my neck, I try to stretch my it out, stopping short when I notice Vincent sitting in the chair opposite me. Staring at me he waits for me to finish moving and stretching before he makes his move.

  Closing the gap between us in an instant, he takes my mouth with his in a fierce, all-consuming kiss. Grabbing my shoulders, he moves me into position on the couch and holds me there as he finishes the kiss. Pulling back from me he looks through me before he begins.

  “Ofiara, I am sorry I couldn’t help myself, seeing you in my shirt from all those years ago. I have missed you in so many ways. I am not done with what needs to be done, but I couldn’t stop myself from coming for you.”

  Looking at him with questions in my eyes, he goes on before I can speak. “You never have to worry about Clutch again, Ofiara. He has been taken care of and will not be able to reach out to you anymore. Don’t ask anything further about it, just know that you never need to worry about that piece of shit again. I have done what I promised I would all those years ago.”

  Taking my mouth with his again, his hands move from my shoulders, raising my arms up and over my head. Holding both of m
y wrists in one of his hands, he uses the other one to remove his belt, fastening it around my wrists. Turning me over underneath him, he pulls down the yoga pants that I was sleeping in and runs his hand over the globes of my ass.

  Looking over my shoulder at him with want, hunger, and lust in my eyes, I know immediately that he found the Dom within himself while I had been gone these long years.

  “Vincent,” gets out on a moan after he peppers a few slaps to my ass.

  “Ofiara, shut that gorgeous mouth of yours. I know that you have been to the Dungeon this last year that you have been back. I have questions that I would like for you to answer. Only answer the questions, I don’t want to hear anything extra, just the answers to my questions, do you understand?”

  “Yes.” Is all that I get out, knowing that he is in no mood for games at this point.

  Landing a few more quick harder smacks to my ass, he asks, “When you were in New Orleans how many men were you with?”

  “None”

  Seeing him over my shoulder, I see that he has shifted his head to the side in a questioning manner.

  “None. Did you spend time at a club in New Orleans, or was the Dungeon your first experience?”

  “I spent some time at a Club in New Orleans.”

  “What about the time you spent at the club in New Orleans? What about the men there? Who did you spend your time with at the club?”

  “No men, Vincent. The only people that I would spend time with at the club were Sara and Heather, my friends, and then Domme Diamond.”

  “A woman? You subbed under a woman while you were in New Orleans, Ofiara?”

  “Yes.”

  “Hmm” gets out on a growl as he lands ten strikes that are pushing my limits of pain, which leads me to cry out.