Trusting Bull: Savage Brothers MC

by Marie, Jordan

  “Why’d you choose, Alex?”

  “Bull hasn’t seen that file yet, actually. We just added it to the suspect list, I’ve only discussed it with him,” Freak interjects, typing away on his computer.

  “Why?” my girl asks, while I glance at the clock, wondering exactly why in the fuck we haven’t heard from Dragon.

  “You told Bull you’d been getting Alex to go back and double check your orders, because you were afraid Dr. Eldridge and earlier, Melissa were setting you up.”

  “Well, yeah. That’s because I trust Alex.”

  “But, you said Alex hated Melissa.”

  “Even more than I did,” Skye says.

  “What was done to Melissa’s body, Doc. That required a lot of hate.”

  Skye’s fingers move over the file in thought.

  “Doc?”

  “You know, now that I think about it. Alex is always around. He’s really quiet, but he’s always around…and his locker is just beside mine, so he could slip things in mine, and no one would even notice. Heck we’ve been at our lockers at the same time. He probably even knows my combination.”

  “Wait. Alex is a he?” I ask.

  “You really haven’t read this file,” Skye says.

  “Well Freak, said…he was a nurse, so I just assumed.”

  “You do know that a third of our nurses are males, right Bull?”

  “There goes my fantasies about naughty nurses,” I grumble.

  “You’re such an ass,” she says, but there’s humor in her voice. “Besides the only fantasies you are allowed to have are playing doctor with yours truly.”

  I start to respond, but before I can get a chance, the door slams open. Dragon, Hawk and Dancer are there and Dragon is pissed.

  “There’s no fucking kid named Greg anywhere near your home, Skye. There’s not even one six streets over.”

  I pull my woman up, and hold her to me, trying to will my strength into her body. Her hands grasp my arms and she looks up at me. Tears are streaming down her face, and she looks so scared and frail. I feel like I’ve been punched in the balls.

  “Bull….”

  “Yeah, sweetheart?”

  “Alex’s last name?”

  “Yeah?”

  “It’s Gregory.”

  Motherfucker.

  AW

  I look at Matthew from across the room. I have him gagged, tied up and sitting in a chair. I’m almost ready to begin. I look at the saw sitting beside him. It’s a shame I’ve been brought to this point. This is what happens when children are begot wickedly. Skye should have never let another man touch her out of wedlock. I thought I could cleanse her. But once a whore always a whore. Civilizations have been ruined by harlots. I can’t allow her to ruin me. I have to keep myself clean. I can’t let Skye defile me. I thought she was perfect. I truly did.

  She failed me just like the others.

  Chapter 48

  Skye

  “Oh God. Oh God. Oh God….”

  That’s all I can say. I’m sitting in Bull’s lap rocking back and forth, and I feel so cold. I don’t think I will ever get warm again. My body feels like ice. My brain is numb. I’ve thrown-up until there’s nothing in my stomach. The tears have slowed. Stray ones still find their way to the surface and I can feel them run down my face. I don’t dry them. I feel like I’m dying. Bull wanted me to go lay down. He tried to get the club Doctor, Poncho to give me sedative. I wouldn’t let him. I can’t rest with my baby out there. I can’t.

  Dancer and Hawk come in Dragon’s office dragging Alex. He’s been beaten, his eye is bloody, his face swollen, and he’s holding his ribs. I don’t think, I’m up on him in the blink of an eye.

  “Where is my baby? What did you do with my baby?” I scream, pounding on his chest. I feel Bull’s arms going around me, trying to pull me back. My fingers latch onto the shirt that Alex is wearing, and I refuse to let go. “Give me my baby back. Oh God, please, just give me my baby back!” I beg trying to resist Bull’s hold.

  Bull pulls me away, but I bend double in his arms and push against him. I can drop to the floor. I don’t want his comfort. I don’t want him near me. I don’t deserve comfort or love.

  “I’m a horrible mother. I let my baby down. Oh God, what he must be feeling right now. He has to be so scared,” I mumble, and I was wrong, because the tears aren’t gone. They fall rapidly, the sobs shaking my body, and I watch as they pool around me on the cold floor. “I failed my baby…”

  “Doc, c’mon now. You didn’t fail Matthew. We’re going to get him back. I promise you. I need you to pull yourself together, and be strong for him. Matthew needs you strong so we can find him,” Bull says, gathering me in his arms.

  He has to hold me, my legs are just too weak. I look over his shoulder at Alex. He’s shaking his head, still denying everything. I hate him. I want to tear him apart piece by piece. How could any human being do this to another? To a child?

  “What kind of monster are you?” I scream. “How could you do this? Give me back my child! Give me back my son!” I’m screaming so loud, my voice cracks. I’m trying to pull away from Bull to get to Alex, but Bull doesn’t let me.

  “I’m telling you I didn’t do this! You got the wrong man! I don’t even know Dr. Walker’s son!”

  “You haven’t been at Laurel Elementary? You didn’t tell Matty your name was Greg?”

  “What? No!”

  “Give it up fucker, we know you gave a speech on career day at the school. We’ve been checking into you,” Dragon growls, and I can do nothing but let my sobs shake me.

  Bull turns us around so my back is to Alex and he can face him. I can’t find it in me to argue. I just want Matty. I need my son.

  “So? The hospital sent me! But I never met any of the kids. I didn’t even know that Skye had a child that went there! I didn’t do this! I would never do this! Why would you think it was me? I’m telling you, you got the wrong man!”

  “You hated Melissa. It’d take a man with a lot of hate, to kill her like that.”

  “The whole fucking place hated Melissa.”

  “Whoever it is, is obsessed with Skye. You’re always there. You even asked for a transfer up on the cardiac floor to be close to her,” Bull says, revealing more information that the club had gathered.

  “What? No! Not because of that!”

  “Then why? What other reason would you have to transfer to that wing? You knew Melissa was one of the head nurses there. Why transfer to her floor, if you hated her so much?” Bull asks.

  I’m so tired. I can’t get the picture of Matty out of my head. I keep seeing him lying in bed in his turtle pajamas, with his hair all messed up. Did I kiss him goodbye? Did I tell him I loved him? I can’t even remember. What kind of mother can’t remember that?

  “Because I wanted to be closer to Dr. Eldridge!”

  “What?” Dragon asks, and the room goes quiet and my back stiffens, because even in my haze there’s a hint of truth coming out of Alex’s words.

  “I’m gay! I slept with the man, and then he just decided to forget about me. Said coming out of the closet would ruin his career. I transferred so I could see him every day. I wanted to remind him I was there,” Alex says, pushing his fingers through is hair and holding his head down. “For all of the fucking good it did. He ignores me.”

  “Fuck a duck,” Dancer growls from behind me, and I turn to look at Alex.

  “You really didn’t befriend my son at school? You don’t know him?” I say, and desperation is in my voice. Because if we have the wrong person then we’re even further away from finding Matty than I hoped.

  “I didn’t do this Skye. I promise.”

  “Freak, who the fuck else has a connection with the school from the files that Skye picked?” Dragon growls.

  “No one man. There’s not one fucking connection,” Freak answers, and I bury my head in Bull’s chest. His hands comb through my hair, and I’m afraid the blackness is going to swallow me up when Alex
speaks up.

  “Buck!”

  I look at him, and the room goes still.

  “What the hell are you talking about?” Bull asks, his body is vibrating against mine.

  “Buck! He could be the one you want,” Alex says.

  “The school doesn’t have any record of ever having Walter there as a guest, or an employee of any sort,” Freak interjects.

  “Yeah,” Alex agrees, “he wasn’t at the school, but he was working at the courthouse, next door. He was mowing their lawns. He was sitting on the picnic tables eating lunch when I came out! I asked him what he was doing and he told me he took a part time gig to earn extra money. He wanted to buy a ring for the girl he’s been seeing.”

  “Fuck me,” Dragon murmurs. “Freak!”

  “Already on it, Drag.”

  “I want Alex locked up in one of the bedrooms until we know he’s telling the truth,” Bull orders. “Put Circus and one of the other recruits on him.”

  Hawk takes him out, but not before he looks over his shoulder at me. “I hope you find your son, Skye, honest.”

  I believe him and it hurts me.

  “Fuck, Drag. This Buck owns a house on the Southside of town,” Freak says.

  “What does that mean?” I ask. No one answers, until Bull looks down at me.

  “It’s out by the old gravel quarry, Doc.”

  “Let’s load up!” Dancer orders, and the men start filing out.

  “I’m coming with you!”

  “Fuck no, Doc. I need all my thoughts on saving Matthew. I can only do that if you’re safe.”

  “Bull!”

  “You’re wasting time here, Doc. I need to go rescue our boy. I got this. You need to trust me.”

  I swallow and nod once. Bull has this. I know he does. He and his crew have worked nonstop. They even have connections at the police, which have been ignoring the whole thing so Dragon and his crew could do what they needed to do, without worrying about legal repercussions.

  “Bring our son back to me, Bull.” He gives me a quick, hard kiss, before pulling away.

  “I’ll do it, Doc. Six, you take care of my woman. You don’t, and I’ll make sure you don’t live to regret it.”

  “Got it, man.” Six says, and then Bull is gone. I sink down in the chair and wait. Bull will bring Matty home to me. I know he will. He has to. He has to.

  Chapter 49

  Bull

  “You ready man?” Drag asks.

  We’re outside the main office of the old quarry. We’ve got the place surrounded. Gunner and Dancer have spotted Buck in the office. The fucker is laying plastic down, and preparing the room. Dancer said there’s also a fucking bone saw and chainsaw in the room. So, I know what the fucking psycho is planning. I’m not about to let it happen. Everyone is in their place. Dragon, Freak and I will burst through the front door. Gunner and Dancer have the back entrance. Hawk and Nailer and some of the other prospects are minding the side entrances. We have this. We just need to make sure my boy doesn’t get hurt in the process. Matthew is mine. I’m claiming him, just like I did his Mama.

  “I want lead man. I want to kill the fucker before he gets a chance to hurt my kid,” I tell Drag, my hands tightening and untightening on my gun.

  “You got it,” he says, slapping me on the back. I click the radio so the other men know.

  “Approaching now. No movements until you hear my shot,” I tell them, and we take off.

  We advance as quietly as we can. I don’t want to do anything that might tip Buck off. I hear the chilling sound of the saw starting. I kick the door open, and Matthew is bound in a chair, with a gag in his mouth. Buck is across the room, and he has just picked up the bone-saw. He is flexing his thumb on the trigger, and adjusting speeds. When we bust through he looks at us. Surprise is all over his face. I’d love to take time to extract justice out of his sorry hide, but I don’t. It doesn’t even occur to me.

  I shoot him right between the eyes, and for once there is not a fucking tremor is in sight. I shoot once, and he falls. I walk to him, and it’s a kill shot. I know it is. Just to make sure, I shoot him twice more in the heart. I put my gun away, and notice that Dragon, Dancer, and Freak have surrounded Matty, not letting him see the body—or what I did. I’m grateful. They move away when I get there. I hear the men in the background already moving the body. I take the gag out of Matty’s mouth and pull his head as close as I can, since his arms and legs are still bound on the chair. I kiss the top of his head, like I’ve seen Skye do so many times.

  “You okay, buddy?” I ask him, and tears are falling down my face. I don’t give a fuck. My hands are trembling as I pull away. I try and dry up Matty’s eyes. It has nothing to do with my injury. It’s all emotion.

  “I’m okay, Bull. I knew.”

  “Knew what buddy?” I ask him, using my pocket knife to cut the rope on his hands and feet.

  Matty brings his hands around, and I rub them as the pinched, white skin, slowly becomes red again. He’s crying, just like I am. But, he gives me a watery smile, just the same.

  “I knew you’d come for me.”

  His faith and trust does something inside of me. For a second, I’m robbed of my voice.

  “You did?”

  “Yeah, Bull. It’s what family does. We have each other’s backs.”

  I shake my head in agreement, and catch Matty as he face plants into my chest. I wrap my arms around him and hold him tight.

  “Yeah buddy, that’s what family does. They have each other’s backs. No matter what,” I tell him, my heart full.

  I look up and all of my brothers are standing around me. Dragon, Dancer, Freak, Gunner and Nailer are looking at me. My brothers. My family. And I know if we had called Crush he’d be right here too.

  “That’s definitely what family does, Matty. They have your back no matter what.”

  I’m a lucky fucking man.

  Chapter 50

  Bull

  I’m a lucky fucking man.

  I’m in the cage. I let Freak drive my girl home. It’s not something I would have done before Skye. Now, other things are more important that my bike. Now…I want Matthew with me. Jesus I may never let him out of my sight again.

  It’s amazing how well he’s doing. All the way back he chatters on, telling me how ‘Greg’ befriended him one day at recess. He talked to the fucker every day online, right under my nose. Skye and I are going to have a long talk with him about talking to strangers. The next thing we’re doing is talking to the damn school board about tightening up security. Maybe we should homeschool him? Or hell maybe private school? Fuck, maybe the club should hire a teacher to take care of our own kids? I need to talk to Dragon about this shit.

  We pull up to the club and I resist the urge to carry Matthew. Dragon’s a fucking liar. When something is precious to you, and you almost lose it? You want to hold it close all of the fucking time. I get it now. I know why he carries Nicole. Matthew wouldn’t like it though. He wants to be a man in front of me, and I understand it. So, I let him walk beside me, but I keep my hand on the back of his shoulder. We walk to the club, he’s still talking about things. I haven’t talked, because fucking hell, I don’t think I could find my voice. We’re almost to the doors, when they are torn open. Matthew stops talking and we look at Skye. She stares at Matty and sobs break free from her. She falls down on the ground crying and opens her arms, Matty dives into them. I stand behind him watching my family in front of me. She looks up above Matty’s shoulder, and the love and happiness in her eyes practically beams.

  “I love you. I love you. I love you,” she’s repeats over and over. She’s saying the words to Matty, but there’s not a doubt in my mind that she’s giving me those words too.

  “I love you too, Doc.” I whisper. She can’t really hear me, but I know she sees me. I know she gets it.

  I’m a lucky fucking man.

  Chapter 51

  Bull

  “You doing okay, Doc?” I whisper to her s
ometime later.

  We’re lying in my bed at the club. It has to be almost seven in the morning. Daylight is starting to break through the window. Skye’s been in Matty’s room most of the night. I finally convinced her that she needed sleep, and we could spend time with him tomorrow. She agreed, reluctantly. That was about an hour ago and I’m starting to feel guilty. I wanted to hold her, but if she’s not going to rest, then…

  “I love you, Bull,” she says interrupting my thoughts.

  I’m lying on my back, she’s curled into my side. It might be my favorite way to sleep, or like now, just watch the sun come up. Her head is on my chest and I’ve got my fingers curled in her hair.

  “I love you, too.”

  “Thank you for bringing our son, home,” she whispers, turning her head slightly to place a kiss on my chest. The arm that she has haphazardly wrapped around my stomach tightens, and hugs me closer.

  “I’d die before I’d let you or Matty go, Doc. If you aren’t here, I don’t have a reason to keep taking breath.” Her arm flexes, once again tightening on me, and I feel moisture slide down my stomach. “Hey now, I didn’t mean to make you cry!”

  “I know. I’m just emotional.”

  “We have Matty home now, Doc. It’s going to be okay.”

  She sits up, and before I know exactly what she has in mind, she pulls the covers out of the way and is straddling me.

  “Doc?”

  “How come no matter when it is, it seems your dick is hard?” she asks, her hand pinning the tip against my stomach.

  Fuck! That feels good. I’m not sure anything could feel better. Even as I think it, I know it’s a lie. Inside her is the sweetest heaven I’ve ever known.

  “Because I stay hard anytime you’re near me,” I answer honestly. “You probably think that’s a line, but it’s not, Doc. Jesus, from the minute I met you, my dick has been permanently locked and loaded. I don’t see that changing. I’ll probably be ninety years old and chasing you around the nursing home, begging you to straddle me on my wheelchair.”