Before I stepped into the sunshine, I heard her call out behind me, “It will!”
But I kept walking.
When I got outside, the first thing I saw was two of the boys looking toward my house, so I automatically looked in that direction. When I did, I noticed what they were staring at. Trix was limping toward me about fifty yards away. Her face was covered in snot and tears, but she was completely silent. As soon as I registered what I was seeing, I ran to her, the chain on my wallet slapping against my leg and jingling against the keys sticking out of my pocket. I reached her in seconds.
“Papa!” she gasped, not able to catch her breath. The strength of her sobs had her body trembling against me as she tried to speak.
I jerked my head to one of the boys. “Go get Poet. Now!”
“What happened, little warrior? Are you okay?” I asked her, searching for a wound or injury of any kind.
She seemed to be whole, but I couldn’t understand what she was saying, and I was wondering where the hell Brenna was. Something was going on. The feeling that had been bothering me all morning got stronger.
“Loud noise…Mama was scared…she dropped me out the window!”
Poet, Slider, and Vera came jogging out of the club as Trix tried to explain, but I was no closer to a straight answer.
“She says there was a loud noise, and then Brenna dropped her out the window? I don’t know what the fuck is going on. I need to get over there,” I told them as I kissed Trix and handed her to Vera.
I was about to climb on my bike when I glanced one more time at Trix and really recognized the look on her face. She was terrified.
As I held her eyes, she whispered one word that made my blood run cold, “Daddy.”
Slider, Poet, Grease, Tommy Gun, and Butcher followed me to the house. They’d all been in the forecourt and decided to follow me as I roared out of the yard. I saw Kendra’s convertible driving where the club’s driveway and ours met, but I didn’t think about it as I drove up to the house. My gut clenched as I saw Casper on the porch. There was a huge smear of blood in an arc across the floorboards, like he had dragged himself after he was shot. One of his arms was hidden behind the doorframe inside the house, and his head rested about six inches inside. The screen pressed into his side, and it looked like that was what had stopped him from making it any farther.
I noticed all of that as I ran to the front of the house and onto the porch, yelling Brenna’s name.
The house wasn’t disturbed. Everything was in its place, but I saw Brenna right away. She was facing away from me on the couch and flinched when I called her name, but she didn’t turn to look at me.
The back of the couch faced the front door, and I had to walk all the way around it to get to her. I was afraid to walk around the couch because she was so still. That didn’t slow me down though. Tommy Gun and Butcher were lifting Casper off the doorframe when I reached her, and at my moan, both heads shot up.
“Mama. Baby, you’re okay. You’re gonna be okay,” I told her as I dropped to my knees in front of her.
If I didn’t know her…if I hadn’t kissed her good-bye this morning and traveled every inch of her body last night, she would have been completely unrecognizable. Her face was covered in blood, tears, and snot. It was swollen larger than I’d ever seen in my entire life. One side seemed to be worse than the other, and when I reached up to brush my hand against it, she made a noise like a wounded animal, but she didn’t move. God, there was blood all over her clothes, and I couldn’t figure out where it all came from.
“Baby, where are you bleeding?” I asked her, but she just stared at me, her green eyes dilated with pain and fear.
“POET!” I yelled for her Pop, but there was no need. He was standing right behind me, his fingers thrumming on his legs. “Get a towel out of the bathroom, would ya? Someone needs to call an ambulance!”
As he walked out of the room, I tried to find out where all of the blood on Brenna’s body was coming from. I spoke quietly to her, the entire room dissolving around us, as I checked her out. I was going to find out where she was hurt. I was going to fix it. I promised her. There was barely any blood on her legs, so I smoothed my hands up her torso. When I reached her ribs, she moaned, but I couldn’t find any cuts or wounds. I grabbed my knife out of my front pocket, and her eyes went wide.
“Always ready, just like a boy scout,” I told her with a wink, trying not to let the panic I felt show on my face.
I cut the front of her shirt open from the waist to her neck, and that was when I saw bruising on her ribs. It wasn’t as bad as I’d thought I would find, but it was still pretty fuckin’ bad. She still wasn’t talking, but her hand had reached up and was resting on the side of my neck while she watched me.
“Okay, baby, I’m gonna have to lean you forward? How’s your back? Is it worse?” I asked her, and I knew it had to be.
Her body was too still. I was missing something. She started to say something, but when she did, she started choking, blood and spit pouring out of her mouth. Fuck. Her jaw had to be broken. I’d seen this before. I leaned her body forward gently, letting the blood drip from her mouth onto both of us, as I pulled the shirt down her arms.
I knew it. I knew they’d be there. Bruises the size of fists were spread all over her back. Before I could do anything more, Poet came back carrying a towel and something else in his fist. He set down the pregnancy test on the arm of the couch and stepped around behind me, speaking quietly to Brenna where her face showed above my right shoulder. His accent was so thick that I could barely understand what he was saying, but Brenna didn’t seem to have the same problem because I felt her body relax the longer he spoke. I couldn’t do anything but look at that positive pregnancy test sitting on the arm of the couch. Fuck. It might be over before it even really got started.
I was waiting on the ambulance with Brenna when we heard vehicles pulling into the front yard. She still hadn’t said a word, but her hand grasped mine tightly, never letting go for a second. It felt like we’d been waiting for hours, but it had to have been less than twenty minutes since Trix came running across the grass to me.
I wanted to clean Brenna’s face, but she made this keening noise any time anyone got near it, so I just left it how it was. I wasn’t a fuckin’ doctor; I couldn’t have done a whole lot anyway. In the back of my mind, I was aware of my need to kill Tony Richards, but most of me was completely caught up in Brenna and getting her some help. I was fuckin’ terrified that she was bleeding inside, that the fuckin’ paramedics wouldn’t get to her in time to help her. So, when I heard the vehicles outside, I gingerly leaned forward and slid my arms under her legs. She made a sound of protest, but we had to move her. She didn’t have a choice in that.
“Brenna. I’m gonna pick you up.”
She barely shook her head from side to side.
“Baby, we gotta get you outta here. I need you to wrap your arms around my neck, so I don’t have to touch your back. Okay? Grab a hold.”
And then, I lifted her up, a low moan coming out of her swollen mouth.
When I got outside, I was surprised to see four cops but no ambulance in sight.
“Daniel White?” the officer closest to me asked.
“Yeah, what’s this about?” I asked them, not sure what the fuck was going on but pissed as hell that they hadn’t brought a fucking ambulance with them. “Where the fuck are the paramedics?”
“Sir, I’m going to need you to put the woman down and walk down here with your hands above your head.”
It was then that I noticed all of the officers were eyeing the boys on the porch, especially Casper, who was lying near the rail using Tommy Gun’s cut as a pillow. All had their hands on their weapons though none had drawn on us.
“I can’t fuckin’ put her down! We’re waiting on a goddamn ambulance for Christ’s sake!” I told him sharply, but it didn’t seem to matter.
“Sir, I’m not going to ask you again to put her down. We’re tryin
g to be peaceful here, but you need to walk down here with your hands above your head,” he told me again as I thought of all the ways to kill him with my bare hands.
I didn’t know if they just couldn’t see Brenna’s face or if they just didn’t care, but they weren’t going to fuckin’ stop until I put her down. Poet started across the porch toward me, and all of the officers drew their weapons.
“You! Stop right where you are!” the one who seemed to be in charge yelled at Poet.
“Boy, none of us are gonna cause you any problems. No need for you to be pointin’ guns,” Poet told him calmly, his face as innocent as a baby. “That girl ain’t gonna be standing up no time soon. You want him with you, gonna have to let me go get her.”
“What’s wrong with her? What the fuck is going on?” the cop finally asked belligerently.
“Well, now, we just called you boys. Someone came in, shot that boy lying on the porch, and beat the hell outta that girl. We’re waiting on…” He pointed to the ambulance and another cop car pulling up the road. “That ambulance and the police.”
The cop’s face turned bright red as he looked between Poet and me. Finally, he told Poet to come get Brenna, and I felt her arms tighten around the back of my neck.
I whispered to her, “It’s okay, baby. We’ll get this straightened out. You go with your pop; he’ll take care of you.”
She squeezed even tighter, her breath wheezing out of her mouth fast and hard.
“Remember what I told you, Brenna? We talked about this. I said if I was gone, you needed to lean on your pop and Vera. Remember?” I felt her chest stop for a second as she finally understood our conversation. “You do that now Brenna. I love you.” Then, I handed her to Poet gently, prying her fingers off my neck.
Poet’s eyes met mine in understanding. “I’ll call the suit. Don’t say shit,” he told me as I walked off the porch, hands above my head, passing the EMTs as they spread out to help Casper and Brenna.
When I reached the driveway, two of the cops started searching me, but I was completely focused on the sounds happening behind me.
The cop who’d called me off the porch stepped in front of me, his eyes remorseful. “You have the right to remain silent…”
Then, the sound of my Miranda rights were overwhelmed by Brenna screaming my name.
Chapter Twenty Nine
Brenna
I had been right. Tony had broken my jaw. He’d also bruised my ribs and sprained my wrist. There was a warrant out for his arrest, but no one had seen him since he left my house in Kendra’s car. Nobody had seen her either. I wasn’t sure what had spooked him, but he’d set me on the couch and was ranting and raving, and then all of a sudden, he’d taken off like a bat out of hell. I didn’t care why he’d left. I was just grateful that he had. Only minutes after he’d left, Dragon and the boys had pulled up to the house.
I didn’t remember a lot of that day, but I did remember the sound of Dragon calling my name. It was the best sound I’d ever heard. I knew I was safe when he’d gotten there. I’d known Trix made it to him. The rest of the day, I remembered in flashes, like the moment I watched from my gurney when they pushed a handcuffed Dragon into the back of the cop car. I hadn’t known what was going on, but I was in agony that they were taking him away from me. I thought I’d screamed.
I spent three days in the hospital while the doctors ran tests and wired my jaw shut. I had to wear the wires for about six weeks, and the first day I had them, I knew they were going to be a huge pain in the ass. Drinking all of my food through a straw sounded like a special form of hell.
I was really sore, but the doctors were hesitant to give me any heavy-duty drugs.
I hadn’t lost the baby.
The doctors said to be cautious but optimistic. The little bean was still so small that he or she was pretty well-padded in there. They said that trauma could cause miscarriages though, so they told me to prepare for the worst. I was trying. Every day that I didn’t bleed, I said a prayer of thanks and then tried not to think about it more than that. Worrying about what would or wouldn’t happen was too much to handle on top of everything else. I was grateful. My injuries could have been so much worse; I was lucky he didn’t kill me. The baby was like the cherry on top—an extra thing to be thankful for.
Casper had been shot in the shoulder, but they didn’t think there would be any permanent damage. When he was hit, the impact pushed him into one of the posts on the porch, and he’d knocked himself out. The boys gave him shit constantly for that, but he was digging the attention. Behind the jokes and jibes was an underlying respect. If I had to guess, I’d say he’d be patching in really soon. The fact that they’d found the trail of blood from where he landed to the doorway of the house was a pretty clear indication he was trying to get to me. He’d passed out before he could reach me though, and I was thankful for that. Tony would have killed him.
I missed Dragon more than I thought was possible. The days dragged on without him, and I wondered what he was doing as I lay in bed and counted the ceiling tiles. I ached to hear his voice or feel his fingers in my hair. I was at my lowest point, and I needed him with me.
My second day in the hospital, Pop brought Trix into see me. She’d been scared. I could tell she wasn’t sure where she could touch me, so I’d lifted her hands in mine and set them on my belly. She chattered nonstop about running through the grass and asked if she did okay. It was hard for me to talk through the wires, but I assured her that she did exactly what she was supposed to. She giggled uncontrollably at the way I spoke, and Pop had to pull her off the bed to keep her from jostling me.
“Trix, where’s your game?” he asked her once she was on the floor. “Get up in that chair, would ya? I wanna talk to your mum.”
She frowned at him. She didn’t want to leave my side, but she turned and walked to the corner of the room, pausing to put little headphones on, before she climbed into the chair.
“What’s happening with Dragon?” I asked him or tried to through my teeth.
“That’s all going well. The lawyer doesn’t think he’ll be in there long. Might be a couple months though for skipping out on a court date,” he told me as he sat on the edge of my bed and held my hand.
“What court date? What happened?” I didn’t know why they had even arrested him. Every question I’d asked since I got to the hospital had been ignored or talked around. I was going crazy with the possibilities that ran through my mind.
“Well, now…back before he got his cut, there was a little altercation in a bar,” he told me, and I rolled my eyes at him.
“Dragon wasn’t a part of it, but he took the rap for another brother. One who had a sheet.”
I raised my eyebrows as he explained.
“And?” I garbled at him.
“Well, he didn’t show up for court. So, there’s been a warrant out for him, seeing as how he never showed up, and the guy had been stabbed…” he told me.
I felt my eyes close in defeat. Assault with a deadly weapon. Fuck.
“He got his cut right after that, and by that time, we’d started callin’ him Dragon. So, he pretty much dropped off the map. When he filed those papers for Trix, his name was flagged,” he explained to me apologetically. “I knew it was gonna cause problems, but the boy wouldn’t listen to me. So, that’s where we’re at.” He patted my hand. “The suit says he’ll have him out soon. The witnesses aren’t talkin’, and they’ve got nothin’ else. We just gotta be patient. He’s an Ace, and that’s makin’ wheels turn a little slower.”
“Okay,” I told him, nodding my head decisively. “We’ll just wait then.”
“Wanted to come see ya. Vera’s gonna come get you when they let you outta here tomorrow.” He leaned forward and gave me a kiss between my eyebrows. “She’ll take care of ya until I get back or Dragon gets out. Don’t you worry about nothin’ but that. You’re safe.”
He stood up and motioned for Trix to come and say good-bye.
She cam
e and stood next to the bed while I ran my fingers through her wispy hair. I watched Pop closely. Something was off. Trix kissed my leg in good-bye, and as they walked out the door, I called out to Pop.
“Where you goin’?” I slurred to his back.
When he turned back to me, he looked like a different man. His shoulders straightened. His chin tipped up, and the fingers not holding Trix’s hand started tapping a tattoo on the leg of his jeans. The look in his eyes was frightening, and I felt the muscles in my body tighten against my hospital bed.
“Hunting,” he told me with a nod. Then, he was gone.
Chapter Thirty
Brenna
Vera took me home when she picked me up from the hospital. When I walked in, Casper was sitting on my couch, watching a movie, and I glanced at Vera in surprise.
“Got two of ya to look after. Boy’s got no family around here to take him in, and he’s not patched in, so he can’t go to my house,” she told me as she brought my flowers from the hospital into the kitchen. “Sit down, and I’ll get you some iced tea. Or, you want a nap?”
“No, I don’t want a nap,” I slurred at her through my teeth.
Ugh. She’d already coddled me the whole way home, forcing me to sit in the backseat of the car so I could rest. I’d been home for five minutes, and I already wanted to leave.
“Hey, stranger.” I smiled at Casper as I sat beside him on the couch. “How’d you get out before me?”
“Damn, Brenna. I can barely understand you!” He laughed. “Not sure why I was home before you. They let me out yesterday. Just said I had to wear this.” He wiggled his sling at me.
“Yeah, yeah.” I rolled my eyes at him. “Where’s Trix? I thought she’d be here.”
“Nah, she went with Tommy Gun’s old lady and her kids. They were going to hang out over there for the day.”
I missed Trix, but I was kind of glad that I had the rest of the day to relax. I’d called the club’s attorney when we’d left the hospital, but I’d had to leave him a voice mail. I wanted to see Dragon. It’d only been three days since I’d seen him, but it seemed like a month. I was hoping that the attorney could get me in to see him sooner than the visiting days, which Vera said were Thursdays and Sundays. I didn’t know if I could wait.
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