I shoot him again, this time I wanted to shoot him in the head. I really hate the name Melinda, but it goes wide with the kick of the pistol. I thought I only hit the cement he’s lying on because there’s dust, but when it clears he’s bleeding from his ear. Good enough I suppose.
“I hated your smell,” I say when it becomes apparent that he’s not going to respond. I would smell you everywhere around the house. I’d bleach the place down and still your smell would be there. I can’t even describe it. You were like something I couldn’t get rid of, that was slowly rotting away…”
“The clap?” Zander asks.
“And I…” I stop to look at Zander… “What?” Seriously, the man is nuts.
“The clap? Ole’ Michael here reminds me of something like that. Rot your dick off and impossible to get rid of.”
“They make medicine for the clap, Zander.”
“Yeah they do for Michael too,” He says and shoots him in the dick and sadly his shot doesn’t go wide. Michael screams and cries like a little baby.
I hold my head down. “I wanted to do that,” I pout.
“You were taking too long, now I didn’t kill him but if you don’t do it soon, I’m going to.”
“Zander!”
He shoots him in the other hand.
“Fine! Jesus you’re impossible,” I growl upset that he’s making this go way too fast.
“We own the police here Hellcat, but there will still be too much to contain. Not to mention, you’re taking too fucking long and about to fall over,” he explains, and then he makes it all better… “Plus this whining piece of shit is taking up too much of our air. He doesn’t deserve to get anything from you sweetheart, except a load of lead.”
I look up at him and smile. Well as much as I can, because it fucking hurts.
“Michael?”
He doesn’t answer and Zander’s heavy sigh is almost comical.
“Michael,” I begin again. “Consider this payback for the gardener who was a nice guy, who had family and loved ones.” I shoot him in the stomach. Michael is starting to look blue and his voice is getting weaker. I probably should hurry this along. “This is for Ms. Martens,” I tell him, shooting him in the stomach again.
“Hellcat…” Zander warns.
“This is for all the other people you hurt,” I shoot again at the opposite leg and hit somewhere along the thigh. Zander of course sighs again.
“This is for raping me,” I whisper, and I hate that some tears escape with that confession. I shoot him in the area of his dick again. Michael isn’t doing anything by this time. I don’t know if he’s alive or dead, but I can’t stop. “This is for letting Donald rape me,” I say again, crying harder now, and that just pisses me off. “This is for making me hate myself,” I shoot him in the head. I don’t stop until the hammer of the gun clicks and bullets won’t come. “Let me have your gun!” I growl at Zander, dropping the gun I had to the ground.
“Hellcat, honey…”
“Give me your damn gun!”
“Hellcat,” he starts again.
“Zander!”
“Jesus, I am going to tan your ass when you get better woman,” he grumbles handing me the pistol he’s been using.
“This is for making me hurt…for making me run…for causing me to get my friends mixed up in any of this…for hurting Nicole and Dragon…for killing Frog…” I add all I can think of until Zander’s pistol is out of bullets. I would have demanded another gun and kept going, but Zander picks me up and takes me to Hawk.
“Take her back to her room and this time do what I fucking tell you and keep her there,” he growls. He’s mad, but even so he kisses my face gently and whispers into my ear, “I’m so fucking proud of you, Hellcat.”
Then I’m in Hawk’s arms and going back inside. I can hear Zander growl at Dragon, but I let it go. He can handle his own shit. I’m suddenly very tired.
Chapter 44
Crusher
My woman has motherfucking balls of steel. Jesus. She fucking amazes me. Even with all the shit going on I couldn’t be more proud of her. I knew she was special from the first moment I saw her, but fuck, I had no idea.
I’m on lock down, per Dragon’s orders. I haven’t told Dani. I don’t want her worrying. With Michael gone, she’s going through some shit. She’s not really talking to me about it, and that shit needs to stop. I’m fully expecting to have my patch taken and voted out of the club. The branding of the tat is going to hurt like a motherfucker, I’m okay with it. If I had to go back I’d do it all again.
Besides, the fact that Dragon felt it was okay to fake his own fucking death and tell the President of other clubs and not let his VP, or his Enforcer know speaks volume about the shape of this fucking club. It’s not completely Dragon’s fault, Bull and I are responsible too, but I’m still fucked up about it. The more I talk to Diesel, the more I am sure that a change of setting would be good for Dani and me. Diesel and I were just as tight back in the day as I was with Dragon. I respect him and I’m pretty sure it’d be a good move.
“What are you thinking so hard about, Cowboy?” Dani asks.