Born to Ride_A Clubhouse Collection

chapter Twenty

Pick

What the f*ck have I done? The front door closed behind Wildcat and I wanted to run out, shoot the motherf*ckers, and save the day. But I couldn’t, or my own ma would be dead by tomorrow. I needed this money. This last time.

No matter how much it had hurt to watch the dicks take them.

F*ck.

I’d never forget the look on Cody’s face when I walked in and done nothing to help the situation. I let Vic hit Wildcat. I just stood by and did nothing...like the p-ssy I was.

I was scared, and that was all it came down to.

And it f*ckin’ hurt.

It hurt to see the pain in Wildcat’s eyes. She felt betrayed by me, and it was justified.

Vic raised his gun and pointed it at the gay guys. “Right, change of plans. I have to get out of here now, so we gotta kill these f*ckers.”

I stepped forward, hands raised. “What? No way, man. That wasn’t the plan. We need to stick to the plan.”

“Can’t. They can’t live; you should'a figured that out from the start, brother. They know us, and they’ll run to Talon. Then, we’re as good as dead.”

“Please, no,” Julian cried. Mattie stared at us with wide eyes. But his eyes also showed that he hadn’t expected anything different to come from us. He closed his eyes as he pulled Julian closer, and rested Julian’s forehead against his shoulder.

I felt disgusted in myself.

F*ck!

I couldn’t let this happen. I would not have more blood on my hands. The only reason I let Wildcat go was because I knew her dickhead ex wouldn’t kill her.

Yeah, you just keep tellin’ yourself that.

I had to believe that. Or else I did all this for nothing. Really, I'd done it for nothing anyway. I already knew my ma wouldn’t change, and it made me feel sick. Give her six months and she’d be back to owing, in more ways than one.

So why was I helping her now? After what she’d done? After the hell she'd put me through all my f*ckin’, f*cked-up life. Who did that to their child?

Who sold their own child’s body to be used by rich, fat-ass bitches?

Jesus.

I couldn’t let this happen.

“No, Vic.”

He turned his hard stare on me, but I gave as good as I got and met his gaze with my own.

“What the f*ck you mean, no?”

“This ain’t happenin’.” I pulled out my own gun from where it sat at the back of my pants at my waist, and pointed it at Vic. He didn't think I had anything in me. I could tell that, because he still held his gun at the gay guys.

“Don’t do this, brother. Don’t f*ck this up for the both of us just ‘cause you’re a p-ssy and can’t kill two f*ckin’ poofs.”

“I should never have been involved. I should have manned-up at the start and told Talon your plan, but I didn’t, and I let Wildcat walk out. Christ, with her kids, and I’m gonna have to live with that. But I can’t let you do this. I won’t let you kill them.”

One of them gasped, but I didn’t dare look their way.

“You’re pathetic; why Talon ever let you join, I’ll never f*ckin' know.You could never handle the pay backs for the club. You’re useless.”

Scoffing to myself, I guess he’ll soon find out how useless I am.

I watched his hand twitch and I knew.

I knew I was about to be shot.

But I had to get there first.

The sound of my gun being fired echoed through the quiet house.

Though, it wasn’t only my gun.

I was knocked back when I was hit. My hand went to my chest as I stumbled backwards and then fell to my ass against the wall.

I smiled as I witnessed Vic fall to the floor, bleeding out from his throat.

We all watched silently as he took his last staggering breath and died.

“Holy shit,” Mattie yelled.

“Mother Mary,” Julian cried.

I snorted, and then winced from the pain. My hand was still holding my chest as the blood seeped through my fingers.

“G-get to Talon. Tell him,” I said.

“We aren’t leaving you,” Julian uttered, as he knelt down beside me. Mattie showed up with a towel in his hand, gave it to Julian, and then he disappeared again with a phone to his ear. I watched in slow motion as Julian moved my hand away, and placed the towel and pressed against my chest, causing me to moan as the pain doubled.

“Right, there’s an ambulance on the way.”

“No,” I whispered.

I was better off dead.

“Don’t shit us. You’re going to the hospital and that’s final,” Mattie ordered, and he knelt down on my other side, moved Julian’s hand away and placed his in the spot. “You saved us. We save you.”

I snorted again, but it turned into a cough. “N-no mouth-to-mouth.”

They laughed a tired, stressed laugh. “You wish,” Julian said.

“Honey,” Mattie said—I hoped to f*ck to Julian. I glanced up and saw he was staring at his lover. “You need to go to Talon. Call Violet on the way; she’ll need to be there. I’ll stay here. We’ll meet up later.”

Julian shook his head. “I’m not leaving you. We can call him.”

“No. We can’t tell him this over the phone. Listen, here comes the ambulance. Go, honey. Do this for Zee.”

Yeah, finding out his brother betrayed him wasn’t something to say over the phone.

Julian kissed Mattie quickly—not something a dying man wished to see. He got up and ran out the front door, yelling to the ambo guys on the way, “It’s not my blood; in the house, get in the house.”

# # # #

Talon

I’d just pulled up to the compound from visiting Travis, when Pick’s car came burling around the corner and skidded to a stop beside Griz and me. Only it wasn’t Pick who got out, but Julian. Covered in blood.

My stomach dropped.

Pain filled my chest.

“What the f*ck?” I roared.

“Inside now,” Griz ordered to a pale-faced Julian. We ran. Julian ran straight for the bar, with shaking hands, he poured himself a shot, and downed it.

I stalked over to him and yelled, “Tell me what the f*ck is going on.”

“Oh, God, Talon, shit, shit.”

“Talk now, motherf*cker, or so help me—where the f*ck is my woman...f*ck, the kids?”

“Brother, calm down,” Griz said.

“F*ck!” I screamed.

“What the hell is going on?” Deanna asked, walking into the room in shorts and a tee that she’d slept in. Her mouth dropped open at the sight of Julian. “No.” she gasped.

Griz went to her, pulling her into his arms; she shoved him away and with her hands on her hips and cold eyes she asked, “What happened?”

“Vic,” Julian said.

“What the f*ck about Vic?” I asked, as I started pacing; it was either that or I’d lose my f*ckin’ mind.

“H-he’s got men delivering Zara and the kids to David right now.”

I picked up a chair and threw it against the wall, shattering it.

“Where’s Pick, Stake, and Bizz?” Griz asked.

“Shit, Talon. I’m sorry, man. Pick had called your house, even before I got there, and told them they didn’t need to guard anymore. Bizz and Stake left it in the hands of Vic. Zee got back with Pick...shit; they had it all planned. Even tonight, the distraction of Travis—not that he knew, but his slutty girlfriend helped Vic set it up.”

“Christ,” I said to the roof. “My brothers betrayed me.”

“Yeah,” Julian whispered. “But then, Vic was going to kill Mattie and me once the others left with Zara—the others being Rocko’s men, the ones we saw tonight.”

“Motherf*cker,” I roared.

“How’d you get away?” Deanna asked, as she stood there with her arms wrapped around her stomach. I knew she’d be feeling just as sick as I was.

Only hatred and fury filled me more, and I was willing to ride those f*ckin’ emotions to lead me to my woman, my son, and my Maya.

“Pick. H-he, God, he helped us; he didn’t want to do this Talon; he hated every moment. But he’s got some mother-issues. He s-shot Vic, but got shot in return. Mattie’s with him; they’re going to the hospital.”

“And Vic?” Griz hissed.

“He’s dead.”

“At least that’s one less a*shole we’ll have to kill,” I said. “Right, Julian, go get cleaned up; I’ll send someone down with clothes for you. Then get to the hospital with one of my guys to be with Mattie. No one takes their eyes off Pick; I’ll need a word with him.”

The door to the compound burst open, and in ran Violet, Warden, and Travis.

“What’s going on?” Vi asked when she came to stop beside me.

“On a short, I was betrayed by two of my brothers; Zara and the kids have been taken to David.”

“F*ck,” Warden whispered.

“Christ, no,” Vi uttered.

“What can we do?” Travis asked. Any other time I would have told him to f*ck off, but not when my family was involved.

Only nothing came to mind; all I could think about was hurting someone. I needed someone to pay for the gaping hole I was feeling in my heart.

Thank f*ck I had Griz at my side. He barked out, “Violet, you stay here with Deanna and man the phones. Travis, see if you can find out where David is situated right now through your sources. Warden, you’ll go with Blue; once I call him in, to the hospital, you’ll need to talk to Pick. Talon...”

I smiled. “We’re going to talk to Rocko.”

Travis got on his phone. Griz got on his to call Blue. Julian took off to the showers; but it was Deanna and Violet both at the same time that yelled, “F*ck no.”

Then Deanna added, “You can’t expect me to sit on my ass while my best friend is out there having God-knows-what done to her by that f*cker David. I’m not sitting here manning the f*ckin’ phones when you can get some of ya boys to do it.”

“I agree. You need me, Talon. We don’t see eye-to-eye on a lot of things, but this, we work together on.”

“F*ck, woman. I don’t need this shit. I gotta go.”

“Then we’re coming with you,” Violet said.

“Shit yeah,” Deanna added.

“Jesus, whatever. Griz?”

“Jeremy’s up; he’ll call others to scout and man the f*ckin’ phone. Let’s roll.”

A curt nod and we left.

Not f*ckin’ before I saw Travis—the biggest pimp of Melbourne—pull my sister aside, kiss her, and tell her something to have her eyes warm and nod.

F*ck, something to worry about when I got my family back.

Now it was time to fight for them.