Page 60 of Sniper

Sniper

“Autumn was conceived through rape….”

She barely says the words, but I hear them.

Rape…she was raped, held captive by an MC brother, an MC we’re affiliated with….

Fuck me, she was raped. She brought Autumn up after her being conceived through rape.

Fuck, fuck, fuck….

“How long…” Doc mutters in shock while I stay quiet, my eyes only focused on her.

Aurora, my fucking wife, sniffles and admits, “For a year. The man’s old lady helped me escape before running herself….”

Anger bubbles over, rage filling me, and as calmly as I can, I say coldly, “Doc, call an emergency church in the basement. All brothers.”

He squeezes my shoulder as I keep eye contact with my girl, and I rasp, “I’m going to need twenty minutes, Firecracker, just twenty minutes, and I’ll come to get you. I, fuck, I don’t want you to relive your pain, your trauma, but I….”

I can’t finish the words; I feel myself slipping, and know I need to leave the room. I can’t fucking destroy Doc’s med room, especially not in front of her.

Being the woman who owns me, the woman who loves me like the moon shines out of my ass, she nods, reading my body language.

“I don’t want…” I start, but she cuts me off, whispering, “I know you don’t want to leave me, but even I can see you’re slipping.”

I nod. “I’ll get Momma to sit with you.”

She nods again, and I squeeze my fists, my eyes solely on her, my body vibrating. Finally, I nod back, and storm outta the room. I make a loud entrance into the common room, grabbing the first chair I see, my pain and anger burning out of me as I throw it across the room with a raw bellow. The women scream and scatter while the brothers, who were all getting ready to head to the basement, pause in shock.

“Theodore?” my blood brother asks with concern, but I ignore him, grabbing a bar stool, and smashing it against the bar.

“Shit!” Doc’s shout as I grab the next stool, then swipe everything off the bar, glass smashing everywhere.

“Annie, get to my meds room now. Tech, he needs the fucking ring, brothers help me!” Doc shouts, or at least I think he’s shouting.

I feel like I’m underwater, like I can’t fucking breathe.

I grab the next chair, intending to smash it against the wall, before I’m tackled to the ground, Pitbull muttering, “Calm, brother, fucking calm; I’ve got you.”

I can hear screaming and crying as several hands grab me, lifting me from the floor, and I fight back, wiggling my body, trying to kick them, trying to get out of their hold, needing to let this anger out before it consumes me.

I can’t lose myself when my girl needs me. I told her twenty minutes….

Twenty fucking minutes.

The brothers struggle as they throw me in the ring after nearly falling down the concrete stairs after I nearly get out of their hold. Like a wild fucking animal, I stand, taking my cut off, and throwing it across the room, my father only just catching it before it hits the ground. The brothers all curse.

They know something bad has happened because I never, I mean fucking never, disrespect my cut.

I tear my t-shirt off as Tech gets in the ring with me, and he may be the bare-knuckle champion, but right now, I’m his worst nightmare.

He sees my anger, he sees my pain, and he nods, lifting his fists and rasping, “Come fucking get it, brother.”

And I do. I don’t hesitate, sprinting toward him, hitting him left, then right in the face, leaving my mark and making him stumble, before I do a roundhouse kick, hitting his ribs. He doubles over, coughing. “Fuck, I knew I never should have taught you that….”

Seeing I’m not going to take it easy, he comes back at me full force, hitting my jaw, and I wallow in the fucking pain.

I chuckle, spitting blood on the floor, and my brother snaps, “Fuck, he’s lost it….”

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