Page 76 of Sniper

Slowly, we walk past a mutilated Axe and a dead Juicy as the brothers make way for us, my big brother, my father, and Tats staying close as I try and stay strong for my woman.

Fuck, this is going to kill her.

An hour later I’m in the waiting room at the hospital.

Everyone is here, apart from Liv and Cannon, who’re both with Phil, who pulled through. Rory’s been in surgery for about fifty minutes, being taken straight there when we arrived, and I’ve been stuck in this cramped room since.

“Autumn’s alright, son. She fell asleep in the bunker. Pitbull’s taken them home,” my dad offers, and I nod, whispering, "We need to hand him the secretary patch soon.”

Snake says, “We’ll do it next week, brother.”

I nod, looking at my hands, then rasp, “I want to put in a motion for something that will effect the whole club.” I look up, making eye contact with Snake. I continue, “I want the clubwhores out.” His eyes widen. “Some, like Crystal, fine, yes, they can stay, but not to fuck with the brothers. They are there to clean and cook, and we help them get on their feet and finish school. They want to fuck, do it at club parties only.” The brothers all look at me with seriousness. I growl, “All the ones who only want a patched brother, I want them gone, or I am.”

Guilt burns inside me. My old fuck did this; she helped the fucker get my woman all because she wanted me. The clubwhores are just drama and pathetic women, not willing to work, enjoying a lavish lifestyle. Don’t get me wrong, it was good at one point, but as soon as a patched brother they had their eye on finds someone, they turn vicious and crazy.

They don’t have a claim on us, and it's about time they figured it out.

Snake nods. “I’ll add it to the schedule, brother.”

I nod again and look back down at my hands.

I’ve been sitting on this chair for a while now, arms on my knees, only my girl on my mind, and what has happened to her.

This is my fucking fault.

Juicy wanted me despite knowing her place, and she caused this; she helped the fucker. The clubwhores are jealous bitches and just not worth having around. Most brothers are settling down, it's mainly the first year patched over brothers that want the whores around, and if they don’t like it, they know where to go.

It’s not called a fucking brothel, it’s a brotherhood, a family.

End of.

About another half an hour later, the door to the waiting room opens, and Doc and Kennedy walk in.

Doc has his hand tightly in Ken’s, her tears trailing her cheeks, but she soon sobs when she makes eye contact with me, and my stomach bottoms out, my fear taking over.

We lost the babies.

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Aurora

“Anything?” I hear whispered along with an annoying beeping sound.

What…where am I?

“Not yet,” the voice that soothes me so much rasps, full of pain, and my foggy confusion starts to clear.

I realize what’s happened.

Phil was shot.

Juicy knocked me out.

Axe found me.

He kicked my stomach.

He tried to rape me.

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