Page 4 of Biker's Prisoner: Property of Bucky

That will makethis a hell of a lot more complicated.

Prayer will make this easier. The Lord is my shepherd… I repeat the psalm to myself as my hand hovers over her. It’s going to hurt. I don’t want to give her anesthetic. I put my hand on her thigh to hold her down. I wish I had something to drink. That would make my hand steady.

Slowly, I draw the scalpel across Darlene’s skin, doing it just like the video said, making a not-so-deep cut about six to eight inches long beneath her navel. Darlene flips the fuck out onceshe feels the blood gush out. It takes a second — like even her fucking body is confused. But she gets it. And she acts like an animal.

The loud groaning noise gets sucked up by the white rag in her mouth. I use a towel to get the blood that seeps out of the cut. Left-handed. I have to do this shit left-handed. She can’t fight, but she tries and I have to wait a few seconds for her to freak the fuck out and numb out from shock, lying still on the table restrained.

I cut through skin, fat tissue and her abdominal muscles, ignoring Darlene’s painful reactions. It’s a medical procedure. I’m saving the child. Saving the child from a load of fucking bullshit. The videos tried to prepare me for the blood, but there’s just so fucking much.

But I see the piece of her I’m looking for and my heart swells. That’s her fucking uterus. It’s the goddamn uterus! I watched these videos a thousand fucking times, I swear to make sure I could see it properly. Wiping the blood off on a fresh towel so I can get my best control of the scalpel, I make a small incision in the lower part of Darlene’s uterus.

Buzz, buzz. She’s crying. Screaming. It’s the worst pain she’s ever felt. I have to make it worse. Using blunt forceps — Oske uses them on her sheep — I widen the incision and then I see it. The baby. I feel choked up and weird, like there’s two versions of Ruger Blackwood in the room.

Then something strange happens. I hear Doc’s voice clear as a fucking bell.

“Get that baby out, Bucky. Stop fucking around.”

I know he’s dead. I know this shit ain’t possible, but if it weren’t for Doc’s voice in my head, I might have passed out from the blood and the gore of Darlene’s body spread out all over the dining table. By the time I cut the uterus, she’s suffered so muchblood loss that her movements and fight have dripped down the sides of the dining table.

I have to get the baby out. Now.

Boy.I was pretty sure that she was pregnant with a boy. It’s what I imagined I was doing – saving a little boy from Darlene. Saving a little boy from becoming a fuck up like me.

Reaching into her,I can’t tell at first. I cut the sack of fluids that are the last barrier to the outside world, and watch as fluid pours everywhere. Reaching through the cuts, I gently pull out the baby before grabbing a clamp to place on the umbilical cord to cut it with my knife. My hands are shaking so fucking much as I cut the cord that I swear I’ll screw up or drop the baby.

Darlene makes soft whimpering noises. There’s blood all over the floor. I have to get this baby breathing… make sure he’s alive.

Nothe.I glance down and my heart sinks to my stomach.

Darlene’s babyis a little girl. And she has a pulse…

I lookat the baby girl’s face. She doesn’t look like anyone but a little baby covered in placenta and all that other shit. I have to get it off her and get her breathing. Christ. This shit is disgusting. Darlene might still be alive. She might have lost too much blood. Her life is the least important one here…

Rushing away from Darlene’s body on the table, I get the baby clean as directed. But then… Darlene groans. She’s alive. And I don’t know what the fuck is wrong with me. I finish thesurgery. I stitch her ass up and give her water and at the end of it, Oske’s trailer smells like a butcher shop but…

The bitch survives.

And the baby…

I walkover to the bundle of blankets and look at her. She only cried a little once I got the oxygen flowing through her and now… Her instincts will want her close to her mother. When I pick up the baby for the first time, the strangest sensation courses through me. I take one step towards Darlene, propelled by a bestial instinct to reunite them — even if Darlene might not survive the night.

But one step and I freeze because a noise in the distance captures my attention. You can hear goddamn everything out here but some sounds aren’t just phantoms. I know them too well. Motorcycles. Not the Blackwood brand. I don’t hear the Sinclair recklessness marked by a sputtering engine.

This ain’t a good sign. I glance over at Darlene and the baby. If we’re under attack, I’ll definitely only have the option to save one of them.

Fuck…

I kissthe baby’s forehead and hurry to Oske’s bedroom, where I built a makeshift cradle to prepare for this occasion. I set the baby down, fucking terrified to leave her alone even for a second. But the bikes get louder and if I don’t get outside and handle this problem…

Who the fuckknows what’s going to happen.

Chapter Two

Quin

My husband, Tanner Hollingsworth, runs the Hollingsworth branch of the club with an iron fist. When we met, he kept the club business to himself, mostly focusing his attention on discovering the identity of Avery... Our daughter.

Well, now she's our daughter. Legally. Biologically, she's Tanner's half sister. His father apparently slept with a teenager affiliated with the Midnight SS biker gang and Avery was the result of that relationship. Her mother disappeared after Deborah Hollingsworth told her to get gone and never come back. She might be with the SS bikers or she might be dead. Tanner thinks she’s in Canada and won’t be coming back. “My mother terrifies people.”

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