Page 63 of Falling for Her

Chapter 26

Jokester

“Essy!”Ishoutasher scream echoes into the receiver, a scream full of terror and pain that will forever haunt me. I spring off my stool with fear and panic as my girl’s struggles can be heard through the phone.

Having her answer the phone after a week and a half of radio silence, except one text, was fucking bliss, but now, I’m ready to fall apart.

“Jokester?” I hear Bullet as he enters my room at the Black Angels and Essy’s scream echoes again and he furrows his brows hearing it and I get into action. Dropping my phone on the floor, I turn and shove past him through the black door and state loudly, “Essy’s being attacked!” while passing Hammer in the hallway who is walking out of his room, his eyes going wide at my words.

I hear Bullet curse as I enter the reception area while Hammer shouts, “911 at the bakery!” before their footsteps follow me as I rush out the front door.

Instead of going to my bike, I sprint down the road, knowing it would be quicker as the street lights slowly begin to come on, one by one. Bullet and Hammer’s footsteps are right behind me, and my heart thunders as my girls screams echo around the cold air and Bullet curses, “Fuck no,” while I pick up speed hearing the horror and pain that she’s in, her pleas, “No please….” hitting my ears and my heart pounds with fear.

Horror washes over me as I get near the bakery to see a hooded figure laying over my girl, pinning her down as she struggles against him, her fucking legs bare, jeans next to her.

No, no, no!

My heart pounds as I helplessly watch him put his hand between them before a scream full of terror surrounds me, and my stomach tightens.

“Fuck, he’s raping her,” Hammer gasps as he picks up speed, and I roar out before I jump on the fucker, pushing him off her and we go flying onto the concrete as I land on top of him.

He grunts at the impact before he looks up and we lock eyes. His widen in shock before true fear shines back at me and without a second thought, not giving a shit his cock is hanging out, I bring my fist back and punch him in the temple, making his eyes roll back and his head slump, knocking him out instantly while sobs echo around us and I breathe heavily.

Fuck, Essy…

I climb off the fucker and quickly turn to my girl to find Bullet covering her lower half with his cut as Hammer tries to calm her, gently cupping the top of her head while her hand clutches something underneath Bullet’s cut and her body shakes.

Fuck, fuck, fuck….

My mind can’t catch up to what happened, and I look at the guy again.

Black hair, his eyes were hazel, he’s medium build.

I don’t recognize him, meaning I haven’t seen him at the bakery, the shop, or the club before, so why would he attack my girl?

Sniffling hard, I boot the fuckers head hard before breathing deeply then I rush over to Essy and kneel, instantly cupping her cheek to get her to look at me.

Her eye is swollen, and blood covers her face and hair… Fuck.

“Angel?” I rasp, and our eyes connect, her tears falling, and I murmur, “I’m here, baby. I’ve got you, everything is going to be okay.”

She shakes her head before lifting up her hand from underneath Bullet’s cut, showing a fuck lot of blood, and cries, “The baby….” As her body shakes with how violent she’s crying.

No, please, no….

Bullet and Hammer suck in breaths, unaware is pregnant, while I stare at the blood covering her hand, and I swallow hard and demand, “Bullet, we need a car, and we need one now,” while panic for our unborn child fills me.

That is a fuck load of blood, too much for her not to be losing our baby…

Essy cries, fear etching her face. Her main concern is the baby, not what she has just gone through, proving she wants this baby and now we could lose it.

She was attacked, raped, my girl, my sweet caring girl…

I swallow hard as I gently rub her swollen cheek with my thumb as Bullet's voice carries, “Dad, we need the club’s truck at Jacobs bakery. Essy’s been attacked. Get the prospects to bring the van as well,” just as a load of bike pipes echo in the air, cavalry already here, the club showing me what I, and what my girl, means to them.

I gently rub my hand through her hair as I grab her other hand, not caring about the blood, and mumble, “It is going to be okay, I promise. Everything will be okay, no matter what happens, we’ll get through it.”

She shakes her head and cries harder, her tears mixing with the blood covered on her face while her body shakes. I try and stay calm despite the urge to kill the unconscious fucker behind me.

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