Page 65 of Falling for Her

“She’s pregnant?” I hear Slick whisper in shock, but I ignore him and pull the knife out of this fucker’s thigh, making him grunt, but he soon screams when I stab it just above the other slash causing blood to spew out of the wounds.

“She has a gash on the back of her head,” I continue and pull the knife out again before, this time, I move to the side and grab hold of his little finger and slowly, I bring the knife to it and begin to carve like I‘m carving a bird for thanksgiving dinner. He screams and thrashes as I make it through to the bone, and I mutter, “She could have lost our child, and why, huh? Why?” before I put a lot of pressure on the digit and slice his finger off and he screams, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry….” But I ignore him, and I grab his index finger next, ready to carve it off, but pause when the guy cries, “My girl said she threatened her, she begged me to do it, please, please stop…”

I lick my bottom lip and step back and confirm, “You tried raping my woman over whatever bullshit your girl said?”

He swallows, sweat beading his forehead, spot running out of his nose, and he admits, “She said she tried to kill her and-and take her stuff, that she wanted me t-to fight f-for her, and that is-is the kind of punishment she deserves for trying to take what is hers.”

A horrible fucking feeling fills me, my stomach tightens, and I ask, “Your girl wouldn’t be Bethany by any chance now, would it?”

The room becomes tense, but a bang echoes when the guy nods, and I know either Butcher, my dad, or Bullet must have kicked the wall.

Essy didn’t end things, and the bitch must have decided this was the best solution all round. Why not have my girl raped so she wouldn’t want me anymore huh? Then she could try and swoop in while I’m all heartbroken over the breakup hoping I’d give her a chance and throw it in Essy’s face every day.

That’s better punishment instead of death for taking something she saw as hers all because she was entitled. Fucking bitch!

I chuckle darkly at the fool and get in his face, and state, “You’ve been fucking duped,” and he frowns. I continue, “The men behind me, one is the president of the Black Angels MC, her father, the other, the future president, her brother and me. I’m the man who was supposed to become vice president and I was forced to date her because she wanted me, the patch I would have held. Me, whose girl you just raped, a punishment she fooled you into completing because I fell in love with someone who wasn’t her.”

The pulse in his neck goes quicker, and I focus on it as he stutters, “N-no, she-she, no, please…”

His pulse accelerates, and for the first time in six months, I bring the knife up and without thought, I slice it against his pulse with ease before looking into his eyes, and I watch as he chokes on his own blood, his eyes wide, tears falling.

“Rot in hell, mother fucker,” I mumble before his head drops, and I step back.

“Damian,” Bullet whispers and I sniff hard as I drop the knife before turning and leaving the room without a single word, the men cursing behind me. I ignore them all and head to the yard at the clubhouse, my goal, Butcher's house.

Bethany is still banned from the clubhouse, but I know she is on club property.

“Damian,” I hear gasped as I enter the large yard from the side and I turn and notice the woman of the hour dressed in a skimpy black dress, one Victoria used to wear to school a lot, and I change my direction.

She looks over me, not realizing the danger she’s in, instead she eyes the cut back on my back and her pupils dilate as she grins, twirling her finger in her brown curled hair, but her grin falters when she looks at my face and sees the fury. “Damian are you okay, baby?” she questions again, a little fear showing in her eyes, fear I relish.

She caused this, she did this all because I didn’t want her.

Butcher and Dad should never have forced me to date her at her wishes because they also created this evil vindicated monster.

I get to her and bring my hand up. She doesn’t flinch, instead, she leans towards me, and I know she thinks I’m going to cup the back of her head to kiss her, something I have never done making her an idiot to believe I would do it.

I grab her neck, making her eyes widen as she gasps in shock, and I squeeze before lifting her up off the floor, and she kicks her legs as her hands come to mine at her neck, her nails digging into my skin as she begins to panic.

I feel every brother behind me, but not one steps in, making her kick out harder seeing she’s alone.

“You had my girl raped,” I sneer, and she freezes while she continues to struggle for breath. “When you saw that your pathetic lies about me cheating on her, knocking you up had failed, you had her attacked tonight and raped hoping I wouldn’t want her anymore, my pregnant girl!”

Her eyes widen further as she chokes, and fury takes over as I black out.

Now, I’m not one for hurting women but the bitch, she isn’t a woman, she’s a monster.

Tightening my hold on her neck, I lift her higher, then with all my strength and doing a move I’ve seen Bullet do in the ring over the years, I bring her down hard, ensuring her legs swing up, and I slam her onto the concrete, making sure her head hits it hard, as hard as Essy had hers hit, and she goes limp. Knocked out as some blood becomes visible just underneath her head and I don’t even feel satisfied, if anything, I want to grab the knife and slice her throat too.

I hear screams from the women and sobs, but none walk over, probably hearing my words, and I breathe heavily as I stand up straight and lock eyes with her mama, Louise.

Tears stain her face, but instead of pleading with me to spare her daughter, she whispers, “Welcome home, Jokester,” and the women all nod, not one coming to Bethany’s aid.

I give her a nod in respect knowing she’s probably torn, then turn to Bullet and rasp, “I need to get back to my girl. Can you contact Cody and see how Aiden is doing and if you want me back on this property, back in the house I built, get that trash,” I point at his sister, “off club property because I can guarantee the next time I see her, I will kill her. I won’t put you, your mama or your dad first like I just have by sparing her, the woman who has had my girl attacked and raped, my girl who could lose our child.”

He nods seriously, and I turn and walk away towards the gate without a word.

I have a girl to see, and hopefully, she hasn’t woken up while I’m not there. I don’t need her to think I don’t care or that I see her differently.

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