Page 67 of Fury
Anna hasn’t woken up, but she’s twitching a lot, mainly at the mention of Brick. I know without a doubt if he walks into thatroom, she will wake up, but he hasn’t been back since the day she was admitted.
His guilt is eating him alive, and it doesn’t help that he knows Sky doesn’t want him there.
For the first time in years, he’s respecting her wishes while hurting himself by being away from his wife.
“Several times I’ve come down here to kill her,” Brick whispers as he leans beside me against the wall.
Speak of the devil, and he’ll show.
I hum, already having been told by Psycho, who has taken on more responsibilities while Blade has been at the hospital. Fuck, he even somehow managed to convince Randy to work in the garage temporarily. His words, as long as Viper stays away, which I don’t know if the brother has kept to it.
He wants Lake, that is obvious, but he’s fucked up a lot, and it doesn’t help that she’s fighting him back.
“What stopped you?” I ask quietly, not wanting Lacey to know we’re here.
Don’t get me wrong, I don’t feel bad doing this, not for myself, but there is still a small part of me who is worried Tate will hate me when she’s older.
I just needed a moment before I ended the bitch. To come to terms with the fact that she may hate me after this, which is why I hadn’t done this years ago, but the woman twisted my hand.
She shouldn’t have touched what’s mine.
“You,” he admits, “This is your kill because she took your daughter, and even though she stabbed my wife, she was aiming at your woman.”
“She’s your daughter, though,” I remind him, but he shakes his head and denies it, “No, she’s Anna’s daughter, I haven’t earned that role, and I honestly don’t know if I ever will. Just like I don’t know if my wife will ever forgive me.”
He swallows hard and chokes, “She was getting raped, and I instantly thought she was cheating, and as punishment, I allowed that fucker to live only for Skylar to kill him at sixteen...”
I sigh, “Brick, I’m not making up excuses for you because what you did to her was fucking wrong, but many women walk in and out of this club for a patched brother. You thought she was a patch chaser and managed to pull the wool over your eyes at fifteen, plain and simple.”
“But I know my wife, Nyx,” he whispers, “I knew how much she loved me...”
“You know you and Sky are more alike than you think,” I admit, and he looks my way. I state, “She ran not because she thought I was cheating but because the pain scared her. Seeing Peter on Anna, the pain you felt scared you. Does it make it right that you fucked that bitch in retaliation after allowing her to flirt with you for months, allowing your ego to take over? Fuck no, just like it isn’t right that you’ve blamed her every day since for Sky’s existence, allowing the club to treat her like shit. But you can’t just shut down now, not after months of trying to prove yourself, of going to therapy, something us brothers don’t like to do.”
He looks at Lacey, his hands fisted as he reminds me, “She lost my baby, Nyx, alone. She got told she couldn’t have more kids because of the trauma, and I told her I felt vindicated knocking Melissa up. I don’t deserve that woman.”
I shake my head, not used to the woe-is-me act from him. I mean, I know it isn’t an act. It just isn’t him.
He’s giving up.
“Do you love her?” I ask, and he scowls at me like I asked a stupid question and states, “You know I do.”
“Then help me make this bitch pay and go fight for your wife,” I reply, then I let him in on a little secret, “Every time you are mentioned, she twitches.”
He stands up straight, his eyes wide, and I nod, so he knows he heard me right, so he knows she needs him, and he snaps, “Then what are we waiting for? Let’s kill a bitch!”
He storms forwards and grabs the ice-cold bucket of water I requested on my way down here. I left my daughter with my mama, who was delighted though Tate did cry, which was fucking hard to walk away from.
Every brother that tries to speak to her wearing a cut, she panics, and this bitch is the reason why.
I need to get rid of the trash, then I’ll head back to the hospital to my girl with our daughter.
Brick throws the water over Lacey, who gasps, her head shooting up as she coughs, and I slowly prowl over to her.
Now, we don’t normally torture women. It isn’t in our nature, and I won’t torture her physically, only giving her the same wound she gave Mama Lopez and watching her slowly die before her body gets burned, but nothing is stopping me from emotionally traumatizing her.
“Fu-Fury,” she chokes, her body trembling as she eyes the knife I slowly get out of my boot.
“P-Please, I-I, I didn’t mean to hurt Anna, I-I was aiming for that b-bitch she-she stole my daughter, I-I was trying to save her,” she lies, and I smirk as I slowly circle her chair.
