Page 22 of Torching Vixen
“You’ll make it. You will not leave me, you stubborn fucker! Do you hear me? You will not fucking die,” I command to his prone body before the three of us head toward the woods
As Wesson, Smith, and I maneuver our way deeper, one thought keeps resonating through my soul. I pray to any deity that exists my dad and brothers get here fast.
15
Vixen
It has been a week since my doctor's appointment, and I’m not due to go back for about two weeks. I am getting excited about the baby but miss Torch so fucking much. I look around the bedroom and know that I’ll have to figure something else out for when the baby comes. But at this moment, I can’t bring myself to give the room up.
Blue mentioned starting another cabin for me, Torch and the baby, even though I’ve tried to tell her that Torch isn’t going to want me once he knows. She just won't listen. I step out of the shower, then spend some time drying my hair and getting dressed to get something to eat. As I walk into the main room toward the kitchen, I hear the clubhouse phone.
“Hell’s Sacrifice Clubhouse,” I answer the phone. No one says anything, but I can hear breathing on the other end, so they haven’t hung up. “Hello?”
“Umm, I was told to call and tell you that Torch needs a hand, and that Duck is on shore and still,” a shy, feminine voice emphatically states.
I stop breathing, not believe what I’m hearing. “What the fuck did you just say?” My voice is harsh, harsher than any tone I’ve ever used on anyone.
“I'm calling from Nelson Memorial Hospital. Like I said, Torch needs a hand, and Duck is on shore and still,” the woman’s voice says again, more forcefully and even sounding frustrated.
“Can you hold on for a second? Let me get the boss,” I ask, trying to hold myself upright.
“Vix, what’s wrong? You’re as white as a sheet,” Iron calls out. I stretch my arm out for him to take the phone.
He’s aliveruns through my mind. What shape is he in, and where the hell is he? I try to run the name of the hospital through my mind to figure out where they are. Nelson Memorial doesn’t ring a bell at all. I watch as Iron’s eyes go wide, and then he nods before hanging up the phone. We just stand there, looking at each other before I burst into tears.
“He’s alive. Iron, he’s alive,” I mumble over and over as the tears fall freely down my face.
“He was two days ago. I have to get Steel, and we have to get moving. You'll stay here with the prospects, and we’ll go get our boys,” Iron states, squeezing me one more time before calling for Steel and church in a voice so loud, it feels as though the windows rattle.
With shaky legs, I walk over to the big chair in the corner and collapse. As I watch all the brothers file into church one by one, Lo comes and sits with me, holding me tight as we wait for what happens next. It’s almost two hours before they come out of church and start gathering the things they need. Steel comes over and squats down in front of me.
“We are going to bring them home. All four of them!” Steel states. His voice is so firm, so certain that I know that he will, dead or alive.
“Please do. Just make sure you all come home,” I tell him holding back the tears that want to fall. While we waited, I calmed myself, but now that the brothers are in the process of bringing the missing men home, my emotions have ramped right back up again.
He gives me a stiff nod before kissing Lo and me both on the forehead, then turns and pulls Blue into a passionate kiss. Razor leaves, never even looking in our direction.
When everyone is gone, I pull Lo into a hug as the tears fall. I want to ask what happened, but now is not the time. I lay my head back and close my eyes, praying that when I wake, my man will be home, and we can have a heart-to-heart discussion. I dream of us together and happy.
If only life wasn’t a cruel bitch.
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“Lo, stop fucking moving,” I groan, swatting at her. Doesn't this hoe know I need my beauty sleep? I mean, come on now, I’m baking a baby. That requires sleep!
“Come on, baby, let’s get you to bed.” Torch’s voice rolls over me like honey, causing a surprising reaction.
My body instantly comes alive with need and want. These dreams are the fucking worst, and I can never get off afterward. It’s starting to piss me right the fuck off. I have spent so much money on batteries and still can’t get off the way that I did with Torch. Warm hands run up the outside of my thighs, causing me to wiggle. These dreams have never been this real. Fuck these pregnancy hormones. I’m going to roll with it at this point. I need him so badly that even if it’s only a dream, I’m going to hold out hope that I get off. Fuck, I can feel the heat of his body and the tickle of his kisses. But when I feel my shorts start to slide down, my brain comes online.
“What the fuck?” I shout, sitting bolt upright and swinging at the outline I see in the dark. The figure doesn’t move fast enough, and my fist connects with its face.
“Fuck me, that was my fucking eye. Damn, you have a hell of a right hook. Fuck,” Torch growls out. When I hear his voice, and it connects that this isn’t a dream. He’s really here. I don’t think. I just act and launch myself at him.
Wrapping around him, I let the worries of the last several weeks melt away. As they do, so does my resolve, and the flood gates open. I cry for the time I’ll never have with him. I cry because the stupid mistakes I made as a child have taken my forever. It reminds me that the day Torch was taken, I would've finally found my place if I weren’t pregnant with Fire’s baby.
“Vix, baby, tell me what’s going on. Who needs to be put to ground?” Torch growls into my neck. I shake my head and just continue to cry.
“Fuck, baby, you are killing me. Tell me how to fix it, how to make it right,” he says, rubbing my back. That just causes more tears to fall, and I shake my head because the words won't come out. I hold him tighter, not wanting to lose the connection we have.
