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“It’s ummm… It’s Vixen, she’s having pains. I didn’t know what else to do,” he says, tripping over his words.
Torch looks around the room trying to figure out what he needs to do.
“I’ve got this. What we’ve got planned next won’t take all of us. Torch, Razor, you guys go,” I tell them, knowing that if anything happens to Vixen, Torch will not just lose it but burn us all down, and the only that can hold him steady, is Razor.
They rush through the door, leaving it open and stomping up the stairs. The sound of the door at the top bangs closed but doesn’t sound quite right. That thought doesn’t take root in my mind until exactly eight minutes later, when everything that I believed is rocked on its foundation.
Riley’s brother starts up his screaming and yelling about anything and everything that he can find. Walking over to the man, I stick the needle into his I.V. slowly placing the needle in and pushing the meds into it. Riley’s brother stops spewing shit and starts fighting the bonds that hold him.
“The meds inside the syringe are a mix of drugs that cause the heart to slow to the point your body goes into a panic. You’ll feel like you can’t breathe, your brain will stutter due to lack of oxygen. Your muscles will start to seize.” I lean closer to him so he cannot miss the next part. “Then when you think that you might just die, I’ll restart it, and we’ll do this over and over until your heart doesn’t restart.”
“No, no, no! You can’t fucking do that.” The old man beside us begs.
“And why the fuck not? You terrorized and did god awful things to Riley. Why shouldn’t you feel the same amount of fear and anxiety she did? Tell me how you don’t deserve this?” I demand as I plunge the dose of meds into his I.V.
“You really are a sadistic asshole. Remind me that pissing you two fuckers off is not on my to-do list.” Coin shudders, standing against the wall.
“You haven’t seen anything yet,” Mouth Peace’s sing-song voice reverberates off the walls as he continues bouncing on his toes.
The sound of footsteps coming down the stairs doesn’t register as not being right until the gasp at the door brings all our attention to it. My eyes land on a wide-eyed, Riley. Panic slams into me as the heart monitors start blaring, letting us know that the two men on the gurneys have heart rates that are getting dangerously low. The men start to jerk in panic, gasping for air.
Riley takes a small step in, the look on her face unreadable. I watch her, not believing that she is there. Just as the tone in the alarm changes, it jolts me into action.
“Mouth Peace, grab her. Coin, you get the paddles for Riley’s brother. Wesson, grab them for the old man.” Reaching for the two syringes, I go first to Riley’s brother and plunge the meds into his I.V., at the same time, I yell at Coin, “Place the paddles on his chest and hit him.”
I move over to the older man and do the same thing, giving out the same instructions. Just like that, their heart rate and oxygen levels even out, becoming normal. Slowly, I make my way over to Mouth Peace and Riley, being sure to move slowly so I don’t spook her. I take her from Mouth Peace’s hold, placing her face into my chest.
“Riley, baby, why are you down here?” I murmur, doing my best not to sound angry.
“They're taking Vixen to the hospital, and the door they came out from was open. I heard your voices, so I thought I’d come tell you what was going on. I didn’t know. I’m sorry,” she says, so softly that I nearly miss it.
“What do we have here? Is that the stupid bitch that’s the cause of all my misery since the day she was born?” Riley's brother coughs.
Riley picks her head up from my chest, a look in her eyes which is not one that I’ve ever seen from her. She goes to take a step away from me, but I hold her tight.
“Don’t. Just go back upstairs and let me handle this.” I try to guide her out of the room and away from the scene at hand.
“Why is he here? Flyboy, tell me what’s going on,” she demands in a way that makes my hair stand on end.
“It’s club business,” I tell her, matter-of-factly.
My world tilts, and pride bursts in my chest when she pulls herself out of my hold.
“Fuck you, and your club business. Start talking and tell me what the fuck my waking fucking nightmare is doing in my home!” Riley screams.
For the first time since I’ve known her, and since all of this started, she loses the control she holds so tight on her emotions.
CHAPTER
THIRTY-THREE
Riley
All thought of control snaps.I let the years of anger and frustration just burst free from me.
“Fuck you and your club business. Start talking and tell me what the fuck my waking fucking nightmare is doing in my home!” I scream, done with being managed.
Flyboy slides his hands down my arms, taking my hands in his. “Riley, sweetie, I cannot tell you anything other than after tonight, neither one of these assholes will ever be a problem for you again. Trust me and trust in that.”
