Vinny and I sit. I bury my face in my hands, the guilt tearing me into pieces. I can’t believe she got hurt like this and it happened right before my eyes.
Vinny hugs me and I lean into him. He’s shaking, and I pull my shit together so I can be there for him. “She will be okay. I know she will be,” I whisper in his ear.
Thirty minutes later I hear a roar, the roar of my brother pulling into the hospital. I can feel the fucking ground shaking from the number of bikers pulling up.
One by one they make their way into the hospital. Techy runs up to us and stops dead in his tracks when he sees the blood on our shirts.
The nurse from before exits a set of double doors and I stand up, meeting her halfway. “The gunshot wound was mild. It was a clean through and through. The doctors don’t think there will be any kind of nerve damage and have sewn up the wounds.” She stops and studies the room. “The doctor is fixing to do an ultrasound on the baby. She wanted you both with her.”
I could hear a fucking pin drop behind me once she says “baby.” I look around to the guys and they all look fucking thrilled for us.
Vinny and I follow her to Lani’s room. I can’t fucking get there fast enough to her. I walk inside of the room and almost fall to my fucking knees when I see her lying in bed, pale and dressed in a hospital gown.
She smiles when we rush to either side of her, and I kiss the side of her head. “You fucking scared me, baby,” I tell her.
“I thought it was one of the girls driving up to us. I didn’t think…” she admits, and I can tell she feels guilty for worrying us.
“Don’t feel guilty, baby. Shit happens, and it’s not your fault. It’s his.” I fucking want to get my hands on the person who shot her. His death is going to be slow and painful.
Lani pushes the bed back to lie down slightly. She looks at the scene and we hold our breath, waiting for the sound of our baby’s heartbeat.
The wait feels so fucking long even though it’s probably just seconds. “Ahh there it is!” the doctor says, and then the sound fills the room.
“I was so scared!” Lani puts her hand over her face and cries. I look at Vinny and we both hold her as best as we can.
“Everything looks perfect. I want to keep an eye on you just in case. I can come to your house in a few days?” the doctor offers.
“I think that’s a good idea,” I agree.
She stands up and takes off her gloves. “I want her to stay in bed. I got the blood work back from yesterday at the clinic and her levels are low. She needs to be on a better diet.” She points her finger at Lani. “Rest and sleep!” she repeats.
She leaves the room and I kiss the back of Lani’s hand. “I’m going to hire a chef to make sure she’s getting the best of the best,” I tell Vinny.
“Shit, make her cook for us and the girls too. Have her full-time. That would help Lynn out a lot with taking care of Michaela.”
“I’m going to step out and tell Techy the news and make some calls.” I step out of the room and lean against the door. I put my hand over my heart. I can’t lose either of them.
I set out and greet the guys and old ladies. “She and the baby are fine, but she has to stay in bed and relax.”
Everyone leans back in their seats, relaxing at the news, Kyle stands up and pulls me aside. “We have the fucker who shot her.”
I grin for the first time since all of this shit happened. “Rest and spend time with your woman. He will be waiting for you whenever you’re ready for him.” Kyle smacks my shoulder.
I can’t fucking wait.
Trey
One Week Later
Vinny and I walk down to the basement. Torch, Techy and Butcher are already inside waiting on us.
This fucker has not had a fun time while we’ve been staying home with Lani making sure she’s okay.
He has pretty much been starved and has gotten his ass beat every day, but not bad enough that he isn’t coherent and not aware of what the fuck is going to happen to him.
The other guys tell me this fucker didn’t just shoot at Lani but at the other old ladies also.
That’s why the guys had a piece of him first, but now he’s completely ours. I push a button on the wall and lift him off of the ground. Vinny pushes a chair under him and I drop him down.
He wakes up and looks at me, his eyes widening. “Recognize me? You shot my ole lady. You know what the fuck is happening here.”
His head falls and Vinny grips him by his hair, snapping his head back. “Open his mouth, Vinny.”
Vinny pries his mouth open. “You won’t be needing these where you’re going.” I reach over to the small table that Butcher rolls over for me.
Butcher is always first in line when it comes to fucking someone up. I thought for years that he didn’t have any feelings until Shaylin came into the picture.
He just doesn’t have a fucking heart unless you have his heart.
I grab the pliers and grip his front tooth. He tries to close his mouth. “Ah ah ah, better not do that!” I smack his face and Vinny laughs, then winks at me. Someone is thinking about how he sucked my dick this morning.
“Vinny, this is not the time to be thinking about something else smacking your face,” I tease him, and he laughs even louder.
We are completely fucked in the head.
I grip the tooth and twist, pulling it out of his mouth, slowly working it out. His shaking, arms rattle the chains above his head.
I’m sure the feeling in his arms is gone. They’ve been hanging above his head for days and they’ve turned black from the lack of blood flow.
One by one I pull every single tooth out of his mouth. “Well darn, looks like I’m all out. I think I’ll work on this nail next.” I hand the pliers to Vinny, who takes over.
“Damn, fucker, did you ever trim your nails?” Vinny looks disgusted. “You definitely haven’t fingered no pussy with those nails. Too bad you won’t get to again.” He grips his nails and pulls.
“Well damn, I think I have a better idea.” He grabs a file and pushes it under his nails, then lifts, tearing it off.
“That’s better.”
I feel myself getting hard, seeing Vinny being such a fucking badass. I want to push him against the fucking wall and show him he’s mine.
But right now we have a fucker to torture.
One by one, Vinny pulls his fingernails and toenails off, leaving blood running down his hands and feet.
“Now what should we do?” I tap my chin.
I reach above me and let his arms fall. He screams at the top of his lungs at the sudden feeling of the blood rushing to his arms.
I take my gun and shoot him three times in the shoulder, where he shot Lani. “How does that feel, fucker?” I whisper in his ear, and I point my gun at this dick,
“Butcher, did he ever fuck an underage girl?” I ask.
“Sure fucking did. She was around thirteen. His body is going to join the others later,” Techy gloats.
That’s when he freaks the fuck out. He tries to stand and use his arms to help him, but he just collapses to the ground.
Butcher picks him up and tosses him back in his seat. I put my feet on either side of his and pull his legs apart, holding them open.