“Alright,” I grumble, knowing having them with us would be helpful.
“Thank you, stay safe and bring my sister in-law home,” Vi grins.
“I plan on it.” Straddling my bike, I watch my sister run over to Tracker. Nodding he and the rest of the Devil’s Riot move to their own bikes.
When I get Tiny back, I’m investing in a monitor for the front gate. That lets the club know when someone comes through. Better yet a sensor for anytime the gate opens. This shit won’t be happening again.
Starting my bike, I glance in my brothers’ direction getting nods from each of them letting me know they’re ready.
Pulling out of the parking lot of the clubhouse, I turn in the direction of the one place I’m willing to bet Deanna would take my woman. The one place where everything started with us a long time ago.
Pushing my girl to the limit, I head to the shack near the house I grew up in. The place where I found Deanna one day when we were just kids. She’d been lost in the woods and found the shack I’d claimed as my Fort.
By the time I make it to the tree line, my rage is at its limits.
“Prez, you sure this is where they’d have brought her?” Brake asks.
“Oh, I’m sure and I’m willing to bet she did this without Delano,” I sneer.
“What can we do to help?” Stoney asks.
“Watch your step and follow me. If you see any men in suits, shoot ‘em. Anyone who didn’t come into these woods with us and Tiny is fair game. This is private property and no one should be on this land besides the club,” I declare and Stoney grins.
“My kinda fun here, alright let’s go have some target practice,” the man says nodding his head.
Fuckin’ hell you find allies in the strangest ways. Having my sister become his VP’s ol’ lady worked out in both our favors. Doesn’t mean I didn’t look into them when I found out about her being with the dude.
Shaking my head, I focus on one thing. Getting my ol’ lady back from the psycho-bitch from hell. With each step I take I force the memories of this place out of my head. No longer will they ever hold any meaning to me but hatred because of Deanna. She ruined everything when it came to this place. It used to be mine and then I met her. I thought she was everything the way she’d smile so bright.
I barely register the shot that hits me. Reaching up to my shoulder, I pull my hand back to find some fucker has shot me.
Not letting it stop me, I keep walking toward the shack that’s now in my sight.
More shots are taken as people start to yell around me, however, I keep my focus solely on making my way toward my woman.
“I knew you’d know where to find me, sweetheart,” Deanna giggles from the entrance.
“You crossed a line, Dea. This time you’ve gone too far going after my ol’ lady,” I sneer.
“Gone too far? I highly doubt that,” she laughs, stepping closer to me.
“Where’s Tiny?” I demand.
“Don’t worry about that little girl. I told you I wasn’t giving you up and I meant it. I’ve lived in hell and I won’t do it alone,” she says.
“Dea, quit this shit now.” My fingers itch to grab my gun and pull the trigger that would end her. I don’t normally condone harming women, but Deanna is far from being classified as a woman in my book.
“I don’t think so, you see the day I saw you two in the French Quarter, I knew she was different. The way you looked at her told me everything I needed to know. She was special and going to take my place in your heart,” she rambles on, her eyes filling with tears.
“You were never in my heart the way she is,” I growl.
“That’s a lie and you know it,” she screams. “But that’s okay because now I won’t have to worry about it anymore.” The smirk that crosses her face is one that could be called demonic when she raises a gun and pulls the trigger before I can react.
“No.” I hear Tiny scream as I stagger backwards into a tree and slide down.
My vision blurs and I swear I start to hallucinate when I hear more gunshots. Deanna’s body drops.
“Chains, please stay with me,” Tiny cries as she looks down at me. Her hands press against my chest.
“I love you,” I cough out.
“I love you to, Darren. Stay with me. I can’t lose you. Please. Please. Just hold on,” she sobs.
“You can’t lose what will always be with you.”
Shouts come from all directions as Tiny screams for help.
“Promise me, Bitsy that you’ll go on living for me,” I murmur, reaching up to touch her.
“I can’t Darren. I can’t do that. I need you.” My head becomes lighter and I have a hard time keeping my eyes open.
“We’re losing him,” Pipe yells and my body is being hoisted.
The last thing I hear are my woman’s screams of agony.
Epilogue
Tiny
The day Deanna took me I swear it was one of the worst days of my life. I never expected things to end this way.
After Deanna shot Chains. I’d ended her by using the very same gun to kill her. Just because I’m small doesn’t mean I’m not able to handle my own. I know a thing or two. And given the fact I was facing losing the love of my life, I wanted Deanna’s blood.
Taking her by surprise I’d tackled her to the ground and snatched the gun from her hands. Directly after, I’d shot her square between the eyes before dropping the gun to the ground.
My heart was ripped out of my chest.
If not for Raven and Victoria showing up when they did with an SUV, you might as well have put a bullet in my chest as well.
By the time we arrived at the hospital, they were waiting at the entrance with a gurney to take Chains to the back. I don’t know how they knew and didn’t care. From what the doctors said he coded on the table several times while they tried to save him.
It took all my strength to keep moving through the days. The guys from the club have been supportive. Even the guys from the Devil’s Riot MC. But they’d had to get back to they’re club house, however, they did ask if the club would look out for someone who was planning to move out this way for them. Victoria had been apprehensive about leaving yet she couldn’t be away from her son any longer. I didn’t blame her. I’d be the same way.
At the time when they asked, I didn’t care. Hell, I still don’t, but they’re supposed to be arriving any day now.
It’s been two weeks since that dreadful day and I’ve barely slept or eaten. Breaker, Brake and Tyres have constantly taken turns sitting with me.
“Tiny, I’m gonna go get a coffee, you want something,” Breaker asks as he stands stretching from being in the stiff chair for so long.
Shaking my head, I don’t say anything as I continue to stare into the blackhole that seems to be taking over my life.
Sighing, Breaker kneels in front of me. “It’s gonna be okay, I promise you,” he murmurs.
Nodding, I do my best to keep the tears at bay. It’s hard to do when the only comfort you have is the steady beating coming from a monitor.
“I’ll be right back,” he says as he stands back up.