“I said I was fine!” I got up in her face, but she didn’t cower down. She was used to our tempers, having battled the Jameson men all her life.
“Goddamn it! You boys are so stubborn, just like your father.” She glanced around the living room, searching for the prick. “Speaking of him, where is he?”
I followed her stare, checking out all the faces. Noticing, he really was missing. Through my fury, I hadn’t realized that before. I knew he would’ve been here. No matter what, he would have fucking been here.
My eyes widened and my heart dropped. All the blood drained from my face. “Son of a bitch!” I snapped, running out the front door that was hanging on its hinges before I got the last word out.
“Creed! Creed! Wait up!” I heard some brothers say from behind me, but it was too late. I was already on my bike, speeding the fuck out of there as fast as the old girl could go. Leaving nothing but dust in my wake.
It didn’t take long till I was pulling into the compound, engaging the kickstand, jumping off my bike before I even turned off the engine. In a blink of an eye, I was in the clubhouse.
“Creed, you—”
I grabbed a hold of my old man’s throat, slamming him up against the nearest wall, much like I had just done to Noah. He gasped, his hands latching onto my strangling grip.
“Only gonna ask you one fuckin’ time. Where is she?” I scoffed, loosening my hold enough for him to reply.
“Who?” Pops choked out, slowly grinning.
I was about to wipe the fucking smug look off his face when I felt the cool metal graze the back of my head. I didn’t have to turn around to know what it was.
“Ain’t that fuckin’ cute, you gotta guard dog,” I snarled, cocking my head to the side.
“Let him go,” the voice from behind me ordered in a tone I didn’t appreciate.
“Fuckin’ A,” I breathed out. In one swift, sudden motion I released my pop’s throat, sending him to the ground and had the gun out of the Prospect’s grasp in a matter of seconds. Drop kicking him to the floor, making him kneel in front of me in pain. “I’m your VP, you stupid fuck.”
“Shit! I’m sorry. I’m new, I didn’t—”
I pistol-whipped him in the side of his head, knocking him unconscious. His body went limp on the floor with a thud. He was lucky I didn’t put him to ground. I quickly turned back around, pointing the gun in the middle of pop’s forehead.
“Gonna answer my question? Or you wanna test the last bit of my fuckin’ patience,” I warned, narrowing my eyes at him.
“You’d shoot your old man for some goddamn pussy? The fuckin’ bitch is pregnant with your baby brother’s seed. Didn’t seem to give a fuck about you when she spread her legs for Rebel in your bed, now did she? She ain’t any better than the club whores around here. Fuckin’ easy lay if you ask me.”
I didn’t think twice about it, I lowered the gun to my side and I punched him in the face. Cold clocked him right in the nose. His body whooshed sideways, knocking him back into the wall from the unexpected blow.
“She ain’t nothin’ like the cunts that parade their pussy around here. Call her a whore again, and I’ll put you to ground. That ain’t a threat, it’s a fuckin’ promise.”
He regained his footing, standing upright, shaking away the haze until we locked eyes. Blood flooded from his nose, drenching his white shirt. I aimed the gun to his leg and pulled the trigger.
“What the fuck?” he snarled, grabbing onto his leg with one hand. Almost falling to the floor. He wiped his crimson face with the back of his other, spitting blood on the ground.
“Next shot will be at your cock, you miserable fuck,” I warned through clenched teeth.
The sound of motorcycles, entering the compound, vibrated throughout the entire foyer where we were at a standoff. The house would soon be filled with brothers witnessing the Prez versus Vice Prez, father versus son altercation. I pushed the gun deeper into his forehead, my steady finger on the trigger.
He beamed, his eyes filled with pride. “I raised you right, boy. Defend what’s yours. It’s in the Jameson blood.”
“Cut the shit and tell me where she is! NOW!”
The brothers quickly filled the empty space, all shocked from the unexpected scene unfolding in front of them.
“Creed, drop—”
“Mind your fuckin’ business, Diesel.” I pulled the slide back, clutching the grip in one hand. Cocking the gun to the side.
Pops cunningly smiled, placing his hands up in the air in a mocking gesture. Arching an eyebrow, he stated, “She’s in your fuckin’ room. You’re welcome.”
I didn’t hesitate.
I pulled the fucking trigger.
“Rebel?” I gasped, confused. Locking eyes with him while I was still on the ground. “What’s the meaning of all of this? You orchestrated this shit show?”
He shook his head no, reaching his hand down for me to take.
I knocked it away. “Fuck you!”
He didn’t pay me any mind. “Mia, it ain’t what it looks like,” he stated, grabbing my upper arm. Tugging me up to his chest, much to my disapproval.
I hastily shook off his hold and pushed him away. Placing my hand out in front of me, to stop him from coming any closer.
He raised his hands up in the air in front of him where I could see them. “Ain’t gonna hurt you, pretty girl. You’re carryin’ my baby. You know you can trust me. Calm down and let—”
“Always thought it’d be a bullet I’d take for you. Never imagined it’d be a pair of fuckin’ scissors.”
“Oh my God!” I drawled out, recognizing his voice instantly. Placing my hand over my heart, I turned around, coming face to face with none other than Creed. I didn’t know whether to run and tackle him, or run away from both of them.
My heart was telling me to go to the man I loved, though my mind wanted me to check out, not knowing what either of their involvement was in all this. In the end, my heart won over my mind. My feet moved on their own accord as if being pulled by a string he held, closing the distance between us. My small frame hit his tall, stalky, muscular body with a thud, as I wrapped my arms securely around his neck. Causing him to stumble back a little from the startling impact. Even he was surprised by the sentiment pouring out of me.
Fresh tears started to flow down my cheeks, but I didn’t bother wiping them away. A whirlwind of emotions hit me all at once while I held onto his broad frame tighter. Always feeling so tiny against him. His arms snaked around my lower back, holding me closer, but not close enough.
I pulled back. My wide, tear-filled eyes instantly went to his right thigh where his jeans were soaked in blood. “What the hell is going on?”
“The fuck it look like, Pippin? You stabbed me in the leg.”