Forsaken Control (Oathkeepers MC) (9 page)

She kicks him really hard in the kidneys as I’m struggling to hold his head down against the front end. “Fucking run, bitch! Get in the damn car!” She screams, eyes crazy and hair flailing around her like some nutty chick that’s ready to commit murder.

I release his sweaty head as he briefly drops to the ground, and then he starts to stand, his stance shaky. I feel my flip flops skid out from underneath me against the asphalt parking lot as I take off, but fuck if I let it slow me down.

I practically leap to the car door, ripping it open at the same time as London. We slam the doors shut and she cranks the loud engine over, the Challenger letting out a mean, nasty growl as it comes to life.

My door suddenly gets pulled open by the crazy man and London floors it as I scream. The tires spin and smoke. I swear we must have come off of the pavement with how hard she slammed down on that gas pedal. The backside of the car whips to the side, digging for traction, and my door swings for a second before it crashes closed as I’m thrown back into my seat.

I’m panting so heavily I may fucking hyperventilate. After a moment my body propels forward, flying toward the dashboard as London slams on the brakes.

“I don’t think so, motherfucker!” she hisses, turning the car in a one eighty and speeding back through the grocery store parking lot toward the scary looking man.

She clips him with the right front fender, his body making an audible thump as if we just ran over a large rabbit in the road.

“Holy shit, London! What the fuck are you doing? You can’t run him over. You will go to fucking jail, dude!”

“The hell I will. Cain won’t let that fucker talk!” she declares, flooring it again, this time toward the clubhouse.

London turns the stereo up. It blares “Lydia” by Highly Suspect so loudly, my nose hairs vibrate each time the bass resonates.

I can see her arms visibly shaking as she clutches the steering wheel with both hands. She looks like she’s holding on for dear life, and I have a feeling if she were to let go of it, she would probably lose control and wreck the damn car.

We fly over the little hills on the old highway, and my nerves are dangling by a thread as I grip the oh shit handle tightly. Fuck, I could use some type of drug right now, and I don’t do drugs! I didn’t even do wild shit like this when I partied in college.
I can’t believe she just hit someone with the fucking car!
 

London takes the turn to the clubhouse and the tires spin out as they meet the small gravel road leading to the compound entrance. She lays on the horn, blaring it when the gate comes into sight, and I lean forward bracing myself by holding onto the dash. It looks like this bitch is about to fly through the fucking gate if it isn’t opened. For the love of all things holy, Prez is going to kick our asses, I swear.

“London!” I call out, closing my eyes tightly, waiting for the impact to happen.

The car turns sharply and the tires screech as London slams on the brakes and I’m suddenly thrown into my door like I’m on one fucked up roller coaster ride.

London flings the car shifter into park as tears start to stream down her face. “I’ll be damned if some fuckhead thinks he’ll take me away from my baby. I’m pregnant and fuck if I don’t get to make it here to tell Cain before some douche canoe thinks he can come along and screw up my life!”

My stomach lurches as I hear her confession on why she went looney in the grocery store parking lot, running the guy over. I swallow and nod, then wrench my door open. I turn to stand, but my shaky legs fail me and I drop to the ground, puking all over the floor in front of me.  

I just wanted some fucking BBQ today.

Scratch starts blowing up my phone about Cain tearing down the drive and damn near taking out the gate. I don’t know what the fuck he’s talkin’ about since Cain is sitting right next to me, sippin’ his whiskey and lemon, preaching to me about some kind of fuckin’ vitamin I should take. I hang up on Scratch and gesture for Cain to follow me. I don’t know what the fuck is going on, so I take out my Glock just in case.

“Yo, Cain, Scratch is fucking trippin’, said you just blew through the fuckin’ gate.”

“What the fuck, bro? Has he gone off his rocker?” Cain glances at me confused. “I haven’t left. I spoke to the dude on my way through the gate earlier.”

Shrugging, I nod to the door. “I don’t know, brother, but be ready, ‘cause we gotta go check this shit out.”

“Ares, you’re VP now. You stay, and I’ll take 2 Piece or another member with me.”

“I don’t give fuck ‘bout that. I’m going. It’s what I do. You go and grow a vagina on me?” I’m always giving Cain shit about really being a female since he’s all health conscious, bitching at us to ‘make better choices’ and shit when we eat.

“Fuck off. You know my dick’s bigger.” Cain smirks and follows me.

2 Piece jumps up when he sees us rushing toward the door. “Sup?”

“Scratch gibbering on about fuck knows.” I shrug, replying gruffly and keep walking to the door.

2 unclips his pieces from their holsters and follows us quickly. One thing I admire about him is that he’s always ready to back us up, even if it’s the last thing he wants to do.

I crash through the club door momentarily blitzed by the bright sun light, blinking quickly to get my focus. Cain and 2 Piece come charging through behind me.

Sure as fuck, Cain’s beauty, Loretta, is parked vertically in front of the club entrance with one hell of a skid mark trailing.

Avery’s hanging out of the passenger side, puking her guts up, and a sobbing London climbs out of the driver side.

“The fuck is going on?” I bellow, trying to appear calm. Inside I’m freaking the fuck out, clearly seeing the girls are so upset.

Cain and 2 Piece each rush to London and Avery, trying to calm their Ol’ ladies down. I badly want to follow 2 Piece, to comfort Avery but make myself stay rooted to my spot.

Cain grasps London, pulls her to him, and wraps his arms around her as he rocks back and forth, “Shhh baby…shhh… tell me what’s wrong, and I’ll fuck ‘em up. Talk to me, London, come on baby.”

She winds her hands in Cain’s shirt, burying her face in his neck trying to get her emotions under control. Cain looks so pissed like the brothers’ head may pop the fuck off.

I make my way around the car to the opposite side to check if Avery can fill me in. 2 Piece leans over her into the car to grab her drink so she can rinse her mouth out. After she’s finished drinking, he helps her stand on her shaky legs.

“Angel, wanna fill me in?” Grumbling, I scan her from head to toe to make sure there’s not a scratch on her. I would fucking skin someone alive for touching a hair on her body.

She takes a deep breath and closes her eyes. Staying silent, she makes my heart rate speed up even faster.

“You girls gotta give us something; we need to know what to do.” I’m almost ready to beg; I just want to keep her and my club safe by any means necessary.

“Bunch of damn alphas—the lot of you,”  Sadie pipes up, full of sass. We all turn, noticing her for the first time.

2 Piece’s eyes get wide, and he growls, “Were you with them, Sades?”

“Nope, I was out back setting up the BBQ when I heard someone tearing through the drive; I thought I would come make sure everyone was okay.”

2 Piece huffs, about to flip his shit, so I step in, “Look little momma, you need to stay out in the back of the club if shit’s goin’ down; we want you safe. Now, do you know what happened?”

“No. Like I said, I just came and saw them like that,” she nods toward London and Avery.

“Thanks, momma. How ‘bout you go relax and take care of that babe, yeah?”

She raised her eyebrow at all of us, nodded, and then headed to the back yard.

“I had that,” 2 Piece huffs, irritated.

“I know man, but it’s different if I suggest it, versus her feelin’ like you’re ordering her around.”

“Yeah, good point.”

“Avery, talk to me.” I murmur, softer.

“Well,” she breaths deeply, “we had an issue at the grocery store.”

Cain growls, “What kind of fuckin’ issue?”

2 Piece throws his hands up. “That’s it, you’re not going to that fucking grocery store again! I’m done! Have one of the other bitches go, but you’ve had nothin’ but bullshit at that fuckin’ place.”

Cain nods, “Yep, you too, baby, no more fuckin’ shopping.”

“I’m pregnant.” London responds bluntly, wiping her cheeks from the leftover tears. We all hold our breath watching the couple.

Cain drops to his knees in the middle of the parking lot, rains kisses all over her shirt-covered stomach and rubs up her thighs as she runs her hands through his dark faux hawk.

2 Piece shakes his head, mumbling, “Christ, Cain’s on his way to a damn car load.”

We all chuckle, slightly lightening the seriousness of what’s going on.

“All right girls, ‘nough fucking around, tell me what’s going on.”

Cain climbs to his feet, holding London from behind so he can rest his hands on her stomach, while he peppers kisses on her neck. 2 Piece takes a step away from Avery, keeping their connection by holding her hand. The women look at me while the men send worried glances their way.

“We were confronted by a guy about the club and were lucky enough to get away. I made sure he couldn’t follow us,” London mumbled out, attempting to be as monotone as possible, giving me the information that I need to know immediately.

“So, no lockdown right this minute?”

“Close the gate just to make sure.” London glances towards the entrance worriedly.

“You got it.” I nod, pulling my phone out to text Scratch to secure the gate to the compound.

Cain pulls away, grabbing London’s hand and tugging her toward the club. “Come on, sugar tits, tell us all ‘bout it inside.” She relents, and follows him inside.

I pop open the trunk for the groceries and close the two car doors as Avery and 2 Piece head into the club. I grab the groceries from the trunk and follow them inside.

Once I get inside I send a text to Smiles, telling him to get the club girls to unload the groceries and head straight to the Prez’s office. I need to update him on this shit ASAP.

Knocking on the door frame, I pop my head in the open doorway, “Prez?”

“Yeah son, come on in.”

“We need church ASAP, with Avery and London attending.”

“Ol’ Ladies don’t come to church, you know this.”

“They were just confronted at the grocery store, and we all need to hear what went down.”

“Gotcha, I’ll text the boys; be ready in ten.”

I nod, leaving the room. I wonder what kind of shit storm this is gonna be.

Cain and London are quietly arguing when I get back to the bar, but I can still make out what they’re saying.

“You took Loretta, London? Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Cain, Loretta is just a damn car, and thankfully, I was driving her and not my piece of shit Civic. If that guy would have followed me, I never would have outrun him if I wasn’t in your car!”

“I get it; I wish you would have said something about it though.”

“Why, so you could argue with me about driving it?”

“No baby, so I could get you a new car. Now you’re pregnant again, and it gives me an excuse to get you an SUV or something.”

“I don’t need a new car,” she says stubbornly and Cain huffs.

“Woman! Are you trying to drive me crazy on purpose?”

“And what if I am?”

He grabs her quickly, taking her mouth and expressing all of his frustration in an erotic as fuck kiss. God, I wish I could walk up to Avery and kiss her like that when I got irritated ‘bout something. Shaking my head, I scan the room for Avery and 2 Piece.

Heading over to my usual booth, they appear to be in their own heated discussion; I’m assuming about her not calling him right away.

“I’m fine Silas, I told you.”

“I just can’t ever keep you fuckin’ safe, Avery. It’s fucked up.”

I clear my throat, effectively interrupting them. “2 Piece, brother, this shit isn’t your fault.” I swallow, glancing at Avery. “All that matters is that the girls made it back and unharmed. Prez is gonna call church in a few.”

“You’re the fucking VP now, Ares, do something about these fucks.”

“Calm down, we have to find out everything we can before just jumping all over shit. I know Cain is gonna be foaming at the mouth for this fuck, and I want to find him, too. I’ll figure out something, just try an’ be patient.”

Avery takes a deep breath, following it with a big drink of water. “Well, I guess I should start on making the pasta salad.”

2 Piece looks at her incredulously. “The fuck Shorty? Why do you have to brush shit off as if it didn’t happen. You’re not gonna make no fuckin’ salad, you’re comin’ to church.”

“Since when are women allowed in church, 2 Piece? I’m making that damn salad because I just picked out all of the shit for it!”

“Stubborn, I fuckin’ swear, Avery.”

She glares at him and then turns to me frustrated, seeking help.

“Fighting won’t do either of you any good. Shit just went down, so you’re coming to tell us all about it, Avery.” I glance back to him. “2 Piece, fucking just be grateful she’s breathing and not fucking hurt this time,” grumble and they both get quiet. I guess the little reminder of her getting shot on the back of his bike awhile back, made them remember shit could always be worse.