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Of course, his crazy ass is being covered by his brothers. No one will let Prez take a bullet. I could go over there to help him out, but he has plenty of it, and his maniacal laughter makes it even more clear that he’s having the time of his life and isn’t worried about shit.
Shaking my head at him. I surveyed the area. My heart rate picks up when I don’t immediately find Bellamy or anyone from her team. And then I see her. At first, I thought she was as crazy as her father talking to herself, but then I realized she was talking into a com device. I remember her talking to her brother earlier through it. I let out a sigh of relief. Knowing she’s unharmed. And then it happens.
My Bellamy, my tornado gets hit. Rage engulfs me, having me see red. And I took off like a bat out of hell. And from there, things happened in a blur.
Once all was said and done, our end had no casualties, though the club grounds were littered with bodies. I don’t even know what the hell to say to this woman. She is fucking nuts. There is no way around that fact. Watching her work was an experience. Never in my life have I seen someone so focused and not at the same time. Her body seemed on autopilot, alert and aloof, which is the only way I can explain what I witnessed. It was the strangest shit. At one point, I saw her on her phone on some food-ordering app, just scrolling and shooting. Fucking crazy. She was taking people out without a second glance, yet her eyes seemed so unfocused each time I got a glimpse of them.
And now she is getting stitches like a champ. I may have snapped at her for acting like what was going on was no big deal and how unfocused she seemed. She didn’t bite my head off. After introductions, Doc kept giving me a weird look when he cleaned and stitched her. She didn’t even react–until she did. I have honestly seen nothing like it. I don’t think Doc has either. It's like she was detached from her body while her mind focused on other shit.
“WHERE IN THE FUCK ARE MY KIDS?”
My head snaps up to see Prez standing in the middle of the lot, looking around frantically. And it would be funny as shit if I didn’t notice the fear and craziness in his eyes.
Brothers have already started cleaning up. Thank fuck, because shit was a mess. The bastards took out some cars, and the bikes seem to have received some damage. You would think that when they announced their arrival, they'd go for the bikes, not the ol’ lady and club girl's vehicles, fucking amateurs. Thank fuck the bikes that got any damage weren’t anywhere near mine. They were beside the cars. Tomorrow I won’t have to deal with too many brothers whining at my shop doors.
When Prez sees me, he stomps to me, and his eyes are murderous.
“Where the fuck are my kids, VP? I know my Bell was with you. I lost Blaze when shit kicked off. WHERE THE FUCK IS MY DAUGHTER?” His eyes are wild.
I hear a chuckle and a giggle. Prez’s head snaps to where Bellamy, Sin, and Doc are. I see instant relief in his eyes, and his body relaxes, but then he stiffens, and his eyes narrow on her leg where Doc is working on her. Doc is wrapping Bellamy’s leg in some gauze while she is talking to Sin. Amusement shines in her eyes as she talks to her sister but stares up at us. Prez's strides are quick and determined. Just as Doc tapes the last bit of gauze, Prez bends down, snatches Bellamy off the ground, and has her in his arms in a punishing hug. She looks at me, and I catch the wince on her face.
“Fuck, kid… Just fuck.” Prez huffs his head in her hair.
Prez repeats his words while he holds his daughter to him. She is a good sport about it as she tentatively wraps her arms around him and pats his back. Sin stares on, and both Bellamy and I catch a look in her eyes. I walk closer to Sin and stand close enough to show her that someone is here and sees her. Even if she doesn't want my closeness, she has it. If I’m going to claim my woman, then her sister is a part of the deal, and with what happened earlier, I know the look on Sin’s face has something to do with that. Bellamy’s eyes come to mine, and she mouths thank you as she recognizes what I did.
Bellamy tries to pull out of her pops’ arms, but he isn’t having it. He bends down, picks her up bridal style, and stomps toward the clubhouse without a word. I can hear him talking to her and then in true Bellamy fashion. She says some silly shit. I, along with Sin and Doc, follow along wordlessly, listening to the nonsensical shit Prez is talking.
Prez stops talking to Bellamy for a second and looks around. Brothers have been putting shit back together and pilling broken shit up. This shit is going to be a nightmare to deal with.
“CHURCH. Lights out, boys.”
We are prepared for this situation when Prez calls lights. The priority is getting the bodies out of sight and shutting the lights off around the compound. We have neighbors who are aware that they heard and saw nothing. Residents within a ten-mile radius of the are owned by club members, friends, or family. Of course, there are a few outliers. But we can handle them if need be. We learned years ago that it is best to ensure the area around the compound is secure and that we can control as many of the homes and their occupants as possible. They know not to call the law. Those we don’t own and control understand at least they better.
Prez makes it to the main entrance, still cradling his girl. Bellamy speaks up before he steps into the clubhouse, making Prez stop and listen, giving her his full attention.
“Aww, old man, you’re so cute. Don’t worry, Daddio, I’m all right, only got a little boo–boo. Your Doc patched me right up. But I have to say his bedside manner needs some work.” Prez lets out a bark of laughter and shakes his head as she continues, “All is good in the world. The bad guys are toast. But we’ve got to talk. P.S. It’s so cute to hear you call me my Bell. I kind of am, hmm? I like it.” She puts her hand on her chin contemplatively, then says my Bell in a deep voice. I’m assuming to impersonate her father’s voice, which makes everyone around chuckle at her silly ass. “Though, big guy, this caveman thing has got to stop. P.P.S. Don’t worry about all the mess. My people will be here…” She looks down at her phone, then shifts in his arms, looking over his shoulder at the damaged front gate. “They are already here.” She turns again in Prez’s arms, looking around at the small crowd gathered around us, attempting to walk into the building.
“HEY EVERYONE, CAN YOU ALL DO ME A HUGE FAVOR AND NOT PEW–PEW MY PEOPLE? THANKS!” She cackles loudly at her joke because, to her, it was the funniest shit she’s ever heard at my expense. I shake my head as everyone around us is unsure whether to laugh or call for a psych eval. My woman is a damn nut.
When what she says clicks, it has me and everyone turning to see what she’s talking about. We all watch, stunned, as a big rig and a few other vehicles come barreling into the compound entrance. Within seconds, a shit ton of men and women wearing tactical gear jump out with impressive efficiency. Without sparing us a glance, they move the bodies. Others focus on the SUVs riddled with bullets. And another group is cleaning bullets up by hand and picking up debris.
My attention goes to a short, full, figured, gray-haired black woman who looks like she’s on a mission as she stomps toward us with a bag in her hands and eyes narrowed. Her focus is solely on my woman. I look at my tornado, who has her hands outstretched, opening and closing her fingers in a give-me motion. A massive smile on her face tells me and everyone else that she knows the woman. We all stand around stunned and watch the interaction. The woman stops directly in front of Prez, who is holding Bellamy, ignoring everyone else. She shoves the bag into Bellamy's hands with an eye roll, a chuckle, and a shake of her head.
“For you, and future reference…” She narrows her eyes as she watches Bellamy tuck into the food in the bag. She shakes her head again and says something under her breath about needing Jesus and the patients to deal with these children.
“Who the fuck are these people? Who the fuck is she? Prez, who the fuck are your kids?” Gremlin, one of my club brothers, says with awe and concern on his face. Bellamy is the one to answer.
“Well, good sir. If I told you, I’d have to kill you, but that would defeat the point of me being here. So I’ll say this… I am a world-class assassin, genius, extraordinaire, and those are my people. We are a part of the organization; you know, The Organization.” She stares at him, and his mouth opens and closes. Recognizing she’s stunned him, she turns to the woman.
When I say everyone stops, I mean everyone, including Prez, freezes when at the realization. I had my suspicions, but to have confirmation is… Bellamy doesn’t skip a beat.
“Thank you, godmother, you are the best in the whole wide world, and I would have starved and withered away without you picking up my food. You are the best human in the world, and I will give you a million-dollar tip because I LOVE YOU TO THE MOON AND BACK, BEATRIX VAHN,” her voice is light, and she giggles, which has the Beatrix woman looking at her with shock in her eyes.
The woman says nothing to Bellamy. She shakes her head again, huffs that she needs a nap, turns her heels, and stomps off. For a few moments, everyone watches her go, and the faces surrounding us are filled with shock, aww, and many questions.
Twenty-Seven
TAZ
