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“No dumbass, but if I don’t get there soon he may kill you if I have our baby on the floor.” Two point five seconds is all it takes for her words to sink in and the shock to wear off., King and Knight both scramble to change and offer to drive them. Me, I just stand here and watch. I don’t offer to help carry bags, offer my brother or Kiara any good lucks or congratulations because, why the fuck would I? I was locked up and treated like a dog and here my brother was fucking his wife and making a baby. So, I do the only thing I can, close my door and get my ass back to bed.
* * *
Knock,knock.
You have got to be shitting me!
It can’t be more than twenty minutes since Bishop, King, Knight and Kiara left for the hospital. I heard them call Luka to bring the car around, so I know he would have drove them, which means, the knocking can only be coming from one of the girls. A part of me wants to ignore it but then another part of me, the part that still cares and wants to protect them, wins out. I get my ass out of bed again and yank the door open. I keep the surprise off my face when it isn’t one of the girls, it’s Vincent looking exactly like Bish did. I sigh and run a hand down my face, he opens his mouth but I beat him to it.
“Let me guess, Car is having the baby and you need a ride because everyone else left with Bishop?” Vincent just nods. I want to slam the door in his face but when I hear a gut wrenching cry come from downstairs and watch Vin’s face contort in pain like he is feeling everything my sister is.
“I know you have your own shit, Rook, but I am asking you as her brother to please help me. She is too early and shouldn’t be having the baby for another month. Help me, please.” His eyes implore me to not shut him out. I may fucking hate this world but Car is the only one who had no idea I was even missing until it was too late.
“Give me two minutes to change and I’ll be down there. Get her in my truck.” Vin nods his thanks and takes off to do as I asked. I quickly change and swallow some toothpaste before grabbing my wallet and keys, then rushing out the door. I make it to the garage in record time. I jump into the driver’s seat and freeze when I see Clare sitting next to me. “The fuck are you doing in here?” I snap.
“Can we go!” I flinch at the sound of Carlina’s pain-riddled voice. I open the garage door and start the truck. I’m already flying out of there before the door is fully open. I drive past my soon to be house and grit my teeth. Bishop is fucking around and not giving me any of the keys because he says there are issues with the plumbing. He’s full of shit. Opal, the dirty fucking snitch, hit a nerve with me so I stopped talking to her. I know she told Bishop and now he is holding the keys to my freedom in his grasp just to fuck with me. “Babe, I’m scared.” I hear Car whisper. I white knuckle the gear shift hating that she is in pain and I can’t help her.
“I’m right here, Gucci. I’m not going anywhere, baby.” I don’t know Vincent but from what I have seen, he seems okay. The way he watches my sister and how he looks at her like she is his reason for breathing is the onlyreasonI didn’t slit his throat. I know Vincent loves her and Carlina is just as in love with him. I chance a look at them in the rearview mirror, the fear I saw in his eyes earlier is gone. He’s hiding his own worries so Car doesn’t freak out more.
“What if… what if something is wrong with the baby?” Car whispers. I see Vin tense in the mirror, he has no idea how to answer that without lying to her.
“Then we are going to the best place.” I frown and peer over at Clare. She’s leaning around the seat so she can smile at Car. “Your baby is going to be fine. It’s safe to deliver a child after thirty-seven weeks. You’re just that now, so baby will be fine.” I tune out the rest of their conversation and grip the steering wheel in a vice like grip picturing it’s Clare’s throat.
* * *
Vin called aheadto the hospital, so when we pull up nurses are already waiting out the front for them with a wheelchair. Once Vin places Car in the wheelchair he pops his head back in my truck.
“Thank you, I owe you one, Rook.” He closes the door and takes off after his girl. I don’t stick around. I pass King’s car on our way out and don’t even feel an ounce of guilt for not going to check on Bishop. Fuck them. They carried on without me so I’ll do the fucking same. Clare and I don’t say a single word to each other the whole way back. I have nothing to say to her. She is the reason I acted out. When she left without so much as a note, I lost it. I stopped caring about everything. I never took anything seriously again. The whole world was a joke to me. Clare Santiago is the only girl I have ever loved and she broke my fucking heart into a million pieces. I wanted to run away with her, start a new life away from this fucked up one where you have to carry a gun.
“I never meant to,” she whispers. I look over at her, her head is down and she twiddles with her fingers in her lap.
“What?” I snap. She still won’t look up.
“You said what you were thinking out loud.” I grind my teeth annoyed at myself for letting that shit slip out.
“Yeah, well, we all make mistakes and you were my biggest one.” I make sure my voice doesn’t waiver as I say the words. I know it’s a lie but when she recoils and sniffs, I know I’m prick for hurting her. The only time I ever feel something other than self-loathing is when I’m around her as I get to unleash all the pent-up rage.
* * *
“Liftyour fucking guard or next time I’ll take the shot and put you on your ass!” Gage doesn’t get it, I want him to take the shot. We’ve been in the ring for hours. He thinks he’s training me and helping me focus my anger but truth is, I’m only here because I want to black out. I’ve figured out that when I get angry enough, I black out and my rage takes control of my body. When I finally come to, my opponent is on the ground and for five blissful minutes I get to feel numb. Gage strikes again and I don’t even attempt to dodge. His right hook clips my jaw but not enough to hurt, he pulled his punch.
I scowl at him, the fucker has the cheek to glare back at me. “Fucking pussy, stop pulling your punches!” I sneer. He shakes his head and begins to remove his gloves which sets to piss me off.
“I won’t do it,” he says but won’t meet my gaze.
“Do what?” Once he’s removed his gloves he tucks them under his arm and finally looks at me, no sign of pity just… understanding which throws me.
“I won’t beat the shit out of you just so you can feel better. You want to fight and go numb then do it in the underground.” I scoff.
“Bishop won’t allow that.” The bitterness that coats my words can be heard.
“Bishop doesn’t run the underground,I do.” That has my attention piqued.
“You’d go against the Don?” I mock. Gage and Bishop haven’t fought once since we returned, I’m calling his bluff.
“What can he say when I hand over the gym and the underground to you!” I furrow my brow confused. Gage loves this gym, he would never just give it up. “Anya and I need to travel every couple months and I don’t have the time between helping her and the family with everything to run this place.” I eye him skeptically.
“You’d hand it over, just like that?” He shakes his head, I knew it was too good to be true.
