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I can feel Ink shake behind me as Axel mutters, "She never left the bar out the front door, always used the back, never went near him. Fuck, how did we miss this?"
Doc turns in his seat and switches on a monitor before a 3D picture of dozens of torn bits of flesh shows up: "This brothers is the vaginal wall of Leah. Fuck, I could lose my job for this." He takes a deep breath. "This is the damage the razor had caused her."
My breathing becomes heavier while Axel stands slowly, fury etching off him,
"She had to have extensive surgery that night; it's why she rearranged her induction day for the job for the week after, which was again too soon." He keeps his eyes on me. "Her flat didn't have a leak, Gunner; she was laid up here." I slowly stand next to Axel while Ink grips my arm as Doc continues to talk before pointing to the next picture: "This is a 3D image of her lower stomach. As you can see, the razor had hit that high, causing more severe tears." I can feel my dad now standing next to Ink, putting his hand on my shoulder. I always feel my father's presence when he's pissed. He's not called butch for shits and giggles; he likes to butcher people. I'd say ask my mom's ex-boyfriend, who tried to rape her but he butchered him with a machete.
It's a good campout story, though.
"Due to the injuries she had received and the fact that her body tried to expel him from inside her, causing more tears by that alone, Leah has a 5% chance of ever conceiving a child," the brothers curse while my blood freezes. "If she ever was to conceive, she has an 8% chance of carrying to term, then roughly another 18% chance of her and the baby surviving delivery if she could deliver naturally. If she went for a cesarean, then there would be a 50% chance of both mother and baby surviving."
Axel scrubs a hand through his hair while I feel like I'm dying on the inside, and I drop my chin to my chest. "But why did she stay? A brother, one of our own who works at the club mostfucking nights did this to her. Why the fuck did she take the job and stay?"
You can hear the frustration and confusion in Axel's voice as the realization hits before I slowly look up, my tears trailing down my cheeks and my voice cold.
"Razor threatened her, didn't he?"
Doc nods. "That's what made my suspicion rise higher after hearing about the razor. She never told me where it happened, but little pieces came together, especially when she mentioned you witnessing it Gunner when she was drugged up after her surgery; it made sense why she took the job and why she stayed... Sophie."
I shake my head. "I knew she was mine as soon as I saw her, and Cara noticed it."
Doc nods and sighs. "She told you they were an item and outside together."
I nod back when Axel speaks next: "They planned it together, to make you think they're an item, so she got to keep you, fuck that is fucked up shit right there."
My anger takes hold; I can't keep the fury wanting to be released in, and I rip out of Ink's and my dad's hold, grabbing the chair and throwing it against the wall, narrowly missing Hawk, our SGT in arms, who quickly rushes over to me, tackling me to the floor, pinning me while I shout.
"I WANT HIS FUCKING HEAD, I WANT HIM DEAD, I WANT HER FUCKING OUT OF OUR BAR RIGHT FUCKING NOW."
He grips me tighter before rasping as the brothers breathe heavily in the small room, feeling my pain and anger knowing there's nothing they can do to help me except with this: "You will, brother, you'll have him, you'll avenge her, then fuckinggrovel as your life depends on it, we'll help anyway we can, brother, I promise, we're sorry, so fucking sorry, brother."
My tears fall harder, and Hawk holds me tighter as I start to sob for what I've put her through after she was assaulted and I walked away from the scene.
Fuck.
I walked away.
Fuck.
Chapter 11
Gunner
I'm a man on a fucking mission. Razor was busy fucking Glitter when we left, so he's now probably at the clubhouse bar drinking a beer before his shift at Untamed Girls tonight.
I speed up. The brothers are trying to keep up with me. Tanks has already gone to the bar to fire Cara and give her one warning to get out of town because if I see her, then she's fucking dead. Five years, five fucking years of wasting and hurting Leah all because of the bitches jealousies, and I fell for it—hook, line, and fucking sinker—destroying any chance with my girl.
Axel rides up next to me, making sure I'm good, but I'm fucking not; I'm nowhere near good. I'll probably never fucking win her round; she'll hate me forever. Instead of questioning her over the years, I took a brother's word and kept my fucking distance, fucking someone else just to forget her all while shoving it in her face, knowing she loved me. I fucking slept with her and didn't remember it. I'm her fucking only, and I didn't fucking remember it.
We turn for the clubhouse, and Shane quickly rushes to open the gate when he sees I'm not slowing down, and I narrowly miss it, but I don't fucking care. I slam my bike down on the floor, not giving a shit, while I vaguely hear Axel shout for Shane to quickly pick it up as I rush inside the clubhouse. I look around when I'minside; it's full, but there's only one person I want to fucking see, and there the fucker is, where I thought he'd be, at the bar.
I storm over to him, making the patch brothers and old ladies who are here setting up for dinner stop what they're doing and look at me in confusion, but I ignore them as I grab a hold of Razors cut, throwing him on the floor, making him grunt in confusion before I jump on him and start pounding my fists into his face.
Left right, left right, over and over.
He tries to fight back, but I'm fucking stronger than him, red-hazing my eyes.
I hear a crunch, but I continue before Ink and Hawk drag me back while my dad and Dead Shot grab a hold of Razor, helping him stand but keeping a grip on him as he angrily looks at me.
