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She looks back up at me and says, "Is she really going to die? Was that true?"
I swallow hard and nod as Doc speaks up, "She has a low chance of surviving, her, and the baby because of the trauma 'he' did to her."
Lily's tears fall, and Trigger takes her into his arms before looking at me and saying, "I'm sorry, brother."
I just shake my head and look at all the women who look guilty as fuck before I turn and go back to the basement.
As soon as I step in the doorway, I go to the table and grab Slicer’s knife before stabbing it into Adams's gut who screams in pain before a voice comes over it,
“WELL LOOKS LIKE I CAME BACK AT THE RIGHT FUCKING TIME.”
I turn to see Slicer standing in the doorway with a pissed-off look on his face. The brothers celebrate and cheer when they see him, but his eyes are on me. He sees the pain in my eyes and the terror of never winning my woman back. I have everything against me.
The brothers, the old ladies, girlfriends, and sweet butts—the fact she won't fucking talk to me, and there's the fact she could fucking die—so yeah, things fucking suck.
Slicer walks over to me while I hold the knife at my side, the blood dripping down the tip, and the brothers all freeze. They're cheering stops when they see the look in my eyes—the look of defeat because she's never going to trust me, never going to forgive me alone for the things I did to keep us apart.
As soon as he's close enough, Slicer grips me in a hug before he rasps in my ear, "I'm home, brother; I'm home, and we're going to get your girl back. I won't let you lose her, not now."
I nod and grip him back, hoping he's right before we spend the next hour torturing and slowly killing Adam before the prospectstake his body through the secret doorway that leads to the funeral home that we donate a chunk to, and we brothers go to the bar for a drink with Slicer, happy to have him home.
Chapter 18
Leah
I sniffle as I get out of the bath Gunner ran for me.
The poor muffin
Am I crazy for crying over a dropped muffin? Yes, I am, but I can't help it; it looked so delicious.
Damn, these pregnancy cravings!
Sighing, I go into Gunner's bedroom and look around.
It's so nice in her— rustic.
He's done a dark wooden effect, and it's cozy. Shame he's an asshole, though.
He won't give up.
I haven't spoken to him or anyone else, really, except for Doc and Ava. I don't understand how he expects us to work. He treated me like crap for five years; his family treated me like crap, and even now they still look at me like I was the problem, not 'him.' They still see me as a patch chaser. I can't keep doing this with him; he chose his path five years ago, and I've chosen mine. Just because I'm pregnant doesn't change anything.
I quickly put on a baggy top and leggings before touching my lip and wincing a little. It's not the first time Adam has hit me, but it never gets any easier because, wow, did it hurt.
Shaking my head, I climb onto Gunner's king-size dark oak bed and sigh before trying to get comfortable in between the pillows.
Do I love Gunner? Yeah, I do. He entranced me the first time we met, and my love grew over the years, but at the same time, resentment took hold every time he pushed me away for Cara and Silver. Momma Anderson told me to try and give him a chance, to talk to him, and to let him know about the baby. She wanted to see her girls happy before she left us and left her daughter. I guess she didn't see her daughter and I pulling apart from each other or the pain Gunner and his club would continue to put me through.
My phone dings, pulling me out of my thoughts, and I pick it up, smiling a little.
Star – How's today going?
She's messaged me every single day without fail and called every three; she's become a good friend to me.
Me – My foster father cornered me, demanding to know where 'he' was, and decided to backhand me across the face.
I send the message, and not even 10 seconds later, my phone rings, making me smile.
