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I want to end this shit. To get back to my son and wife at home where I should be instead of being here.
Picking up a knife, I start slicing his body. I start with his lower legs and move up from there. Every single inch of his skin gets touched by the knife in my hand. This is where I break him. Twatwaffle starts screaming as if he’s on fire and I can’t help but smile at him. My smile isn’t a friendly one. It’s full of sin and menace as I continue to slice up his body.
“Boxer, why don’t you grab the lemon juice and salt as I finish slicing and dicing our friend up here. Zeus, make sure you know what club this fucker belongs to so we can return his body to them when we’re done here,” I say, my voice echoing off the walls right along with the screams from the idiot in front of me.
“On it, Shank. Do you have your shank on you for today?” my best friend asks me.
“Nah. I’m not wastin’ it on this piece of shit.”
For the next half hour, I continue slicing the fucker up and Boxer starts at his lower legs and makes sure to hit every single cut with either the lemon juice or salt. When I get to his torso, it takes everything in me not to stab this fucker in the heart. It’s what I want to do more than anything else. Instead, I hold back and keep myself in check.
“If you guys want to have a piece of this shit stain, have at it guys. I’m done with the fucker,” I finally say once the man in front of me passes out.
Stepping back, I head for the sink and wash my hands. Leaning back against the wall by Sabotage, I pull out my phone when it starts vibrating in my pocket. Calla’s name is on the screen and I know she knows I’m still doing club business right now. However, I step out of the room and answer the call.
“Hey, baby. Are you okay?” I answer, not looking at the cell Precious is in.
“No, Billy, I’m not. Zane’s at the hospital. I’ve been trying to call and message you all day long. The surgeon will be here any minute and you’re not here. Hartley is here with me right now and the rest of the ol’ ladies are in the waiting room. Our son has appendicitis and he has to have surgery, Billy,” Calla informs me, tears filling her voice and I know she’s trying so hard to hold them back in front of Zane. “He’s been sick all day long, throwing up and in so much pain. There’s nothing I could do for him, Billy. I’ve really needed you.”
Guilt slams into me like a freight train. Instead of being there for my son, I’m here torturing a man who shouldn’t even be on my radar. I’ve been wasting my time while my wife and son have been going through hell in a fucking hospital.
“I’m leavin’ now, baby. I’m so fuckin’ sorry and will be right there. Don’t let them take him back before I get there if you can help it,” I tell her, panic and fear replacing the pain and anger filling me.
“Hurry, Billy. Please,” she pleads with me.
“I love you, Billy.”
“Love you too, Calla Lily. Give our boy a kiss for me until I can get there,” I tell my wife as I turn to face the room the rest of the guys are in. I rush inside to find the asshole surrounded by a few guys with everyone else watching on. “We gotta go. Zane’s in the hospital and needs surgery. Appendicitis. Calla’s been tryin’ to get a hold of me all day long and I’ve been ignorin’ my phone.”
“End him and let’s fuckin’ go,” Lash calls out, his voice echoing off the walls and out into the hallway. “Let’s show up for our brother and his family. The Prospects can deal with this shit once we’re back. I want someone on Precious though. Make sure she doesn’t go anywhere.”
“I’ll stay back and guard the bitch,” Sabotage volunteers. “Keep me updated and we’ll go from there. If anyone shows up, I’ll head to the hospital. In the meantime, let me know if you guys need anythin’. I’ll send the Prospects there.”
With a nod of my head, I don’t wait for anyone else to follow me out of the basement and through the common room. Boxer and I get to my truck at the same time and we jump in. My best friend drives because I’m in no shape and I’m honest enough with myself to understand that. My hands are shaking, heart racing, and I can’t seem to catch my breath. Before we’re halfway to the hospital, my entire body is trembling in shock and fear.
“Almost there,” Boxer tells me as I finally tune back into the scene before me.
“Thanks, Boxer.”
Boxer pulls into the parking lot and lets me off at the door so I’m not waiting or running across the lot to get to my son. I hear the roar of multiple engines turning into the lot just as I enter the doors of the hospital and come to a stop before the nurse’s station where patients get checked in.
“Can I help you?” the woman on duty asks me.
“My son. Zane Jones is in the emergency room and he’s gotta have surgery. I need to get back with him,” I tell her, my voice shaking as Boxer steps up to my side.
“Okay. Let me take you back there,” she says, not making me wait for anyone else or to go back there.
“Let us know as soon as you know anythin’,” Boxer demands as I follow the woman in front of me.
With a nod of my head, I disappear through the doors and head for Zane’s room. The second I get there, my heart stops beating in my chest. Zane is laying there, looking so fucking small on the gurney. He’s got an IV coming out of one of his arms and oxygen on. I don’t know why they’d have my boy on oxygen at this point in time. Unless the surgeon has been in and they’re prepping him to go.
“How is he, Calla?” I speak up, my voice cracking as I don’t take my eyes off our son.
“The surgeon just left. He’s gonna be going down in less than fifteen minutes. He doesn’t want it to rupture which could cause all sorts of problems and long-term healing that he won’t otherwise have. They’re gonna be preparing him now to go in there. Then we’ll be shown to the surgical waiting room to sit and wait for them to tell us how everything went,” Calla informs me as I wrap her in my arms and hold her close.
My wife’s tears cover my shirt in seconds. She’s been holding this shit in all day long and I haven’t been here for her. This won’t ever happen again. I can guarantee it.
“I’m gonna go let everyone know what’s going on and get them ready to head up to the other waiting room,” Hartley says as she stands from the chair and makes her way out of the room and leaves our small family alone.
