“Take her to Phil’s room and give her this,” Shadow says passing Berry’s body to me and handing me a small pill. “It’ll knock her out.”
The prospects see us coming, and help me with her. They lead her straight into Phil’s apartment; I grab a bottle of water and trail behind them. The prospects excuse themselves, leaving me alone with a weeping Berry. I twist the cap off the bottle of water and sit down next to her. I open the palm of my other hand revealing a small pill. She takes the pill along with the bottle of water from my other hand.
She lays down after handing the drink back to me. I sit and wait for her to sob herself to sleep or for the pill to knock her out. I’m shocked at how quickly it works. When she’s lightly snoring, I slip outta her room and to the bar where Shadow and the prospects are sitting.
“What the hell was that?” I ask.
“Something very strong,” Shadow says.
“I figured that part,” I smart back as I grab a bottle of whiskey, twist the top of and down a gulp. Shadow reaches for it and does the same. The prospects sit quietly, no doubt waiting for orders of some sort.
The clubhouse door flies open hitting the wall signaling that someone has entered and Shadow doesn’t move so I assume he knows who it is.
Tatiana, Lana, and Pyro come straight in.
“Where is she?” Tatiana cries. I nod my head towards the hall, and she runs in that direction.
“This shit is f**king insane! I can’t believe this is our life now,” Lana cries as Pyro leads her away and down the hall.
“Fuck,” I whisper and yank the bottle away from Shadow when I see Rockette walk in the door. I point in the direction of where Berry and Tatiana are and she nods silent thanks as she wipes tears from her eyes. I look over at Shadow and the prospects and ask. “You guys don’t have any family to notify to get to safety do you?”
The prospects nod no and Shadow just stares me down.
“This is my family,” he says simply before standing up to look at something on the monitor behind me. I turn and peer up at it to see the guys pulling back in.
“Here we go,” I murmur.
I’m sitting on the back of Braxxon’s bike as we all ride to the cemetery. Charters from all over are here, and the funeral was beautiful. Berry hasn’t said one word to anyone since three nights ago when I brought her back to the clubhouse. Braxxon and ZZ planned everything and the prospects made hundreds of calls out, letting the other charters know about the murder of an original member. To say we all loved this man would be an understatement. There are literally hundreds of us escorting him to his final resting place. Braxxon and I are riding right behind ZZ on his bike, who is riding behind the limo with Tatiana and Berry inside. All I know is the club is back on lockdown, and there is no way anyone is getting in or out of there without someone noticing. Braxxon and the brothers have already started retaliation. They are slowly breaking down all of Snake’s connections and it worries me being out in the public like this where something can go wrong and ruin Phil’s funeral.
As we park in a line, throttle down, and make our way to his plot, I realize Snake would have to be an idiot to start something with hundreds of Breakneck charter members around today. Braxxon sits me down in a chair and stands beside me. The rest of the guys do the same with the ol’ ladies and daughters. After the preacher says his prayers and before we lower Phil’s casket into the ground, the bikers put a Breakneck flag across the top of it. The broken-necked skeleton flag is secure, they start lowering the casket down. Once it stops, we ladies pick up our roses and toss them down. ZZ, Tatiana, and Berry stay behind, and we give them their privacy. Braxxon gives orders for two of the other charters to hold back and escort the family home, but to give them enough privacy while keeping them safe. This day is sad enough with it being Tatiana’s eighteenth birthday.
25
“I said I don’t give a f**k how much the shit costs! Take that f**king pipeline too,” I roar into the prepay. It’s been two f**king weeks since Phil’s murder and what a long two weeks. I’ve taken over fifteen of Snake’s connections and have sold them to Petra. I’m breaking that bastard down to try to draw him outta hiding. The little pu**y bitch can rape girls and kill sleeping men, but he doesn’t have the balls to f**king show himself. I throw my prepay onto the chapel table as Winter peeks into the room.
“You okay?” Winter asks.
“I’m okay baby.” I motion for her to come to me. Winter takes a seat on my lap, and I twirl her hair around in my fingers. “I’m taking Sniper, Shadow, and ZZ out for a bit. I have some business to take care of. Do you need anything?”
“Just for you to come back,” she says truthfully and that does something to me. She worries about me and I hate that. My Angel has been through enough shit.
“Mmm… I’ll be back,” I say nuzzling her neck. I’m such a bastard. I f**king love this girl but I won’t tell her.
“Okay babe…go get your business done so you get back to me quicker.” She giggles as I lick her neck.
“Yes ma’am,” I murmur knowing she hates that shit.
“Braxxon,” she warns hopping up from my lap. Instantly, I regret calling her ma’am because she’s left my body. “Seriously, go get your shit done. The Doc is stopping by to check on me and to check out Berry. He’ll probably prescribe her some anxiety meds and shit.”
Why does the Doc need to see Angel? Winter must see that question written all across my face because she smiles.
The prospects see us coming, and help me with her. They lead her straight into Phil’s apartment; I grab a bottle of water and trail behind them. The prospects excuse themselves, leaving me alone with a weeping Berry. I twist the cap off the bottle of water and sit down next to her. I open the palm of my other hand revealing a small pill. She takes the pill along with the bottle of water from my other hand.
She lays down after handing the drink back to me. I sit and wait for her to sob herself to sleep or for the pill to knock her out. I’m shocked at how quickly it works. When she’s lightly snoring, I slip outta her room and to the bar where Shadow and the prospects are sitting.
“What the hell was that?” I ask.
“Something very strong,” Shadow says.
“I figured that part,” I smart back as I grab a bottle of whiskey, twist the top of and down a gulp. Shadow reaches for it and does the same. The prospects sit quietly, no doubt waiting for orders of some sort.
The clubhouse door flies open hitting the wall signaling that someone has entered and Shadow doesn’t move so I assume he knows who it is.
Tatiana, Lana, and Pyro come straight in.
“Where is she?” Tatiana cries. I nod my head towards the hall, and she runs in that direction.
“This shit is f**king insane! I can’t believe this is our life now,” Lana cries as Pyro leads her away and down the hall.
“Fuck,” I whisper and yank the bottle away from Shadow when I see Rockette walk in the door. I point in the direction of where Berry and Tatiana are and she nods silent thanks as she wipes tears from her eyes. I look over at Shadow and the prospects and ask. “You guys don’t have any family to notify to get to safety do you?”
The prospects nod no and Shadow just stares me down.
“This is my family,” he says simply before standing up to look at something on the monitor behind me. I turn and peer up at it to see the guys pulling back in.
“Here we go,” I murmur.
I’m sitting on the back of Braxxon’s bike as we all ride to the cemetery. Charters from all over are here, and the funeral was beautiful. Berry hasn’t said one word to anyone since three nights ago when I brought her back to the clubhouse. Braxxon and ZZ planned everything and the prospects made hundreds of calls out, letting the other charters know about the murder of an original member. To say we all loved this man would be an understatement. There are literally hundreds of us escorting him to his final resting place. Braxxon and I are riding right behind ZZ on his bike, who is riding behind the limo with Tatiana and Berry inside. All I know is the club is back on lockdown, and there is no way anyone is getting in or out of there without someone noticing. Braxxon and the brothers have already started retaliation. They are slowly breaking down all of Snake’s connections and it worries me being out in the public like this where something can go wrong and ruin Phil’s funeral.
As we park in a line, throttle down, and make our way to his plot, I realize Snake would have to be an idiot to start something with hundreds of Breakneck charter members around today. Braxxon sits me down in a chair and stands beside me. The rest of the guys do the same with the ol’ ladies and daughters. After the preacher says his prayers and before we lower Phil’s casket into the ground, the bikers put a Breakneck flag across the top of it. The broken-necked skeleton flag is secure, they start lowering the casket down. Once it stops, we ladies pick up our roses and toss them down. ZZ, Tatiana, and Berry stay behind, and we give them their privacy. Braxxon gives orders for two of the other charters to hold back and escort the family home, but to give them enough privacy while keeping them safe. This day is sad enough with it being Tatiana’s eighteenth birthday.
25
“I said I don’t give a f**k how much the shit costs! Take that f**king pipeline too,” I roar into the prepay. It’s been two f**king weeks since Phil’s murder and what a long two weeks. I’ve taken over fifteen of Snake’s connections and have sold them to Petra. I’m breaking that bastard down to try to draw him outta hiding. The little pu**y bitch can rape girls and kill sleeping men, but he doesn’t have the balls to f**king show himself. I throw my prepay onto the chapel table as Winter peeks into the room.
“You okay?” Winter asks.
“I’m okay baby.” I motion for her to come to me. Winter takes a seat on my lap, and I twirl her hair around in my fingers. “I’m taking Sniper, Shadow, and ZZ out for a bit. I have some business to take care of. Do you need anything?”
“Just for you to come back,” she says truthfully and that does something to me. She worries about me and I hate that. My Angel has been through enough shit.
“Mmm… I’ll be back,” I say nuzzling her neck. I’m such a bastard. I f**king love this girl but I won’t tell her.
“Okay babe…go get your business done so you get back to me quicker.” She giggles as I lick her neck.
“Yes ma’am,” I murmur knowing she hates that shit.
“Braxxon,” she warns hopping up from my lap. Instantly, I regret calling her ma’am because she’s left my body. “Seriously, go get your shit done. The Doc is stopping by to check on me and to check out Berry. He’ll probably prescribe her some anxiety meds and shit.”
Why does the Doc need to see Angel? Winter must see that question written all across my face because she smiles.
