Page 33 of Fang (Lotus MC: San Antonio #2)

P ain.

All I feel is pain.

My ribs and collarbone hurt so bad I’m scared to move. It hurts to breathe. My head is pounding like a freight train.

Did I break a rib?

What the hell happened, and why does everything smell musty?

It all comes back to me at once. Leaving the clubhouse, noticing Biggy following me, him chasing me off the road, rolling, then everything goes blank.

I hear some pacing somewhere in the room with me, making me tense.

My heart races and my mouth goes dry. I don’t know where I am, but I know one thing: I’m either on a bed or a very soft couch that’s large. I keep my breaths light, and my eyes close. The last thing I need is for him to know I’m awake.

Play this smart. Buy time. The more time you have, the more chance Fang has to find me.

Fang.

God, I bet he’s going out of his mind with worry. Unless he doesn’t know what happened yet. No, that can’t be. He has to know. I know Bailey’s contact would have called her when she realized I was late.

This is a nightmare.

I need to get up and run, but I know without a shadow of a doubt I wouldn’t make it far. My entire body aches. I’d be moving slower than I normally would and he would catch me easily.

No, I need to wait this out.

I feel the tears building, but I refuse to let them fall.

The bed shakes. “Wake up!”

Opening my eyes, I hiss. The room is so bright it hurts my head.

“Welcome to the land of the living,” Biggy says darkly.

I lick my lips. “Why?”

“Why, why, why…you want to know why?” he asks, sounding crazy.

“Yes.”

Biggy laughs maniacally. I watch as he sits in a chair across from the bed.

Quickly I catalog the room. There is wallpaper peeling from the wall and a water stain on the ceiling. There is a TV and dresser across from me and where I lie on the bed.

An old hotel or motel.

“Let me tell you a story. See, I’ve known your man for years.

My home chapter is in Northern California.

Back when I was first patched in, my club went on a road trip and we stopped in Vegas.

Fang wasn’t even patched in yet, only a prospect.

He didn’t know how to mind his own business yet.

There was this honey who was teasin’ me all night.

When it came time to take her back to my room, Fang,” he says, sneering his name, “stepped in. We got into a fight, and for some reason, I’m the one who got in trouble.

Me!” He slams his hand against his chest as he breathes hard.

Holy shit.

If there is one thing I know, it’s that Biggy is lying, or at least partially. If I had to guess, he wouldn’t take no for a no and Fang stepped in.

“Then what happened?” I prompt him, needing him to keep talking.

Anything to buy time.

“What happened is that I got reprimanded and was told to hit the road while he earned himself a patch. My home chapter started treating me differently. Still does, in fact. I’ve been floating around, year after year, checking chapter after chapter to see where I could fit in.

Then I find out that he’s here in Texas and has earned himself the title of road captain.

Something he took away from me. I was on my way to having a title until he fucked it up.

So I thought, why not come here? Show the pres here how fucked his current guy was and take his place. ”

“How’d that work out for you?” I ask sarcastically before I could think better of it.

His jaw clenches and his hands ball into fists. I wait for him to get up and take his anger out on me, only he doesn’t.

“If I can’t have his position, I’ll have his girl,” he says darkly.

“What did I ever do to you?”

He shrugs. “You said no. Instead you chose him. Just like everyone else. He got the club, the position, and the girl.”

“So why take me?” I ask.

He sneers. “Because someone needed to teach him a lesson. Let him know that we don’t always get what we want in life.”

The way he says it makes me go cold.

“What are you going to do with me?”

“I haven’t decided yet. I could kill you, but that doesn’t seem like enough. Nah, that’s too easy. I’ll figure it out, though.” He hums, his eyes taking in my body.

As much as his words scare me, they also give me hope. He didn’t fully think this out. He acted on rage. He didn’t plot this, which is a point in my favor. I just need to keep him talking.

Please, please, let Fang know I’m missing. If not him, please let one of the others figure it out.

The last thing I want to do is die today. I have too much I want to do. I want to finish school, marry Fang, hell, maybe even have some of his babies, which is ironic because I never wanted to be a parent before him. It’s crazy how the right person can make you change your mind.

I only want to have babies with him. No one else.

The bed moves, bringing me into the present. I watch as Biggy crawls toward me.

“W-what are you doing?”

“It’s about time I sampled the goods, wouldn’t you say?” He smirks.

He cages me in against the bed, leaving me with no place to go. Tears leak down my face as I turn my head away from him.

Don’t let him kiss you. Don’t let him.

“Stop fighting me,” he hisses.

He grabs onto my chin and turns my head toward him. With dread building, I watch as his face comes closer and closer to mine.

I have nowhere to go. This is going to happen whether I want it to or not. The only thing I can do is close my eyes and pray that this ends soon and that when it’s over, Fang will still want me.

My breathing becomes more erratic as my vision starts to blur. I’m panicking. I can’t breathe. I can’t…

Before his lips can touch mine, though, the door bursts open.

The last thing I remember before everything goes black is the sound of shouting.

Help. Help has arrived.

After Dex told us where they were, it took us thirty minutes to get to the location.

His bike is still here, which means so are they.

Fuck, I don’t even want to think about how he got her on his bike after pulling her out of her car.

His bike sits by itself, not another car in sight, in the parking lot of a rundown motel. Sitting right out in the open like he didn’t even try to hide it. Only one room has the blinds drawn, making it the obvious answer as to where he’s hiding.

“Slow down,” Savage hisses as I jump out of the truck.

When I dropped my bike in my rush to get to Cami’s car, I fucked it up real good. So much so Prospect One had to bring the truck for me. That and because we didn’t know what condition we would find Cami in.

Ignoring Savage, I rush up the stairs. As soon as I get to the door, I act on instinct and kick the door open. It gives right away and goes crashing against the wall. What I see, though, has me seeing red.

I rush forward and grab Biggy off the bed and away from my girl that he was crowding.

“What the hell!” he cries out.

With nothing but sheer rage flowing through me, I turn us and propel him toward the window. His head and shoulders break through the glass. I pull him out and slam him against the wall.

“Why?” I hiss.

Biggy’s eyes narrow, and he spits in my face. “You know why.”

“Tell me!” I yell in his face.

“Because you took everything from me!” he screams back.

“Your issues are with me, not her,” I tell him as I shove him into the wall.

“If I can’t have everything I want, neither can you.”

His words send me over the edge. I hit him. Again and again and again. At some point we move from the wall to the floor, but I don’t stop.

He needs to pay.

He hurt my girl.

All because years ago I stopped him from raping one of the girls in Vegas. All because I spoke out and he was punished.

“Brother, you need to stop. He’s gone,” Savage says as he places his hand on my shoulder.

Bracing my hands on the floor, I straddle Biggy’s body. It’s done. He can never hurt anyone ever again. He can never hurt Cami ever again.

Cami.

My stomach drops to the floor.

Fuck.

My girl hates violence with something fierce and just watched me beat a man to death. Is she ever going to be able to look me in the eye again?

“Enough. She didn’t see anything. She’s out cold,” Savage says quietly.

“Is she okay?” I rasp.

His hand squeezes my shoulder. “She’s fine. She just needs you. Now pull it together.”

My legs tremble as I stand. I turn and take a step toward the bed but stop when Happy steps between my girl and me.

“Move.”

He shakes his head once. “No, you need to go clean up. Now.”

“I’m not playing, Happy. Move, I need to check on her.”

“She’s fine. She’s taking a little nap right now, so you need to take the time and clean yourself up. If she wakes up and you’re covered in blood…”

We don’t know how she will react.

I close my eyes and take a deep breath.

He’s not wrong. Happy knows her almost as well as I do.

“You’re right. You won’t leave her, right?”

Happy places his hands on my shoulders and looks me in the eye. “Trust me, nothing is getting between me and your girl. Not until you get back. I got her.”

“Thank you. All of you, thank you.”

“We got you two,” Happy tells me.

I walk past him and head toward the bathroom. I turn on the light as I step inside and cringe when I see myself. The dirty mirror doesn’t hide the blood that’s on my face. The blood of the man who hurt my girl.

For the first time in years, I feel like I could cry. That was close. Too fucking close. My eyes burn like a motherfucker, but I won’t let them fall. I need to be strong. Over the years I’ve watched my brothers fight to save their women. I never expected it to feel like this.

Jesus Christ, if we had only been a few minutes later, he might have…

No! I push the thought away.

With jerky hands I turn on the water. I scrub at my hands until they are bright red then I move onto my face. When I’m done, I don’t bother with the once white towel that hangs on the rack.

Instead, I head back to my girl.

“You good?” Savage asks as I step out of the bathroom.

I nod, my eyes darting to my girl. Savage and Happy take a step back as I walk up to her.

She looks just like she did this morning in bed.

Like she’s sleeping peacefully. The only difference is now her hair is tinged with blood, and dirt is smeared across her pale, bruised skin.

She looks like she’s in desperate need of a shower, or hell, maybe even a bath.

Home. I need to get her home. Not even thinking twice, I pick her up. The feel of her in my arms settles something inside of me.

“Let’s get her home. Doc is on his way to check her over,” Savage tells her.

Carefully I carry her down to the truck. Only as we are heading down the stairs does she come to.

“Jensen?”

Thank fuck. She’s okay.

Something about hearing her voice makes me relax.

“I’ve got you, little dancer,” I tell her gruffly.

She smiles as her eyes flutter shut. “I knew you would come for me.”

“Always. I’ll always come for you.”