Page 34 of Fury (The Dark Angel’s MC #3)

Fury

I lean against the wall as I cross my arms over my chest, eyeing Lacey, whose head is slouched as she sleeps only in her underwear, piss and shit covering her.

Fuck it stinks in here.

She’s been in here for four days, given basic water and minimal food while being tied to a chair.

She wasn’t allowed to move, and I knew I couldn’t wait any longer.

I needed to end her now, to finally get rid of the threat like I should have done years ago.

I had to leave my girl at the hospital for this, something she nearly fell apart over.

She fucking begged me not to come here, to stay with her and not take Tate, but this had to be done.

Anna hasn’t woken up, but she’s twitching a lot, mainly at the mention of Brick. I know without a doubt if he walks into that room, she will wake up, but he hasn’t been back since the day she was admitted.

His guilt is eating him alive, and it doesn’t help that he knows Sky doesn’t want him there.

For the first time in years, he’s respecting her wishes while hurting himself by being away from his wife.

“Several times I’ve come down here to kill her,” Brick whispers as he leans beside me against the wall.

Speak of the devil, and he’ll show.

I hum, already having been told by Psycho, who has taken on more responsibilities while Blade has been at the hospital. Fuck, he even somehow managed to convince Randy to work in the garage temporarily. His words, as long as Viper stays away, which I don’t know if the brother has kept to it.

He wants Lake, that is obvious, but he’s fucked up a lot, and it doesn’t help that she’s fighting him back.

“What stopped you?” I ask quietly, not wanting Lacey to know we’re here.

Don’t get me wrong, I don’t feel bad doing this, not for myself, but there is still a small part of me who is worried Tate will hate me when she’s older.

I just needed a moment before I ended the bitch. To come to terms with the fact that she may hate me after this, which is why I hadn’t done this years ago, but the woman twisted my hand.

She shouldn’t have touched what’s mine.

“You,” he admits, “This is your kill because she took your daughter, and even though she stabbed my wife, she was aiming at your woman.”

“She’s your daughter, though,” I remind him, but he shakes his head and denies it, “No, she’s Anna’s daughter, I haven’t earned that role, and I honestly don’t know if I ever will. Just like I don’t know if my wife will ever forgive me.”

He swallows hard and chokes, “She was getting raped, and I instantly thought she was cheating, and as punishment, I allowed that fucker to live only for Skylar to kill him at sixteen...”

I sigh, “Brick, I’m not making up excuses for you because what you did to her was fucking wrong, but many women walk in and out of this club for a patched brother. You thought she was a patch chaser and managed to pull the wool over your eyes at fifteen, plain and simple.”

“But I know my wife, Nyx,” he whispers, “I knew how much she loved me...”

“You know you and Sky are more alike than you think,” I admit, and he looks my way.

I state, “She ran not because she thought I was cheating but because the pain scared her. Seeing Peter on Anna, the pain you felt scared you. Does it make it right that you fucked that bitch in retaliation after allowing her to flirt with you for months, allowing your ego to take over? Fuck no, just like it isn’t right that you’ve blamed her every day since for Sky’s existence, allowing the club to treat her like shit.

But you can’t just shut down now, not after months of trying to prove yourself, of going to therapy, something us brothers don’t like to do. ”

He looks at Lacey, his hands fisted as he reminds me, “She lost my baby, Nyx, alone. She got told she couldn’t have more kids because of the trauma, and I told her I felt vindicated knocking Melissa up. I don’t deserve that woman.”

I shake my head, not used to the woe-is-me act from him. I mean, I know it isn’t an act. It just isn’t him.

He’s giving up.

“Do you love her?” I ask, and he scowls at me like I asked a stupid question and states, “You know I do.”

“Then help me make this bitch pay and go fight for your wife,” I reply, then I let him in on a little secret, “Every time you are mentioned, she twitches.”

He stands up straight, his eyes wide, and I nod, so he knows he heard me right, so he knows she needs him, and he snaps, “Then what are we waiting for? Let’s kill a bitch!”

He storms forwards and grabs the ice-cold bucket of water I requested on my way down here. I left my daughter with my mama, who was delighted though Tate did cry, which was fucking hard to walk away from.

Every brother that tries to speak to her wearing a cut, she panics, and this bitch is the reason why.

I need to get rid of the trash, then I’ll head back to the hospital to my girl with our daughter.

Brick throws the water over Lacey, who gasps, her head shooting up as she coughs, and I slowly prowl over to her.

Now, we don’t normally torture women. It isn’t in our nature, and I won’t torture her physically, only giving her the same wound she gave Mama Lopez and watching her slowly die before her body gets burned, but nothing is stopping me from emotionally traumatizing her.

“Fu-Fury,” she chokes, her body trembling as she eyes the knife I slowly get out of my boot.

“P-Please, I-I, I didn’t mean to hurt Anna, I-I was aiming for that b-bitch she-she stole my daughter, I-I was trying to save her,” she lies, and I smirk as I slowly circle her chair.

“How could she have stolen my daughter when she’s my woman and has been watching her for years?” I ask coldly and stand in front of her as I say, “How could she have stolen her when I have adoption papers in my office ready for Sky to adopt my daughter.”

Lacey’s nostrils flare, and she screams, “She is my daughter, not hers!”

I chuckle darkly and remind her, “You only see her as your daughter when you think I’m around so stop pretending like you want her.

All you want is my patch, but the moment I met Sky, it belonged to her, and you never had a chance,” I lean down and smirk, “Though, if you had managed to trap me that day you sucked me off, I most likely would have given you my cut then, such a shame Blade called me away huh?”

Lacey’s eyes widen before her face reddens, and she thrashes in the chains that are keeping her to the chair and screams at the top of her lungs in outrage and I chuckle, and I stand straight again while Brick grins.

“The best thing I ever did was order you to make friends with Sky,” he says over Lacey, and I laugh because while yeah, how he went about it was wrong, it was the best decision he had ever made because I would have made this bitch my woman out of duty.

Lacey continues to thrash, and without a second thought, especially knowing Tate is upstairs probably still upset and that my girl, my heart, is waiting for me, needing our daughter in her sights, I grip the knife and move quickly.

Without her even realizing and push the knife into her ribs, stabbing her lung making her gasp as she freezes in shock.

We lock eyes, and she gasps, “She-she’ll never forgive y-you for this.”

I hum and admit, “It’s a price I’m willing to pay to ensure you never go near my daughter or my woman again, and this way, Mama Lopez gets her revenge too.”

I pull the knife out and step back as Lacey coughs, blood spluttering from her mouth as she gasps for breath.

Brick stands beside me and mutters, “Rot in hell, bitch,” and I smirk, not taking my eyes off her.

If Tate hates me for this when she’s older, then so be it because at least now I know she’ll always be safe, as well as Skylar.

“Technically, my wife got her revenge, she got to kill Melissa,” Brick mutters as choking sounds echo in the room, and I hum and ask, “Did Venom contact the Hyenas?”

“Yeah,” he replies, “they don’t know it was him who called, but they are aware the bitch is dead and that Skylar is a Dark Angels Brat by blood to the President and an old lady.”

“Good,” I hum, as Lacey’s eyes close and her chest stops moving, and I take a deep breath.

“She won’t hate you,” Brick says, reading my thoughts, and I nod, praying he is right because other than Skylar, that little girl is my fucking everything. While I hate who birthed her, I love her more than life itself.

“Let’s go see your wife,” I state, and he nods as he texts the prospects to come burn her body and wash the ashes down the drains underneath the chair.

Brick and I walk into the hospital twenty minutes later while Tate holds me tight around my neck, clinging to me like a koala, her face still red from all her crying after I left her with Mama in the common room.

“She’ll calm down in a few weeks, son,” Brick says as he gently rubs Tate’s hand that is dangling over my shoulder, and she allows him, knowing he’ll never hurt her.

She calls him gramps…

I gently rub my daughter's back, and I nod before we enter the hospital room.

Mama Lopez is still out cold and I sigh catching Skylar’s attention and she tilts her head, her eyes looking at a frozen Brick warily.

“I thought it was time he came to see his wife,” I admit, and she nods and replies, “I think you may be right. Nothing else is working, and she’s being stubborn.”

I smile before Tate struggles in my arms, making me frown and put her down before she turns and runs over to Sky crying, “Mama!” and my mouth parts as Brick grips my shoulder in support, coming out of his frozen state.

I watch in awe as Tate throws herself at a shocked Sky, who instantly catches her before her eyes tear up, and I choke, “Well, it is about time,” and Brick grips my shoulder tighter while Blade, who is sitting in my usual seat, grins wide like a loon.

“She hadn’t stopped crying the whole time we were at the club,” I admit as I walk over to Sky, kneeling before her and Tate, and she nods, her tears falling.

“I love you,” she rasps, her eyes locked with mine, and I grin, replying, “I love you too,” then I admit, “and I’ve flushed away your nightmares. She won’t be hurting you or our daughter again.”

She nods as she sniffles, and I lean forward, gently pecking her lips, electric volts shooting through us before I look at Brick and state, “Come see your wife.”

He swallows as he looks Mama Lopez over, and Blade states, “She needs you, Dad. It’s time to show her she is all you want.”

“She knows she’s all I want, son. I just lost myself over the years out of guilt,” he admits as he walks into the room and rounds the bed before taking his wife’s hand and whispering, “Hey baby…” before leaning down, gently pecking her lips.

Her heart rate spikes, and I hold my breath, watching as her eyes twitch and Skylar whispers, “Come on, Mama, he’s here, wake up.”

Blade walks over to us, standing behind Skylar, clutching her shoulders while Brick mutters, “I need you to wake up, Anna. I can’t keep living without you. I need you, please.”

The beeping gets louder, and several doctors rush in and I quickly help guide Skylar out of the chair with Tate while Brick stays firm next to his wife and says, “Please baby, wake up,” and slowly, ever so fucking slowly, her eyes twitch, her brows furrowing and I slowly close mine with relief while Skylar lets out a sob and Blade chokes, “Fuck, he’s all she needed… ”

She’s finally fucking awake.