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Kiki

I pace the bedroom as we wait for news. Any news. I can’t think straight. I can’t function. What if they’re hurt? What if it’s worse? What if the guys don’t find them in time?

“You’re worrying too much,” Tina tells me.

“There’s so many things I want to say to them. What if they don’t make it back, Tina?”

“You can’t think that way. You have to be positive.” Just as she says that the door bursts open, and Duke comes rushing in.

“They got them. They’re on the way back here. I need to get shit set up. The Doc is here,” he tells me. If the Doc is here, it can’t be good, can it? They have to be hurt.

“Are they okay?”

“I don’t know. Come out here and wait on your man,” he says with a smile. I nod my head as Tina wraps her arm around me and leads me out of the room and into the main room. I look around as some of the guys are getting shit together. They grab alcohol and towels, and I see the doc walking toward one of the empty rooms. My stomach churns.

“They didn’t say how bad it was?” I ask, looking at Duke.

“No, sweetheart. Just that they weren’t lookin’ good.” My stomach sinks as my heart beats harder against my chest. I’m scared. I’m scared shitless that something bad has happened to them. What if it’s worse than what they are saying?

“Listen to me, Kiki. When they get here, I need you to be strong, yeah? You can’t let on you’re scared. They need you to be strong for them,” Duke tells me. I nod my head.

The MC life isn’t for everyone. Hell, even being who I am, I debated this life. It isn’t sunshine and flowers, although we have good times. When they’re bad, they are ugly bad. And this is one of them times. My heart sits heavily in my chest as I think about this mess. It’s my fault. If I hadn’t come back here, maybe this wouldn’t have happened. Maybe if I didn’t come things would have been different. I can’t help but blame myself for this.

Duke’s phone rings and my eyes immediately jerk to his. He says a few things into the phone before hanging up.

“They’ll be here soon,” he says. I nod.

“I’ll be outside,” I tell him. He nods as I walk to the door and pace outside the front of the clubhouse. I can’t believe this is happening. I can’t believe they are hurt because of me. This is too much to handle.

I turn to face the driveway when I come face to face with a gun and a red-headed woman at the other end of it.

“Don’t fucking scream,” she warns, keeping calm as I look at her. Who the hell is she? What does she want?

“Who the hell are you?”

“Do you think your man made it? I heard Spike really did a number on him.” She licks her lips. Who the hell is this woman?

“Who are you? What do you know?”

“I’m Sara. Spike’s girl.” I look at her like she’s insane as I stand here, eyeing her up and down. I’ve never seen her before now. I don’t know her.

“I know what you’re thinking. Yes, he cheated on you, but it wasn’t like you’d care. He didn’t really want you, you know that, right? Anyway, we all have a stake in this game. Seeing how your man is on his way back here, I get to finish what Spike started. He should be dead, you know? Spike did what Spike does, and he should be dead or damn near close. I wouldn’t count on him being around too long,” she taunts as I stand here, wishing to God that someone, anyone, would come out of the clubhouse.

“What the hell are you doing?” I ask her softly so as not to aggravate her anymore.

“You know Genie? Yeah, she was my sister. That bastard you care about so much? He killed her. He killed everything I had to live for!” She screams this time. I swallow hard as I come to the realization I’m standing in front of Locke’s dead ex’s sister. My chest constricts.

“He didn’t kill her.”

“I’m sure that’s what he told you, right? That it wasn’t his fault. It was never his fault, right? Genie did what she did because of him!”

“No. She did what she did because she was a coward. Don’t you know how much he wanted her? Wanted that baby? She took that away from him.”

“And because of that, he left her. He left her there on her own, and she killed herself because of him!” Sara screams. I lick my dry lips as I shake my head. Fuck her. If I’m going down, I’m going down for a reason.

“No. She was a coward! She didn’t deserve him,” I scream back at her. I hear noise behind me and turn my head to see the vans pulling up the driveway. I have two choices here. Warn them or stand here and argue with her. They have more guns than she does. I see the headlights, and I take off running toward them, hoping to hell she isn’t a good shot.

I run as fast as I can, screaming she has a gun at the top of my lungs until I hear the shot. My body jolts, and I fall to the ground when I hear another shot being fired. Pain burns through my body as I smash my head on the ground. Then it all turns to a fuzz, and I black out.