Page 28 of Sac-rifice (RBMC: Cleveland, Ohio Chapter #7)
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SAC
“L et me get this straight. Fuckstick yanked my phone and posed as me?” Wiley questioned me before my hand fully opened.
“That’s the story Monty is going with, anyway. He said he was expecting us today and had tried to call Ghoul to tell him Wiley dropped his phone,” Sledge reported before I could open my mouth.
“Did he call, Boss?” Wiley asked Ghoul.
“Hell, no.” Ghoul paused, glancing at his phone. “Well, I’ll be damned. Monty did what he said.”
“Probably the only time in his life,” I groused, wiping the sleep from my eyes, and then looked around the room. Where was I and why was a brother donning the road name of Farmer rubbing what appeared to be mud across my body. “Who the fuck are you and why are your hands on me?”
Farmer chuckled.
My shoulders rose up, and Ghoul’s big meat hook of a hand flattened over the middle of my chest. “Relax, brother. He knows what he’s doing,” he reassured me in a demanding tone. It wasn’t a request. My younger brother, Tate, laughed as his eyes darted between Ghoul and me.
“Tell him to calm his balls, Tater,” Ghoul howled. Two of the newer prospects barked out laughs, landing them on my shitlist. The third smirked but he was smart enough to keep his trap shut.
I glared at Tate, daring him to repeat what my Prez told him to. “Tadem,” I warned with as much strength as I was able to muster given my current state.
“That’s your name?” Ghoul eyed him.
“What did you think it was?” I asked.
Ghoul shrugged. “Fuckin’ Tate. If you’ll remember, you were the one who introduced him as Tate.”
“And you said, fuckin’ Sac and Tater. A big ol’ sac of taters.” I shook my head, remembering how wild that night had been.
“Yep. That’s how I got my name. From Ghoul,” Tate proudly confessed as if my Prez giving him the name was the best thing anyone in the room had done for him. Never mind the fact I was literally his older brother by blood.
I huffed, grabbing for Cor’s hand, but it wasn’t there. “Where is she?” My body shot up, and my heart forgot how to keep a normal rhythm.
“Easy, Sparky. I don’t want to dose your ass again, but I will if you don’t hold still,” Sleep warned, holding a clear vial in front of my eyes. “She’s on the other pool table over there.”
“Is she…” I couldn’t bring myself to say the words. I fought to breathe. I couldn’t breathe. Why did it feel like I was suffocating? My chest rose and fell in a fast erratic pattern, but I wasn’t getting enough air. My body demanded more.
“A fucking force to be reckoned with?” Sledge complained, pointing to the fresh purplish bruise beneath his left eye. My pulse slowed, and soon, I didn’t hear it in my ears anymore, which was a good thing, I guess. I took a deep breath, and it finally felt like I was getting oxygen.
“Her handy work?” I laughed a bit too hard and winced. I didn’t know which part of my body hurt the worse. My head throbbed, both legs felt like someone was holding a blowtorch against them, and…honestly, my entire body hurt.
“Yep. I think she has bigger balls than you do, Sac.” Ghoul coughed out a laugh. I couldn’t argue with that fact. She’d always been the strong one out of the two of us. As for her having balls, I’d seen her naked.
“Is she okay?” I asked, ignoring our Prez’s jab.
“She’s resting. Ol’ Sleep’s been taking care of her. Took a whole hell of a lot more to knock her out than you, light weight.” Sleeper smiled, punching a white spike through an IV bag and hanging it on a pole beside him.
“I need to get to her,” I told my brothers, trying to fight how incredibly sleepy I was and swatted the air near Farmer’s fingers. “And quit playing with that shit. It smells like pig sh…” I drifted into a deep sleep midsentence, not fighting it because I knew my brothers would protect her.