Seize Me
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“Get me outta here, Brax,” she mumbles into my chest.
“Let me find something to wrap you up in.”
“No! I just wanna go,” she whispers loudly.
“At least take my cut, Winter,” I say leaning her body against mine as I slip my arms out. After I remove my cut, I slowly and carefully slip her arms through while she wobbles against me.
“Up you go, gorgeous,” I mumble as I pick her up.
“They really screwed me up didn’t they,” she croaks as I walk her up the stairs.
I almost stumble up the last step when she asks that. It’s as if she doesn’t know how she’s doing right now. And that both freaks me out and pisses me off. I decide not to answer her. Because the truth is, they did a number on my Angel, and I don’t want to remind her with words that they did. She has enough of a reminder.
“Prez, this bitch.” ZZ motions his gun at Christina’s head.
Winter lifts off my chest and looks at Christina. She holds out her hand, her gaze going to Snipers. Her weak arm moves around in the air until he sighs, handing her a gun. What the f**k does she think she’s going to do with that? And how does he know what she wants?
Her fingers grip the gun, and she takes aim. “What were those words you said right before I was taken?” she croaks, and Christina’s eyes widen. “Oh yeah. Goodbye bitch.” She forces a laugh while pulling the trigger, splattering Christina’s brains on the wall behind her.
“Thanks Sniper,” she whispers handing the gun back.
“Burn this place to the ground,” I say to Pyro and Smokey.
13
Winter didn’t say a damn thing on the way back to the club. I held her wrapped in my arms the whole way back. I tried not squeezing her tightly to me. I was afraid I might hurt her more than what she already was. I felt like growling when the Doc lifted her from my arms and took her up to my apartment. He brought along his son who was also a doctor, and because my Angel was so torn up, I allowed him to treat her. He’s a good-looking dude, and he’s about to clean up my Angel. It pissed me off that I couldn’t fix her myself, but I didn’t know the first thing about medicine. For the first time, I didn’t want to have the Doc under my payroll. I wanted to take Angel to the damn hospital, but she’s running from her father. The last thing she wanted was to reveal her last name. Lana is screaming at Pyro. The Doc won’t let her up in the room, and Lana is pissed. I give him a pointed look that he had better get her quieted because I just called a Chapel meeting. I need all my brothers right now. It’s time for revenge.
I’m sitting at the head of the table bouncing my foot while I chain smoke, waiting for everyone to walk in. The last one to enter is Phil. The old slug. I would grin if I could, but I can’t. I’ve never been so violently pissed in all my life. I knock the gavel and blow out smoke.
“First order of business; Sniper, get rid of the gun Angel used to whack Christina with. No chances that the fire didn’t do its job. I won’t have this shit ending back at our doorstep. She’s been through enough.”
I growl. “When I found Angel, she was spouting off. The only thing that worried her was making sure I knew who was behind this shit. PP is a traitor. He’s Snake’s son.”
The brothers start cursing and slamming their fists down. “That’s not all. Christina was also Snake’s daughter. So once he figures out she’s dead… shits going to get going and fast. PP raped Angel; I don’t know why we didn’t see him. He must’ve left before we got there. I want that motherfucker’s head,” I say seriously.
I take a deep breath. “Snake took… Jesus….” I rub my jaw. “Snake raped Angel’s ass.”
I butt my cigarette in the ashtray, lean my elbows on the table, and run my hands through my hair. Fuck, I can’t handle this shit.
“I’ve had her for one f**king week. One week and I didn’t protect her, brothers. This shit is weighing on my mind. She was trying to stay away. Her father is a f**king Belov. I mean she knew she didn’t wanna be in this world, and I f**king pushed her.”
I’m a relentless f**king bastard. That’s what I am. I wanted her. I took her, and look what happened.
“Prez… this shit isn’t your fault. Christina and PP were here right under our noses. We’ll get Angel’s revenge. We will take it,” Samuel growls.
“Fuck,” I roar. “Find PP first. After PP, we’ll deal with Snake. I’m gonna gut that bastard, but unlike his two attempted fails, I’ll succeed.”
“She’s not gonna be the woman that hooked you a week ago, not after this shit. Prez, you need to deal with that right here,” Pyro points to his chest.
“You think I don’t f**king know that? She f**king murdered Christina in cold blood. Angel from last week wouldn’t have done that shit.”
There’s a knock on the door and Sniper gets up and cracks it open revealing the Doc. He opens the door all the way and motions for him to come in before he closes it.
“Braxxon… you want everyone to hear this?” he asks seriously.
“Yes.”
“Alright then. She has multiple tears in her anus. She needed eight stitches on that wound. The vaginal tears weren’t as severe as the anus, but she will have scar tissue. It’ll be at least eight weeks until she’s healed sufficiently enough for any sexual intercourse, if she’s willing to be touched. She’s going to have severe mental damage from what she went through in those few hours, but she’s a strong young woman, so she’ll find a way to deal with it. The wound to her chest took twenty-nine stitches. I was able to butterfly the smallest of areas. She was told that condoms were used. She admitted to passing out when one of your prospects knocked her out cold. After that, she doesn’t know what happened. I gave her some antibiotics for the main STD’s that usually occur from rape. I’ve also gave her an emergency contraceptive drug to prevent unwanted pregnancy. She’s also on another antibiotic to prevent infection to her wounds. My son is up there now finishing the smallest tasks. Her collarbone was dislocated, so we popped it back into place. I’ve put Winter on morphine. I didn’t want her on hydrocodone. I would rather she heal as comfortable as possible, so a stronger drug was needed. I’ve put her on Klonopin for the anxiety she will most likely experience. You need to watch her on all of these prescriptions. She mentioned that she can’t pick up refills from a pharmacy.”
“Let me find something to wrap you up in.”
“No! I just wanna go,” she whispers loudly.
“At least take my cut, Winter,” I say leaning her body against mine as I slip my arms out. After I remove my cut, I slowly and carefully slip her arms through while she wobbles against me.
“Up you go, gorgeous,” I mumble as I pick her up.
“They really screwed me up didn’t they,” she croaks as I walk her up the stairs.
I almost stumble up the last step when she asks that. It’s as if she doesn’t know how she’s doing right now. And that both freaks me out and pisses me off. I decide not to answer her. Because the truth is, they did a number on my Angel, and I don’t want to remind her with words that they did. She has enough of a reminder.
“Prez, this bitch.” ZZ motions his gun at Christina’s head.
Winter lifts off my chest and looks at Christina. She holds out her hand, her gaze going to Snipers. Her weak arm moves around in the air until he sighs, handing her a gun. What the f**k does she think she’s going to do with that? And how does he know what she wants?
Her fingers grip the gun, and she takes aim. “What were those words you said right before I was taken?” she croaks, and Christina’s eyes widen. “Oh yeah. Goodbye bitch.” She forces a laugh while pulling the trigger, splattering Christina’s brains on the wall behind her.
“Thanks Sniper,” she whispers handing the gun back.
“Burn this place to the ground,” I say to Pyro and Smokey.
13
Winter didn’t say a damn thing on the way back to the club. I held her wrapped in my arms the whole way back. I tried not squeezing her tightly to me. I was afraid I might hurt her more than what she already was. I felt like growling when the Doc lifted her from my arms and took her up to my apartment. He brought along his son who was also a doctor, and because my Angel was so torn up, I allowed him to treat her. He’s a good-looking dude, and he’s about to clean up my Angel. It pissed me off that I couldn’t fix her myself, but I didn’t know the first thing about medicine. For the first time, I didn’t want to have the Doc under my payroll. I wanted to take Angel to the damn hospital, but she’s running from her father. The last thing she wanted was to reveal her last name. Lana is screaming at Pyro. The Doc won’t let her up in the room, and Lana is pissed. I give him a pointed look that he had better get her quieted because I just called a Chapel meeting. I need all my brothers right now. It’s time for revenge.
I’m sitting at the head of the table bouncing my foot while I chain smoke, waiting for everyone to walk in. The last one to enter is Phil. The old slug. I would grin if I could, but I can’t. I’ve never been so violently pissed in all my life. I knock the gavel and blow out smoke.
“First order of business; Sniper, get rid of the gun Angel used to whack Christina with. No chances that the fire didn’t do its job. I won’t have this shit ending back at our doorstep. She’s been through enough.”
I growl. “When I found Angel, she was spouting off. The only thing that worried her was making sure I knew who was behind this shit. PP is a traitor. He’s Snake’s son.”
The brothers start cursing and slamming their fists down. “That’s not all. Christina was also Snake’s daughter. So once he figures out she’s dead… shits going to get going and fast. PP raped Angel; I don’t know why we didn’t see him. He must’ve left before we got there. I want that motherfucker’s head,” I say seriously.
I take a deep breath. “Snake took… Jesus….” I rub my jaw. “Snake raped Angel’s ass.”
I butt my cigarette in the ashtray, lean my elbows on the table, and run my hands through my hair. Fuck, I can’t handle this shit.
“I’ve had her for one f**king week. One week and I didn’t protect her, brothers. This shit is weighing on my mind. She was trying to stay away. Her father is a f**king Belov. I mean she knew she didn’t wanna be in this world, and I f**king pushed her.”
I’m a relentless f**king bastard. That’s what I am. I wanted her. I took her, and look what happened.
“Prez… this shit isn’t your fault. Christina and PP were here right under our noses. We’ll get Angel’s revenge. We will take it,” Samuel growls.
“Fuck,” I roar. “Find PP first. After PP, we’ll deal with Snake. I’m gonna gut that bastard, but unlike his two attempted fails, I’ll succeed.”
“She’s not gonna be the woman that hooked you a week ago, not after this shit. Prez, you need to deal with that right here,” Pyro points to his chest.
“You think I don’t f**king know that? She f**king murdered Christina in cold blood. Angel from last week wouldn’t have done that shit.”
There’s a knock on the door and Sniper gets up and cracks it open revealing the Doc. He opens the door all the way and motions for him to come in before he closes it.
“Braxxon… you want everyone to hear this?” he asks seriously.
“Yes.”
“Alright then. She has multiple tears in her anus. She needed eight stitches on that wound. The vaginal tears weren’t as severe as the anus, but she will have scar tissue. It’ll be at least eight weeks until she’s healed sufficiently enough for any sexual intercourse, if she’s willing to be touched. She’s going to have severe mental damage from what she went through in those few hours, but she’s a strong young woman, so she’ll find a way to deal with it. The wound to her chest took twenty-nine stitches. I was able to butterfly the smallest of areas. She was told that condoms were used. She admitted to passing out when one of your prospects knocked her out cold. After that, she doesn’t know what happened. I gave her some antibiotics for the main STD’s that usually occur from rape. I’ve also gave her an emergency contraceptive drug to prevent unwanted pregnancy. She’s also on another antibiotic to prevent infection to her wounds. My son is up there now finishing the smallest tasks. Her collarbone was dislocated, so we popped it back into place. I’ve put Winter on morphine. I didn’t want her on hydrocodone. I would rather she heal as comfortable as possible, so a stronger drug was needed. I’ve put her on Klonopin for the anxiety she will most likely experience. You need to watch her on all of these prescriptions. She mentioned that she can’t pick up refills from a pharmacy.”
