Chapter Thirty
Hawk crept toward the illuminated shack like a panther stalking his prey. He moved silently, freezing every so often to avoid detection. Jax and Chas, hidden by the shrubs, sneaked on each side of the shack and positioned themselves by a window dirtied from age. Ruben stood watch in the distance in case other Nomads were in the area.
Beaver stood just outside the shack and watched his prez smack Cara’s face. Shrouded in the darkness, Hawk seethed as he saw Beaver rub his dick while his eyes fixed on the scene unfolding in the shack. The more Cara cried and twisted away from Viper, the harder Viper yanked her head back. Beaver’s hiss through his teeth when Viper cut Cara’s t-shirt and bra down the middle enraged Hawk. Viper’s coarse, smoker’s voice filtered outside the shack. “You got great tits, sweetheart. I can’t wait to squeeze and bite them. Open up, slut. You got some cock to suck. Damn, your tits feel good in my hands.” Beaver rubbed himself harder and harder, and Hawk saw red.
Before he could jerk off again, Beaver was down on his stomach, a hand over his mouth and a wild beast on his back. He didn’t have a chance to fight back, and in a matter of seconds, he was out cold. Hawk motioned Chas to drag the asshole’s body away.
Hawk, looking through the small window to the right of the shack’s door, saw Eric’s motionless body in a pool of blood, Rot jerking off, and Viper in front of a kneeling Cara, who was bruised and bloody. He saw her lips quiver, her exposed breasts, and Viper stuffing his dick in her mouth. In a flash, all logic and reason dissipated, and Hawk became feral.
He rushed into the small room and sprang toward Viper. With his arms extended, Hawk grasped Viper’s neck and shoulders, placed his hands around Viper’s neck, and pressed tightly. Viper, startled by the attack, thrashed his arms before he regained his balance, looping his leg around one of Hawk’s and kicking it out from under him. Hawk fell down and Rot, wielding a small hunting knife, threw his weight on top of him. Grabbing Rot’s arms, Hawk fought to keep the knife away from him. As Hawk fended off Viper and Rot, Jax stormed in and dashed over to help his brother.
The loud pop deafened Cara’s ears, and everything presented itself in slow motion: Hawk’s fight, Jax’s shocked look as blood oozed out of his lower stomach, Viper’s .22 revolver pointed at Hawk’s head, Chas frozen at the door. There was no doubt in her mind that Viper aimed to kill Hawk, and if Chas rushed toward Viper, Hawk and Jax would both be killed. Feeling like she was in a dream, placid-faced Cara picked up a splintered plank covered in cobwebs and dust, stood behind Viper, threw her arms back, and slammed the rotting plank on the back of Viper’s skull. It sounded like wooden sticks breaking. Dropping the gun, Viper fell to his knees as dark-red streaks gushed down his neck. He toppled over onto the rough floor, and the dirt, like a sponge, sopped up his blood.
Rot turned to see what happened to Viper, and in the split-second he diverted his attention, Hawk had him on his back, punching the shit out of him. Chas ran over to Hawk and said, “We gotta get outta here. Jax’s hurt bad.”
Hawk ran over to Jax’s side as his eyes rolled back in his head, blood oozing from his wound. “Don’t die on me, brother. Don’t fuckin’ die on me.” Hawk took off his shirt and pressed down hard on Jax’s wound to try and stop the bleeding. His pleas to a fallen brother broke Cara’s heart.
“Let’s go. We’ve gotta get him help. Let’s move!” Chas ran out of the shack and screamed for Ruben.
Cara stared wide-eyed at Hawk. “You can’t move him. If you do, he’ll die. You know this is insane.”
Hawk, kneeling by Jax, extended his hand to Cara. She grasped it and he drew her close to him before he hugged her and feathered kisses on her beaten face. Holding her next to him, he whispered, “I can’t let Jax die. You’re right. If he doesn’t get to a hospital, he’ll die. Call 911.”
“I already did.”
When Ruben and Chas came back in, Hawk said, “Take off. No sense involving yourselves. I’ll handle this. Badges and ambulance are on their way. Ride to freedom. Go. Now.”
“We’re standing with you, brother,” they said. “We’ve got your back.”
No matter how hard Hawk argued, Chas and Ruben were resolute in their decision.
Cara sat on the ground, transfixed. She hadn’t seen Viper move since she cracked his skull. What if I killed him? I can’t deal with this. But, I had to stop him. I had to. He would’ve killed Hawk, but I can’t believe I killed him. I can’t believe any of this happened. How did my life get so fucked-up?