Intricate Love (Sinful Souls MC #2)(47)

It was her



Blake

I take Vicky under my arm as people start to crowd around us. For the first time in my life, I am crying like a little bitch.

“Fuck baby, hang in there please,” I tell her frantically as I put pressure on her wound. I hear the ambulances pull up just as Alaina, Zane and the rest of the boys round the corner.

“Oh my god, VICKY!” Alaina screams, running up to her while she lies over my legs. I wipe the tears from my eyes while still keeping pressure on the wound, smearing blood all over my face. This doesn’t look good; I’ve seen these sorts of injuries before. Hell, I have caused these sorts of injuries before, and they never live, not in the stomach. Everyone is standing around me, and I look to Zane.

“It was her,” I say, sneering the word “her”. His eyes narrow and his jaw clenches, before he nods his head. Once they have Vicky packed into the ambulance, with me right next to her; the rest of the boys follow us the whole way there. Once we get there, a mob of doctors and nurses rush to her and wheel her right out of the room. It all happens so fast, I blink and she is gone. I can’t believe I fucking let this go on for so long, this is my fucking fault. I pull at my hair in frustration as I look around the waiting room; I see all the brothers here, as well as Alaina.

“I need to call her parents,” I say, picking up my cell phone. I dial her parents’ number. They are not too bad; her Mom liked me straight away, but her dad wasn’t having it. Her dad picks up on the second ring.

“Jefferson, I’m sorry. Vicky’s in the hospital and I think it’s bad; you need to get here as soon as possible,” I say to him. Another tear trolls down my cheek, out of frustration that it’s all out of my control. I don’t give a fuck if I’m crying, and if anyone has a problem with it, I’ll shoot them. This is my woman, my old lady, the mother of my daughter; this can’t be happening, I need her.

“What? What do you mean?” he asks in a panicked tone.

“There was an incident tonight at a bar, and she got shot. I’m so sorry.”

After giving him all the details, I hang up my phone and put it back into my pocket. Ade comes up to me, with pain obvious in his eyes. It took him a while to warm up to Vicky; but after she had Pipper, his love for Pipper was so strong it carried on through to Vicky.

“I’m sorry, brother. But if anyone would be able to pull through this, it would be Vicky,” he says, throwing his arms around me. I tap his shoulders in appreciation as I sit back into my seat.



We wait for what feels like years, when I see a doctor come out the doors; I stand to make my way to him. “Is she going to be okay?” He looks at me with sympathy in his eyes.

“I’m sorry Mr. Rendon, at this stage all I can say is that we have the best team working on her. The bullet penetrated her stomach, but missed all major organs; we are working the best we can to pull her through this,” he answers. I stand there in shock.

“So she is going to be okay? It missed all major organs, so she’s going to live?” I ask with a little bit of hope.

“It is still early to say, because there is still chance that she could run into an infection; there is also the possibility of a TBI (Traumatic Brain Injury). For now, she is in a medically induced coma.” Fuck, that does not sound good. I don’t care if she’s brain dead, I will look after her until my last days. I will never leave her again.

“Can I see her?” I ask. He shakes his head.

“Not yet, you should go home and get some rest. Come back in the morning.” I would fucking punch him out for even expecting me to leave her here alone, but I won’t. I walk back to the waiting room; Alaina stands and makes her way to me.

“What’s happening?”

I explain everything to her the best I can, before I go to sit next to Zane.

“I know where she will be, I’m going there now,” I whisper to him. He looks up to me.

“I was thinking we bring her down through the system, and we can call Abby. Let’s just lock the bitch up; there is CCTV footage all over that street, that’s all the evidence we need. You don’t want to go in blind brother, it’s what she wants.” I look over to him, my eyes dead.

“It is Vicky this time, Zane. She got fucking shot! She took a fucking bullet for me. I need to kill Corrin.” He pushes back on his seat and bores holes into my head; he does this when he thinks I am not thinking clearly.

“Think this through Blake, it’s not smart, this is a set-up. Don’t do it. I can call Abby now; we have girls inside that will make her wish every day that she was dead, trust me brother.” I think over his words, and they make sense. As much as I want to rip her fucking head off and feed it to pigs while pissing on her corpse, I like his idea better. She will suffer far longer than it would take for her to die.