“Fuck. Call the prospect, get him here. We need to get Annslee to the closest hospital asap,” Dragon commanded as I gently lift Annslee’s head off my lap, stand and lift her into my arms.
“Cage is already at the cabin, Twister called him in. He’s also getting a U-Haul truck for transport. We’re taking these two assholes back to the shed for later on,” Badger snarls, his gaze zeroed in on my woman. “There’s a blanket in the back of the cage. She needs to be covered.
Nodding, I don’t speak. My throat is too fuckin’ tight to even try.
“It’ll be okay, brother. She’ll pull through,” Dragon grumbles from next to me as I carry Annslee up the bank toward the cage waiting for us.
“Yeah,” I rasp, my voice thick as molasses.
Let’s just hope we didn’t get her breathing again only to lose her to scorpion venom.
“Are you sure?” I ask, anguish filling me at the thought of my woman losing our child. Sitting next to her as she sleeps, in the middle of the hospital bed, the doctor stands at the end of the bed and gives me the news.
Annslee was going to be okay. They wanted to keep her overnight for observation, it sucked though to find out we were pregnant only to find out she’d lost it all the same.
Swear to God when I get my hands on her father and Terry Nelson, I am going to kill them with my bare fists for doing this to my woman.
“Yes, sir, I’m sorry, due to the stings, and drowning it was too much for the embryo to sustain.” At mention of the baby being called an embryo, I narrow my eyes on the doctor who needs to show some more compassion and not call our child by something so impersonal.
“You can leave,” Chaz snarls, stepping in front of me before I snap at the doctor.
“I’ll be back to check on her later,” the doctor declared apprehensively.
“No, you won’t, you can send another doctor in here who will show a bit of compassion for my brother and his ol’ lady,” Horse sneers, glaring at the doctor causing him to visibly gulp in fear.
Nodding, the doctor hightails it out of the hospital room.
“It’s gonna be okay, Hunt. We’re all here for you all,” Rage says gravelly from across the bed. I’m sure he’s remembering the loss of his own child when he found out Cleo had lost him. They’d decided to give theirs a name in memory.
“Thanks, mean it. We couldn’t do this without you all,” I rasp, turning my focus back to Annslee.
She looked so pale against the white sheets. Yet she couldn’t be any more beautiful to me knowing she was alive, and I’d get to spend another day with her.
“You ready for this, Hunt?” Twister asks, standing outside the shed at the clubhouse. It’s been two days since they discharged Annslee from the hospital. The first day, I refused to leave her side.
Annslee, Huntson, and I spent the day secluded in mine and my woman’s room where I held them close while we watched movies together. I also held my woman as she told me about her crazy dream, but I believed it to be true what she dreamt. Speaking to my sister and she promised to look after our baby we lost.
Today being the second day since she came home, Mackenzie, Alexis, and Bethany kicked me out of my own room and locked the door demanding to spend time alone with Annslee. I didn’t fight this knowing the four of them needed this.
I’d decided to come to the clubhouse and deal with getting rid of the wasted space breathing air in the shed.
“Yeah, Prez, I’m good to do this. I need to do this,” I say, nodding to Twister.
“Alright then, let’s get this done, the rest the club is already in there waiting,” Twister grins.
Grinning myself, I follow him into the shed for the first time and take in the men hanging from grappling hooks in the middle of the shed by their shoulder blades.
Quirking a brow, I glance around the room.
“What can I say, I felt it was worthy of them hanging this way,” Thorn shrugs and several others chuckle, I merely grin.
“By chance do we have any of those scorpions from the lake?” I ask.
“Yep,” Hades states, stepping forward holding a jar containing two scorpions. “These are the only two I found. Then again I stopped looking after I found these.”
Sweet.
Grabbing the jar from Hades, I grin from ear to ear, knowing exactly what I wanted to do with these. “Can someone grab the duct tape?” I ask as I turn to the two men staring at me through narrowed slits.
“You got it,” Burner mutters.
“Who wants to help pry their mouths open?”
“I got the forceps,” Dragon sneers, stepping forward.
Nodding, we all go about getting into position. I wasn’t worried about the scorpions stinging me. I’d looked up how to pick one up without that happening. Reaching into the jar, I don’t say a word as I pull the first one out and glance into Lawrence’s eyes while Dragon pries the man’s mouth open.
Once it’s open, I shove the scorpion in his mouth and step aside for Burner to place the tape over his lips. “Gorilla tape, gotta love it,” he snickers.
Stepping over to Terry, we do the same only this time, after the tape is in place, I hand the jar off, draw my fist back, and slam it into Terry’s stomach.
“Enjoy hell, motherfucker. For trying to take my woman away from me I hope you die a slow death hanging like a deer ready to be skinned. Let the venom take affect and know this is the end. For you and your minion next to you. Know Annslee won in the end and will go on being happy,” I snarl.
Turning away from the two men, I’m met by each and every member of the Devil’s
