“You’re not supposed to be here,” I proclaim.
“I’m here to get my daughter,” she coos without looking up from my daughter.
“Brook isn’t your daughter,” I sneer.
“But she is, I gave birth to her. Chains and I made her, and you took her from me,” Sera says finally glancing at me with a venomous stare.
Are you kidding me? This bitch is insane.
“Sera, I suggest you back away from my daughter,” I say through clenched teeth.
“No, I suggest you go back where you belong, whore,” she spits and turns her attention back to my daughter who takes that moment to start crying. “Now look what you’ve done. You are not a good mother and I’m taking my daughter. Chains will see I’m the better woman to raise her.”
Sera goes to pick-up Brook and I don’t know what came over me, but I rush the woman. Snatching the hair on the back of her head, I yank the bitch away from Brook’s crib and throw her toward the doorway.
Sera screeches and launches herself at me. I’m not a fighter and I’m not much in size but there’s something to be said when it comes to protecting those you love. Sera tackles me to the ground and I go into defense mode to keep her from hurting the baby I’m carrying.
Somehow, I get her off me and drag her with all my strength out of the twins’ room. In the hallway she screams loud enough to draw attention to us.
Good.
I need help.
As I release my hold on Sera, she reaches behind her and pulls out a knife. Shit.
“You’re dead, whore. For ruining everything. You took my daughter, my man, everything. And for that you have to pay,” Sera screams and twirls it in her hands.
“Sera. You’re delusional,” I snap, taking a step back.
“What the fuck?” Shock demands as he steps into the hallway with Steel.
Sera doesn’t pay attention to the two men behind her as she attacks me again. I grab her wrist with both hands to keep her from stabbing me. But the woman weighs more than I do and she takes me to the floor with enough force I bounce my head against the wood.
“Die, bitch,” she snarls.
At her words I couldn’t help but think of that quote from Game of Thrones. ‘Not today’.
Using all my strength, I try to take the knife from her as she fights Shock and Steel. I know if I don’t take care of her now, she’ll keep coming at me and trying to take my daughter. I’m not about to let that happen. I told Chains I won’t be responsible for my actions if she touched Brook again.
I yank hard enough to remove her hand from around the blade’s handle. With the knife in hand, I also ignore Shock telling me to give it to him. Instead, I jam the knife directly into Sera’s heart.
“Die, bitch,” I spit, handing her her words back.
“Oh shit,” Steel mutters.
“Tiny, you need to step back now,” Shock announces, placing a hand on my shoulder.
Nodding, I do as he says feeling lightheaded.
“What’s going on?” Brielle asks only to gasp as she takes in the scene in front of her. Angelina is right there with her.
“Angelina, can you take a look at Tiny for me and Brielle can you go look after the twins?” Steel demands.
Both women nod their heads and jump into action.
Angelina comes to me as Brielle rushes into the twins’ room. I can hear her speaking softly to Brook and River as she closes the door. Scanning the hallway, my gaze lands on Shock and Steel to see them grimacing. My eyes then descend to the bitch lying on her back with a knife sticking out of her chest.
There is something to be said about seeing a dead body. With Deanna, I didn’t pay much attention to her afterwards, but I knew her death would stick with me for a while and it did. But when it comes to Sera, I won’t be worrying about it. Not once.
That still doesn’t stop my vision from going blurry and my knees to give out as everything goes dark.
“Someone better tell me which room my ol’ lady is in.” I hear the voice and I feel comfort in it. But I’m confused as to why he’s demanding to know which room I’m in.
It’s then I hear the beeping.
Damnit, I’m in a hospital. I don’t have to ask myself what I’m doing here. I know it’s due to fainting but also because I was in a fight with a lunatic.
Slowly I blink, opening my eyes to confirm it, just as the curtain to my cubical opens to show a very distraught Chains standing there.
“Fuck,” he mutters and is instantly at my side. “I’m sorry, Bitsy, so fuckin’ sorry.”
“What are you sorry for?” I ask. None of this was his fault.
It was Sera’s. She’s the one who was a lunatic and needed to be put down like a rabid dog.
“I should have been there for you,” he rasps.
“No, you shouldn’t have been. You were where you were needed. Getting Wren and Lyrica back,” I murmur, shaking my head.
But at his grimace, my heart begins to thump at a faster pace in my chest.
“You did get them, right?” I ask.
“Angelina’s looking at Wren now. We were too late to get a hold of Lyrica. Collins stated she was with her new owner.” Tears well in my eyes at this news.
No.
She’s been given to someone and it’s my fault.
“I’m sorry,” I sob as the tears spill down my cheeks.
“Baby, you didn’t do a damn thing,” Chains murmurs, cupping the side of my face. “All you did was protect our family from a psycho bitch. So, don’t go blaming yourself for something you didn’t do.
“But it’s my dad who did this,” I whisper.
“Tiny, Collins isn’t your dad. He can’t be. During church earlier, after we were waiting on Marker to get here, we found out Collins had a
