Brick's Fight (Infernal Sons MC #5) - Carol Dawn Page 0,45
cradled in my lap.
Brick’s pain-filled eyes mist over as he looks up at me.
“I love you, baby,” he mumbles. “Don’t you ever forget that.”
His blood continues to spill from his body and is soaking my bare skin. I dropped the blanket when I ran forward, but the only thing I can focus on is the fact that my heart is dying right along with this man.
I want to yell at Brick and tell him that he should have stayed with me. We should have forgotten about everything else and just went home. But I don’t.
I know in my heart that this could be the last thing I ever get to say to him.
I lean down and kiss his forehead.
“I love you, too,” I whisper, watching my tears mix with his blood as they fall. “Forever and ever.”
Brick’s eyes close, and his head falls to the side. I instantly panic.
“Please,” I beg to the universe. “Please don’t take him from me.”
“HURRY THE FUCK UP,” someone yells.
I have my hand pressed tightly against his wound, hoping to buy him a little more time.
“We need to move him, Miss Jessa.” Wolf places a gentle hand on my shoulder. “We need to put him in the truck and meet the ambulance halfway.”
A hand is placed over mine, and I look up to see Bear. “I got this,” he tells me. “Get in the truck so we can get him to the hospital.”
Not wanting to waste any more time, I remove my hand so that Bear can apply pressure.
“I feel a pulse,” Hawk looks up at me, his fingers on the other side of Brick’s neck. “It’s faint, but it’s still there. Don’t you give up on him, sweetheart. Brick is one tough bastard. He’ll beat this.”
With that, a few of the men lift Brick and rush towards the truck. I take a step to follow them when I notice that Chains is restraining someone, I walk over. I want to know who it is that shot my man.
“Who is it, Chains?” I ask, anger slamming its way through my body.
Chains turns fully towards me, and I see my mother struggling to get free. Chains doesn’t seem fazed at all by her struggles.
“YOU!” she screams. “THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT.”
As strange as it sounds, a calmness overtakes me.
“You killed my father,” I remind her, softly. “And you shot the man I love.”
“And I’d do it all again,” she spits. “I wish I had killed your father with my own hands, just like I did that man. Your father never taught you a damn thing about living in the real world. If he had, you would understand how hard it is to survive. You would understand why I did everything I did.”
I take a step forward, and something metal near Chains’ feet catches my eye.
“You’re wrong, you know,” I tell Julia. “My father taught me a lot. He taught me how to defend myself against this bully when I was in middle school.”
I take a step closer.
“He taught me how to play baseball.”
Step.
“He even taught me that it was okay for girls to wrestle and boys to have tea parties.”
Step. Step.
“I know how to change a tire and drive a stick shift because of him.”
Step. Step. Step.
“But there’s one thing he taught me that I really want you to see.”
Chains’ eyes grow wide, and he moves his hands only to hold Julia by the shoulders.
“What’s that?” Julia mocks. “How to never shut up?”
“Nope,” I smile. “How to shoot like a fucking pro.”
I bend over quickly and grab the gun off the ground. The same gun she used to shoot Brick. I relax and fall into a calmness as my reflexes take over. I’ve done this hundreds of times. My body knows exactly what to do.
I raise my right arm straight in front of me, gun held firmly. Raising my left arm, elbow slightly bent, I cup the other side of the handle. I take aim, wait a split second for Chains to drop, then pull the trigger.
I watch as my mother falls to the ground, eyes wide and blank, and I feel nothing.
“You could give Trigger a run for his money,” Chains says.
“I wasn’t even sure there were any bullets left,” I admit.
I’m sure that this moment will haunt my dreams for years to come, but as bad as it is to admit, I’m happy I was the one to end her life.
“We have to go, Miss Jessa.”
I jump slightly, not realizing that Wolf was still