Part 3 (1/2)

”It'll be okay,” I say as I grab her hand. ”Someone call a f.u.c.king ambulance.”

I look up at the pervy prospect holding the blood soaked towel against her chest.

”Get her a f.u.c.king ambulance,” I scream as I tug him closer with my free hand.

”Star, there's a doctor on the way.” Pyro tries to calm me. If it weren't for him, we wouldn't have been here, and Lana wouldn't be bleeding to death.

”I swear to G.o.d you better pray she's gonna be okay because if she's not, I'll blow this motherf.u.c.king club up!”

”Star, calm the f.u.c.k down,” Pyro roars.

”Calm down; you want me to calm down? She's my only family, and if it weren't for you, we wouldn't even be in this f.u.c.king mess!”

”She'll be fine.”

G.o.d, I hope Pyro's right. I need gummy bears, the fruity smell and taste of gummy bears; that is what I need right now. The smell of her blood is lingering in my nostrils, bringing memories back that I don't care to summon.

”Gummy bears,” I whisper, wiping the tears from my eyes with my free hand.

”What?” The prospect laughs.

”She needs gummy bears,” Lana wheezes. ”Get her some gummy bears. It's like her crack; it'll calm her.”

”f.u.c.k! I knew this was gonna happen,” Pyro curses. ”Prospect, go get Star some d.a.m.n gummy bears. Star, press that towel tight to Hazel.”

I nod and take over for the prospect. Lana's eyes start fluttering shut, and I scream for her to keep them open. Everyone is busy on phones and loading guns, and I still don't know where Braxxon ran off too. The doctor and another prospect take over, and I scoot out of the way. As I fall to the floor, I take a bottle of whiskey with me on the way down. I bring the bottle to my mouth and bite the cap off. I spit it out and tilt the bottle to my lips as PP hands me my gummy bears.

”Gla.s.s,” I say to him.

He nods, reaching above me, bringing down a gla.s.s. I pour gummy bears into it along with some whiskey and hand him the bottle.

The doctor must've numbed Lana because her screams have stopped. As I scurry up with my gla.s.s, my eyes land on Braxxon and Pyro talking quietly.

”How f.u.c.king dare you,” I seethe at Pyro. ”You said you knew this would happen! Why the f.u.c.k would you have us here if you knew this was gonna happen?”

I tilt the gla.s.s to my lips and snag a gummy bear with my tongue. Gummy bears I chant over and over in my head again.

”What the f.u.c.k is that?” Braxxon tries taking my gla.s.s from me, and I pull it back.

”It's f.u.c.king gummy bears brother; don't ask,” Pyro laughs.

”Answer me, Pyro,” I say as I chew the gummy flavored whiskey-filled bear.

His eyes cut over to Braxxon who gives him a nod, and when Pyro answers my demanded question, I almost faint.

”You broke down in someone else's territory last night.”

That nine-word sentence doesn't need an explanation. I know what that means. It means they risked a lot coming to get us. I immediately feel horrible that our car broke down in the middle of the desert.

”s.h.i.+t,” I groan into my gla.s.s, snagging another gummy bear.

My hands begin to shake as everything hits me at once. Hazel and I have stirred s.h.i.+t up for them without meaning to, and now we're in the crossfire.

”No questions?” Braxxon growls.

”I don't need to ask any; I know what this means for your club, and I feel like s.h.i.+t. I'm sorry,” I mumble. ”Why didn't you just leave us there?”

Pyro's gaze cuts to where the doctor is working on Lana. I would smile if it weren't for the circ.u.mstances, but it seems this guy is extremely hot for my best friend. But my look turns cold because I don't want either one of us around this s.h.i.+t.

”Don't even think about it Pyro. You had all you're getting from Lana! I'm taking her far away from this h.e.l.l.” I point at him before guzzling down my whiskey, leaving nothing but swollen gummy bears in my gla.s.s.

”Who the f.u.c.k do you think you are?” Pyro growls s.n.a.t.c.hing me up by my s.h.i.+rt and yanking me to him.

I try to struggle out of his grasp because he's furious and that just p.i.s.ses me off more. I'm about to slam my gla.s.s into his face when Braxxon speaks.

”Pyro let her go,” his voice smoothly comes out.

”No, it's okay Braxxon. Who the f.u.c.k do I think I am? I'll tell you Pyro,” I coo quietly staring into his eyes. ”My name is Winter Aaliyah Belov.”

Recognition hits his eyes. As his fingers slowly uncurl, I s.n.a.t.c.h away from him. Braxxon lets out a string of curses from behind me along with Pyro.

”Chapel, now brother.” Braxxon seethes, dragging me behind him.

Well, what the h.e.l.l?

As he pulls me into a dark room, a light flicks on and then the door slams. I look around, and there's a rectangle table with chairs all around it. The sound of a fist hitting flesh echoes and I turn to find Pyro seething at Braxxon while moving his jaw back and forth.

”You brought a f.u.c.king Belov into my club? You let me f.u.c.k a Belov. I don't have a death wis.h.!.+”

Oh well it's clear they've heard of my family name. I snicker, and when their eyes cut to mine, I laugh even more.

”What the f.u.c.k,” they say in unison.

I shrug. ”I ran away from the family almost a year ago. I find it funny that my name clearly scares the p.i.s.s outta ya.” I walk over to Braxxon and cut my eyes into his gray ones. ”I guess you remember what I told ya last night, huh?”

”Oh I remember. I also remember you just saying you ran away from home. Don't get smart b.i.t.c.h or I'll just let your good ol' family know where you're at,” Braxxon growls at me. l.u.s.t is missing, replaced with pure hatred, and I don't even care about the connection anymore because the b.a.s.t.a.r.d just called me a b.i.t.c.h.

”You wouldn't,” I gasp.

”Test me, Angel. I don't like prissy little b.i.t.c.hes,” he laughs, crossing his bare arms.

I throw my gla.s.s at his head and he ducks, laughing more. I need to get outta here. I storm pa.s.sed them, out through the main room and into Pyro's room to grab my things. I stop to check on Lana, but she isn't at the bar.

”Where is she?” I ask the prospect.

”Doc has her on the couch she's asleep,” he nods.

I look over and sure enough, Lana is fast asleep with a small blanket covering her. I look back at the prospect, giving him my most stern I'm serious' face.

”Make sure she gets home, okay?”