Page 52 of Gunner
“I’ll go make coffee,” I heard Sarah say as she stepped over me fully dressed as I moaned and wallowed around on the floor like a fucking fish out of water. Before I could say a word, she walked away as if nothing was wrong.
Laying on the floor, dying, mourning my dick, I heard Sarah open the front door before thunderous feet descended upon me.
“Where the fuck are you?!” King roared.
Gulping, I squeaked. “Down here.”
I opened one eye and took a peek to see King shaking his head as he stood over me. My other brothers were doing the same, but all of them had the look of retribution in their eyes. Something or someone pissed them off, and I didn’t have to think very hard about who that was.
“We’re banned!” King roared.
“What?” I gasped in agony.
Didn’t he see I was dying down here?
Did he even care?
“Beth banned the whole fucking club from her shop, asshole!” Pyro added, smirking at my situation.
Fucker. I couldn’t wait until it was his turn.
I was going to make that son of a bitch pay dearly.
“But that’s not even the worst part,” Scribe grinned happily, laying across my bed, sniffing the pillow Sarah slept on last night. Sitting up, I yanked the pillow away from him as he said, “Beth even banned Bailey.”
My eyes widened in horror.
“That’s right, you fucknut. Your wandering dick got Venom, the evil Queen of Death, banned. The high priestess herself is walking around Rosewood without her morning cup of coffee. If I were you, I’d start digging your grave because when she gets her hands on you, she is going to kill you.”
Jumping to my feet. My injured dick forgotten, I pleaded with my brother. “Callum, please. Help me.”
My brother grinned, shaking his head. “Not a chance in hell. Your dick got you into this mess. You fucking figure it out. Oh, and just so you know, Mike stopped by the clubhouse at the ass crack of dawn this morning and handed me this.”
Looking at the small piece of paper in his hand, I gulped.
With a shaking hand, I reached for the item and read out loud, “King, I am giving you the courtesy and respect, from one Marine to another, to inform you that your brother has exactly until hunting season begins to do right by my daughter.
If he fails to man up and do the right thing, not only will I unleash the wrath of my wife on your sorry excuse of a brother, but I will also dust off my sniper rifle and go hunting. Mike Brewer- Marine Sniper and one pissed off father.”
I gulped. “What does he mean, do right by his daughter?”
King tilted his head and sighed. “Cord, you can’t be that stupid.”
“He is,” Pyro sighed.
“Cord, he wants you to marry Sarah.”
“But I don’t know if she’s even pregnant!”
“Doesn’t matter,” Priest piped up, leaning against my bedroom wall, trying unsuccessfully to hide his smile. “Mike’s old school. You defiled his only daughter.”
“This isn’t the 1800’s!” I shouted. “What’s he gonna do? Challenge me to a duel if I refuse?”
When all my brothers just glared at me, I gulped. “He’s going to kill me. Isn’t he?”
“Yep,” Scribe laughed boisterously. “Couldn’t have happened to a better sorry excuse of a human being. I say we hogtie him and just hand him over.”
“Fuck you, Scribe,” I rounded on the instigating bastard. “I can’t wait to see how you fare when your back is against the wall.”