He's not there when we pull up and I try to tell the guys to leave to avoid the risk of a fight but they refuse to leave without seeing who comes and what's done with me. Its the least they could do for consolation for their clueless president. So Kale and Panik stay back as planned and I await my ex husbands arrival with the company of Ed.
By the time John's black car rolls up, I'm pacing in front of Ed, biting on my nails. My stomach is a mess. I'm just ready to get this over with. Just leave with him and get to the violence so its out of the way.
He steps out of his car, the stench of self righteousness airs off him. "Honey, where's the baby?" A half smile plants itself on his face. I glare at him. "She's staying here, John. We don't need her. How would you explain her to the neighbors." I ask sarcastically. He full out laughs at this.
"I guess you make a point. We can always make another. I want a boy anyways." He shrugs his less broad shoulders. I almost gag at the thought of having sex with him. "Teach him how to respect women like you do?" I snap. He just laughs again, the sides of his brown eyes crinkling.
"I miss that sense of him or of yours, Margo." His words almost sound sincere. "Sure you have." I mutter.
"We doing this or what, John?" I snap. He glances over at Ed then me. "I keep my word. I have my wife, you have no ATF." He holds his hand out me. With a deep breath I take it. He yanks me to him, crashing his lips down on mine. I try to pull away which just pisses him off and causes him to grab me by my hair and pull us closer.
He pulls away for air and buries his face in my neck, inhaling. "You ever leave again, Margo, and I'll kill you and Patrick's mother. Am I understood?" He mutters in my ear, keeping a tight grip on my hair. I wince and nod.
With one last glance at Ed, I am shoved in the car. John rounds the car and right before he climbs in his seat, he pulls out a gun from his waist band and shoots. In the side mirror I watch as Ed falls the the ground. I scream and grab the door handle to go to him but he has it child proofed. I go for his door but he smashes his gun in my face and shoves me back before getting in and roaring off.
"What did you do? We did what you said!" I yell at him, clutching my broken nose. "You're stupid if you thought he would get out safe. He's stupid for coming alone." John growls. I want to tell him he's not alone but I don't need him going back to shoot the other two. They need to get to Ed.
John pulls out his phone and hits a few numbers before holding it to his ear. "Everything's in position." He hangs up. Oh, fucking shit. I can't believe I thought he would keep his word For the clubs safety.
Anger boils in me and I see everything blur with rage. I reach out and yank the wheel to the right. The car jerks then rolls to the side from the sharp turn. Johns face hits the wheel as my side of the car is smashed to the ground, my head hitting the ground.
I lift myself up, feeling a little dizzy and my head hurting. The seatbelt is jammed and wont let me get up enough to escape before johns conscious. I reach behind the zipper of my jeans and grab the knife I have hidden there to cut the belt around me.
Now do I go over John or to the back and out. The back. I creep in the back seat and to the door behind John. A yank of the handle tells me its child proofed too. I take my shirt off and wrap it around my fist. Bringing my hand back, I punch the window and watch as it shatters. I reach outside the window, grab the door handle and the door creaks loudly open.
I hear the roar of motor cycle and sigh in relief. I hope Ed is still alive. I didn't see where John shot him. I climb to the top of the car and jump to the ground with less agility than I'm capable off. My vision is still a little blurry and my balance is off.
I look back at John. He's still knocked out, blood down his face. The fact still stands; He has to die. I look down at my knife. Its not big enough to do the damage I want done. I put my tank top back on before climbing back on top the car and reaching down into John's window that broke during the crash and grabbing his gun.
Just as I wrap my hand around the cool metal, his one hand grabs mine and his other elbow comes up to meet with my face. I scream as I go flying back to the ground with a hard thud. The air leaves my lungs for a minute and I gasp for air.
He jumps to the ground with more ease than I had before and grabs at me. I lift a foot and kick him in his baby maker. He grunts and holds himself, but still keeps a grip on the gun. I scramble away in the Sandy ground, looking for any sort of weapon.
My hand lands in a piece of shattered window and he grabs my hair and yanks me to my feet. I grip the piece of glass and throw my hand behind me, aiming but not sure where. His body jerks and he releases his grip on my hair and I call back to the ground.
I look up at him and see that my piece of glass landed in the side of his neck. He yanks it out and blood spurts out every where, landing on my face and shirt as he falls to his knees. He looks at me with such a stricken look like he can't believe I had actually done this.
Tears fall and I'm not ashamed to admit that I love him still and hate that he's dying or that its by my hand a little bit but it's what needs to be done. He is a horrible man.
He falls to the ground and sand kicks at the impact. He gargles on his blood for a few seconds then goes stiff, his eyes wide open and on me. I close them and kiss his forehead before grabbing the gun he dropped at some point in the midst of all this.
As fast as I can, I make my way back to where Ed is and I heard the guys come to. I hear a lot of shooting and hide behind a Bush. A van has pulled up and a group of about 10 yellow guys has gotten out with automatics, shooting at my 3 guys who are hiding trees. I see Pat behind a wide ass tree with Ed sitting, clutching at his shoulder. Red stains his shirt. Thank god he's alive at least.
I point John's gun and start shooting at the guys in the van. I take out 3 before they spot me and start shooting at me as well. A bullet catches my thigh and I fall to balance on my good leg and straighten the shot one out.
With shitty cover, I start to move into the woods to find a tree like the others. Taking advantage of the distraction, Pat, Kale and Ed start firing again and take then all down but one. He starts to run but Kale goes after him. Out the corner of my eye I see another one inch around the van and point a gun at Kale.
"Kale!!!" I shout but its too late the dirt bag fires three rounds and all of them land in his back. Its like everything is in slow motion as I watch his body fall to the ground and Pat comes out to shoot the shooter in the fucking face over and over and over again not stopping until he's right on top on his dead body. I run to Kale and flip him in his back to see his face.
His features are blank and he looks right up to the sky. I scream as I crumble on top his lifeless body. This is all my fault. I should have listened to Lynol. Should have stayed put. Alive in jail is better than dead. How am I supposed to look at his son knowing I got his father killed?
Strong hands grab me by my shoulders and heave me to my feet. "We have to go, Margo." Pat urges me. I nod. "We're taking the van." I tell him. He nods. He picks up Kales body and gently lays it in the bed of the van where he finds gasoline.
"Wait!" I shout. He pauses and looks at me. I take the gas and dump it all over the yellows before taking the car lighter and dropping it on them. They all go up in flames and I smile at the stench of burning flesh.
Ed has the last one alive and I walk up to him, lift John's gun to his face and shoot him as I look him in the eyes. Ed jumps back shouting. "Margo, what the fuck?" He yells.
"Get Kales bike in the back with his body and I'll drive the van back." I tell them, my voice surprisingly calm. More like monotone. Pat watches me, and to say he's worried about my mental health is an understatement.
I wait behind the wheel of the van until I hear the doors shut behind me so I can start it up. With a little help from Pat, Ed gets on his bike and we all leave back home. Ed called Patch a couple of minutes ago and told him to meet us at the hospital, but Patch says to come to the club house where the doctor is.
I forgot a doctor was coming to see if Lillian was actually pregnant. That problem now seeming so miniscule.
Ed only makes it a few miles before his shoulder can't handle anymore of the vibrations from his bike and he pulls off to the side. Pat gives me a mini lesson on riding and Ed and I switch vehicles.
As we pull into the clubhouse, I notice that it's empty which mean Lynol called off Lockdown. He meets me outside, holding Sydney, with the others. Part of me wants to run to my baby and hold her close. But the majority of me hates that I'm reason Kale will never be able to do that again.
Guessing from the look on Lynols face, Patch hasn't told him what we were really doing. Lynol passes off our daughter to Whiskey who looks scared to death of the tiny human and rushes over to us.
"Why are you riding Eds bike? Where's Hook? Whose van? What the fuck happened to your face? Are you shot? Is Ed shot? What the absolute fuck, Margo?" He starts blubbering. I wave him off and make my way to Mikey, who is in the arms of a club groupy. I pick him up and hold him close to me.
And then I fall to my knees, ignoring the pain in my leg..
And I cry.
Loud, ugly ass sobs wreck through my entire body. When I hear the group of gasps and 'oh, shits' I know that Pat has brought out Kale's body for everyone to see.
"What the fuck happened?!" Lynol is livid. I lift my head as Patch goes over and the 3 of them start explaining shit to Lynol. He glares over at me before stomping over to where I cradle Mikey.
"You disobeyed my orders, had my club lie to me, and got one of my brothers killed!" He yells before going into the club and slaming the door so hard the wood splints. I cry harder.
After carrying Kales body inside, Pat comes and helps me to my feet. I don't release my grip on Mikey. He takes Sydney from Whiskey and we go to Lynols truck.
He straps in my daughter and I just hold Mikey. He's not even crying. I don't think be understands what's going on yet. But he'll ask for his father sooner or later. And what the hell am I supposed to tell him?
"Its not your fault, Margo. He knew what he was getting into." Pat says soothingly. "I should have chosen someone who didn't have a 1 year old fucking baby." I snap. He sighs.
He puts the two babies in sydneys play pen as I collapse in the couch and watch them.
"I'm going with Lynol to get Shank from the pen. Margo... Shank is Kales brother. Blood brother." Pat informs me. Fucking great. I shake my head and cry all over again.
Shank will never see his brother again.
Well, not alive at least.