Drive Me Wild

Chapter 43 - Abigail

The pain never came.

A quiet bleep of the recording ending had me opening my eyes and wiping the tears away, confusion taking over like a dizzy spell.

Pavel's sadistic laugh echoes through the room, the knife still in hand. No blood was covered on it.

"I- I don't understand," I whisper, stroking my hand over my stomach, checking for any sign of puncture or injury.

My skin still felt soft and smooth, free of any cuts or abrasions. I started to slow my breathing down, coming to terms with what just happened.

Pavel didn't kill my baby.

"I have no reason to kill your baby, not yet anyway." He smirks. "Duke can be a loose cannon when he's angry. I know that from when we have worked together previously."

My ears perked up. "You've worked with Duke?" 

His head cocks to the side, assessing my reaction. "He never told you?"

"No, it never came into conversation."

"You know, for someone whose unborn child almost got murdered, you are very calm."

I wasn't sure how to feel.

Originally I was hysterical, concerned for the wellbeing of my baby. Pavel had no right to kill it, or even try to. When I realised that we were both safe, relief washed through me like a cold stream of water.

If anything, I was shocked at the severity of the situation. Pavel's unleashed anger was not something to take lightly, he went insane when something didn't go his way.

I must have been caught in a daydream as Pavel chuckled to himself. "No response I see. You must not be that bothered about your unborn child after all."

"How dare you!" I snap. "What the fuck makes you think that I'm not bothered? You almost tried to kill something that has been growing inside of me for months!"

A sly smirk tips at the edges of his lips. "So you do have fight."

"Just leave me alone, I'm done talking to you."

I burrow my body under the covers, wrapping myself up like a burrito. The day had only just started but I felt as if I had been awake for weeks on end.

A quiet 'click' of the lock indicates Pavel's departure and a sigh of relief leaves my body. I dreaded to think what Duke thought of the video, knowing him and his irrational mind, he won't take a moment to assess the situation and the video. He'll assume that the baby has been killed.  I just hoped someone at the club would think rationally and not make Duke do anything stupid.

Duke:

Red blurred the edges of my vision. This could not be happening.

"Fuck!" I yell, smashing my fist repeatedly against the wall.

Blood was quickly coating my knuckles, matching the red covering my vision. Shouts and banging were going on in the background but I was too far gone to pay any attention.

My unborn child is dead.

It's entirely my fault.

Abbie could possibly be dead too.

That's entirely my fault too.

"Fuck sake, Duke!" Someone yelled at me, somehow plaguing through my mind.

A large body collided with the side of me, knocking me onto the floor, my head bashing against the cool tile. It still didn't knock any sense into me.

"Jesus Christ Duke, you can't act like this. Get your shit together!"

"My baby is dead!" I roar, lunging at Ryder.

None of my men knew the truth yet, but from the intensity of my voice, it wasn't a secret anymore. They would all know about it now.

It was probably a smarter decision telling all of my brothers about it straight away. The club rules strictly specify that no harm should come to any innocent children or women. Both of which are what we are trying to get back. Maybe they would have worked harder in trying to get her back.

I started recklessly throwing my fists around, hoping to feel a type of pain that was different to what I was currently feeling. My heart was being torn into two, the excruciating pain of losing a child. I hadn't even met the baby or seen Abbie's pregnancy bump for that matter, but I felt a connection with it. I was prepared to burn down the town for this child, and I was going to do just that once I get my hands on Pavel's disgraceful self.

It takes ten of my brothers to break up the one-sided brawl between me and Ryder. This was probably what Pavel wanted, for me to lose it and to kill my men.

Even though I didn't have a child to think about anymore, I still had Abbie. I could imagine that she would be hysterical right now, mourning the loss of a child she carried for months. A child she never told me about, but now wasn't the time to dwell on that.

My brothers all stood staring at me expectantly, waiting for any sort of explanation to my outburst. Most of them could put two and two together to find out what had happened, but I know that they wanted to hear it from me.

"Abbie is pregnant, and I am the father." I begin by saying, my brother's expressions remain calm, not giving away any essence of surprise. "Or so she was pregnant. Pavel has retaliated nastily to our success. My unborn child has been killed because of this."

Everyone's facial expressions change from neutral to pissed off. This was no longer a matter of bringing everyone to safety.

This was now a full-blown war that we were not prepared for.

We all had to only hope that we could make it out to the other side.

"Under any normal circumstances, I would suggest we just try our best to get Abbie back, but that is not the case no longer. We are in this for war brothers, and I hope that you will all join me."

All the brothers that were currently in the room nodded their heads in agreement and hope swelled in my chest. If everyone was on board, we would have a strong chance of winning this.

I would set up a meeting later with all of my brothers and re-explain the situation again. If anyone refused to help, their death would be handed to them swiftly, I didn't have time for unloyal brothers.

My first order of business would be finding the scum bag Abbie calls a brother and using him as leverage against Pavel.