Hellbound MC - When Broken Hearts Collide

4. Reaper

Watching them together was fucking torture, but I couldn't bring myself to tear my eyes away from the scene unfolding below me.

I watched as her friend took off to the bathroom with a different guy to the one she was dancing with, leaving my girl with a group of guys im pretty sure she didn't know.

I watched her strip off her leather jacket, revealing a tiny little tank top underneath as well as a pretty sick looking sleeve of ink. If I thought she couldn't get any hotter I was wrong.

I watched as she talked into the ear of the guy she was dancing with. I watched him turn around to his mates and say something, which earnt him a few smiles and fist bumps from the group. Then he grabbed my girls hand and led her towards the door, only glancing back once to catch the eye of the guy Blondie had been dancing with. He winked at the guy, which earnt him a head nod in response and before I knew it the two had disappeared out the door.

Fuck this shit, I said out loud to nobody in particular, slamming my fist down on the rail and earning a few glares from those around me. Just because the club doesn't allow us to wear our cuts inside, doesn't mean people don't know who the fuck I am. Nobody dared to approach me, too risky with me being known as a hothead ready to throw hands if someone should so much as look at me the wrong way.

But just as i turned to get the hell out, something strange caught my eye. The guys bro, Blondies dance partner, was standing in the middle of the dancefloor, gazing between his watch and the door his mate and my girl had just left through. Not even 5 minutes later he waved goodbye to the group and took off out the door.

My gut was telling me something wasn't right, and if I knew anything it was to trust my own instincts. They were usually pretty on the money.

Tank, let's go i said in a tone that let him know I was in no mood to fuck around. Whats up boss, he asked as we made our way down the stairs ro the main level of the club.
Call it a gut feeling bro but something ain't right I replied. I'm gonna check it out, might need you for back up if shit goes south.

We pushed through the crowd and made it to the door faster than I thought we would. I pushed through and searched the small group gathered outside but I couldn't spot them. Fuck! They're probably already in a cab somewhere. I walked to edge of the building with Tank in tow, leaning against it while I grabbed a ciggie from my pocket. I lit it and inhaled deeply, and thats when I heard it. A small muffled cry, so quiet its lucky I heard it at all, but once I did I knew my instincts were right.

I threw the freshly lit cigarette onto the ground earning a what the fuck from Tank, but I took off around the corner before he could even finish the sentence. The sight before me had me seeing red. The rage that consumed my body that instant was all-consuming, and fuck was it scary but at the same time I can't remember the last time I felt so alive. I've felt more tonight since I laid eyes on the redhead woman than I have in the year since Ivy left me. But now wasn't the time to focus on that.

In front of me, pushed up against the wall, was the redhead. Tears streamed down her face as the guy she left with stood in front of her, one hand over her mouth to muffle her cries, and one hand up her shirt groping her perfect breasts. The guy that I watched leave minutes after was on his knees, trying to undo her belt as she squirmed and twisted doing anything in her power to stop them. But she was no match for the two of them and she was losing the battle fast. You could see by the look of sheer terror in her eyes that she knew it too. Motherfucker, Tank whispered next to me.

Thankfully they were all so pre occupied they all failed to notice Tank and I closing in on them. By the time dickhead number one noticed us, it was too late. As he turned to face me, removing his hands from the girl in the process, I lunged forward, grabbing him by the collar and slamming my fist square into his nose. He stumbled back, almost tripping over dickhead number two in the process. I watched out the corner of my eye as Tank came flying past me and landed his knee straight into the face of number two, blood instantly pouring from his nose. He fell to the ground, groaning in agony and holding his face, but I wasn't done yet. After landing a solid kick to the ribs of two I turned my attention back to the original asshole who was still stumbling around holding his face. I laid into him, blow after blow until he fell to the ground, curling up into the fetal position holding his head.

You think its ok to treat a woman like that you disgusting piece of shit! I yelled at him as I kicked him over and over again. It was safe to say id well and truly lost control by this point. I wanted the fucker to pay for what he had done.

A small sob broke me from my trance, and I froze instantly and turned in the direction of the noise. There was Tank, absolutely dealing to the other guy, while my sweet angel stood against the wall behind them, tears staining her face and eyes wide as dinner plates as she watched the scene unfold.

Tank! Thats enough! I roared, grabbing him by the scruff of the neck and dragging him off the guy who was now lying in a puddle of his own blood. Another sob escaped her lips and she stared at me, making me instantly regret letting her see me so angry. Hey, your safe now, I said to her, offering my hand out to her. She looked down at it, stained in her attackers blood, then back up to me, and then before I knew what was happening, she took off. She was at the end of the alley and out of site before I even had a chance to react.

FUCK! I roared again, and took off after her, Tank hot on my heels.