Hellbound MC - When Broken Hearts Collide

20. Reaper

The second the words left my mouth I wanted to punch myself in the face. Hard. I never wanted her to know I knew, especially not for it to come out like that but yet again I let my anger get the better of me, and I fucked up yet again.

The look on her face told me that not only was the information true, but that she was hurting and I'd probably just make it a thousand fucking times worse. I tried to apologize but words failed me. Fuck I'm an idiot.

As she got up from the table I desperately wanted to wrap my arms around her, to comfort her, take her pain away. But I knew that wasn't possible. She probably hated me after the nasty shit I just spewed at her.

Just as she was about to leave, she turned back, anguish clearly written all over her face, and the words that left her mouth had my heart dancing for joy, before plummeting to the depths of my being.

She hadn't slept with anyone since me. Music to my fucking ears. The thought of her with another man made my blood boil.

But she lost a baby... that was mine. She lost our baby. How would I ever wrap my head around that.

If it were any other bitch claiming to have been pregnant to me, I would have told her to come back with proof or go to fucking hell, but not a single part of me doubted the words Alexis had spoken. The look of pure, raw, pain on her face was enough. I knew she was being straight with me.

In that moment, it took every ounce of willpower I had not to get up and go after her. Instead, I snatched the glass if liquor she'd left unfinished and downed the rest. Heading up to the bar, my mind still reeling, I ordered a couple shots, downed them one after the other, then paid for both mine and Alexis's drinks and left.

The short walk back to the tattoo parlor allowed my mind time to wander.
She'd been pregnant. With my baby. And it was gone. Taken from me, from us. Was she ever going to tell me? Fuck i can't even begin to imagine how she felt right now. How scared she must have been when it happened. And to think, if I'd have been even 5 or 10 minutes earlier to my appointment, I could have been there with her.

I had no idea how I made it back to the clubhouse in one piece. My mind was wandering, and the drive had become a blur. Storming straight through the lobby and into the bar, I knew I needed a drink of something strong before I lost my shit. Anything to stop the thoughts spiraling in my mind.

Tank, Tech and Pencil were both seated at the bar as I entered, club whores straddled on both their laps. I walked up and sat next to them, barking at the Prospect behind the bar for a drink. The men shooed their whores away with promises of finding them again later.

You gunna show us or do I have to beg? Pencil asked, and I had no idea what he was on about.

Your new ink, shit man did ya hit your head on the ride home or something, he joked. But I wasn't in the mood.

Didn't happen. I grunted, downing my glass in one go and signaling for another.

Again brother, what happened this time?

I didn't have the patience to pussy foot around the subject. Alexis Collins is Rose. Pencil looked at me confused, but both Tech and Tank looked shocked.

Well fuck me, no wonder I couldn't find shit on her. So did ya kiss and make up?

Tank snorted into his drink, earning a steely glares from me.

No we fucking didn't. Made it worse if that was even fucking possible. Probably hates my fucking guts now.
FUCK!!! I roared, picking up my glass and hurling it across the room at the wall.

Sensing the anger radiating off me, Tech and Pencil both scurried off, leaving Tank and I sitting alone. He was about the only one brave enough to come against me when I'm like this.

Calm down man, tell me what happened, he said as yet another drink was placed infront of me. I downed it in one.

I fucking told you. Alexis is Rose. Rose is Alexis. I dunno man, somewhere along the line someone's really fucked her up, turned her into a cold heartless man hater. She opened up to me that night bro, and today? Nothing. Cold as ice. And I'm the fucking ass who spent the last months looking for her, expecting that this was all some big, dumb, fucked up mistake. But its clear as fuck. She wants nothing to do with me. Couldn't get away from me fast enough.

Fuck man that's rough... Tank replied, slapping my back. Couldn't just fall for one of the hundred bitches lined up just to suck your dick could ya. Always did like to be difficult.

And thats not even the worst part, I continued. She got fucking pregnant Tank. We were careless and she got pregnant with MY fucking kid. And she lost it. The day I was meant to get inked. My baby died inside of her. And I wasn't there. I couldn't do shit. I don't even know why or what happened.

The weight of my words finally hit me, and I dropped my head into my hands, gripping at my hair. I felt Tanks hand on my shoulder, and I quickly wiped the lone tear that had escaped. The pain of losing something I didn't know I had was not lost on me.

Well did you atleast get her number this time, and I started to shake my head when it dawned on me. I've had it this whole fucking time. Pulling my phone out, I scrolled through my inbox to the text thread, and hovered over the buttons, not sure what to say.

📨 Reaper
I'm so fucking sorry. Hope your ok. Please text me back.

Sending the message, I sighed and threw my phone onto the bar just as Grunter appeared in the doorway, looking bloody and worse for wear.

CHURCH!!! NOW!!!! He roared, before continuing in the direction on the meeting room.

Whatevers going on, I hope its enough to distract me from the fucking nightmare of my personal life right now.