Hellbound MC - When Broken Hearts Collide

95. Reaper

My heart was threatening to pound right out of my chest. Adrenaline coursed through my veins, and an internal battle of fear and anger raged within me.

Something was wrong with Alexis. I could see it in her eyes. See it every time her feet faltered beneath her. Her face twisting and contorting with a pain she was trying to hide.

I needed her safe.

How could I be so fucking stupid? While we were fucking around making plans like we had all the time in the world, these motherfuckers were executing theirs. I was arrogant enough to assume we had the upper hand, and the club was paying dearly for my mistakes.

My father would be ashamed.

Now wasn't the time to wallow in my self pity though. I had to come up with a plan, and fast.

Casually, Rocket strode cockily towards us, all but dragging Alexis along with him. I was all to aware of the gun he kept to her temple at all times.

His upper hand.

They stopped infront of us expectantly, waiting for us to move from their path and allow them to enter.

Alexis was within arms reach, and my fingers desperately ached to reach out and touch her. To pull her free from the grasp of the man I despised most in this world, and back into the safety of my arms, where she belonged.

Her eyes never left mine as my group of men parted, not daring to test the limits of Rockets patience when my woman was in such a precarious position.

I tried to comfort her with my eyes, to offer her a silent reassurance that as hopeless as this feels right now, I'll do anything and everything in my power to get us out of this.

Even if the club has to burn to the ground around me.

As long as the woman who held my heart, and carried our future in her womb made it out of here alive.

They marched straight past us, heading inside and straight towards the bar like they'd done this a thousand times, and breaking my eye contact with Alexis in the process.

Following them in, I heard footsteps behind us and turned to see more Devil's Rejects filtering in behind, weapons trained on us.

Never in a thousand years would I have guessed Rocket had this many men, this much firepower behind him. I felt another stab in the gut as the realization of how badly I'd underestimated him hit me.

This was all my fault.

I brought this to our doorstep.

And in that moment, I vowed to end this war once and for all.

Here, inside my clubhouse.

Fighting for the most precious prize there is, the safety and well-being of the two woman I loved more than life itself.

If it came to it, I'd gladly give my life if it meant they could have theirs.

Entering the bar, we made it the middle of the room before Rocket turned to face me once more.

"Order off your boys, Reaper."

I'd been so consumed with my thoughts, so entirely focused on my woman and the gun pressed to her head that I'd failed to notice the Hellbound men perched around the room in various hiding spots, guns trained on Rocket.

I waved my hand, signaling for them to lower their weapons.

"Get out! All of you!" Rocket barked. All my men looked to me hesitantly, unsure what their next move should be.