Arch Your Back (BWWM)

We Take Care of Our Own

Marco's POV

The images were blurry as I fight to open my eyes, I see the smallest amount of life through my heavy lens. I could only make out one voice, Rage's. Something was beeping, making this incessant noise that was burrowing in my brain. The touch of cold hands sent shivers down my body as I felt the same coldness on my chest. The room smelt old yet sterile and I knew then where I was, the hospital.

I groan trying to communicate with the nurse and she grabs my hand, "nice to see you finally awake Mr. Breaux."

She speaks as I'm fully wide eyed, examining the entire room. I'm guessing Rage heard the nurse and ran to my bedside smiling. "Bro, talk about perfect timing!"

"How are you feeling?!" He asks.

I try to gather any strength I have left and with my fist to the bed, I push myself up to sit up. "Fuck!"

"Take it easy, bro. You've been out for sometime."

I look around the room and he's the only one here. "What happen," I ask in a raspy tone trying to gain my voice back.

"You don't remember?" Rage asks.

I slowly shook my head no. "What's the last thing you remember?" He asks.

"We were at the Carnival and walked back to the car. I remember seeing Champs and Lailah, then...it's-" I place my hand on my head.

"Bro, you were shot at, five times in the chest!" I close my eyes trying to jog my memory of what happened that night.

My eyes shot open and the heart rate monitor started to rise. "Bro, what's wrong?!" Rage asked panicking.

"Violet! WHERE'S VIOLET!" I yell in a fit of rage.

"IS SHE HURT?! WHERE IS SHE?!" The nurse came in pushing Rage out the way and give me a sedative to relax.

"No!" I grab her arm. "Where is she?! Where's....my............babbbbb-" I slouched down as I lose control of my body due to the drugs. 

I'm back in my slumber.

2 hours later...

I open my eyes once again and Rage is sitting on the couch watching television. He has his feet propped up laughing at some reality tv show. I guess my movement was too loud because he instantly turned tv of once he heard me sitting up in the bed.

"Tell me the truth Rage. Where's my woman? Is she okay?" I look at him with tear in my eyes.

"Bro, Violet is fine. The only person that got hit that night was you?" He says.

"That night? You mean last night?" I question.

"Marco, you almost died. You've been in a coma for the past 8 months. You were shot at last year." He shares as I look at him in shock.

"Eight months?!"

"Who the fuck shot at me?! Our we at war again?" I start shooting questions at Rage.

He shakes his head and begins to fill me in on the past 8 months:

Bro, we had everyone on it as soon as we brought you to the hospital. Champs and I took care of it. I was some low-level gang trying to make a name for themselves and to do so they thought taking out a MC President would change their status on the streets. We ran down on them and killed a lot of their men but unfortunate, a lot of the high level members escaped. Fortunately, they escaped to New York, one call and we had care-packages being sent to our door the following week. My little cousins dismembered their bodies and they sent them back to us in a box. We made a statement down here in the South, that no one should ever want to try shit like that again. Also, we have a new drug distributor, better weapons, and more security all thanks to the Marino's who are our new partners. We're set for life baby!