Blue Fire

Chapter Twenty-Six - Fight for Fight

CATCHER

The cops let me up as soon as they were told she was off the lot and on her way to the station. They did it slowly and carefully but I wasn't fucking moving. I'd heard my brothers yelling, I'd heard the outrage even from here. But none of that roar compared even a little to the one that now lived inside me. She'd tried to protect me from Farley's bullshit by turning him on her. She'd heard that story, the one I carried with me every second of every day, and she'd reacted by turning Farley on her so I wouldn't attack him. She'd even fucking gotten physical with one of the cops just to make sure their focus was on her and not on me, so he'd stop taunting me into doing exactly what he wanted me to do. And I'd been close, so close that if she hadn't, he might have won. Now, he had my woman in jail on charges of assaulting an officer and threatening another.

I stood and breathed, trying to reign in everything that had just been unleashed in me. The memories of how I'd failed my son, what consequences that had had. The sight of an officer head-butting a pregnant woman so she lost consciousness. A woman who had protected her man.

I walked out of the room and down to a full common room. Every single one of them were in there now waiting for me, maybe waiting for an explanation as to why they'd taken her away and especially why she'd been unconscious.

I looked around at the outrage, looking for the one man who would motherfucking step up now. I found him and pinned him down. "You get her the fuck out of there, you get Garrett on it now, and you get her the fuck out of there."

Stark nodded and stood to walk over to me. "What happened?"

"He brought her in there to tell her about Jack, in front of me. Trying to goad me into getting physical with him or any of them. She took that choice out of their hands by being the one who got physical instead."

His eyes grew hard as he clapped my shoulder and asked the question he needed to ask. "You steady?"

"Oh yeah, I'm a rock."

He left to make the calls he needed to make and I looked around the room. They were quiet and they were angry. I found Green among them and pinned him down. "You kiss her fucking feet when she gets back here, you treat her like she's gold or I swear to god I will fucking break you in half."

He nodded and sucked in a quick breath. "Yeah, I will. She's the sole reason all of us aren't in shit right now. I dropped the ball when we'd gathered everything, she picked it up, found a solution and made it happen. She did my job for me on her own, so yeah, I'll kiss her fucking feet."

I looked to Pile for confirmation and he jerked his chin once, the man looking like he would explode at any moment.

"Then all of you motherfucking do it when she gets back here. She gets no more shit from us, she saved your asses and she just put hers on the line to save mine. My woman is at the station now, she could be hurt, and I feel like going pig-huntin'. I'm not going to do that, but I am going to ask you to show that woman the respect she deserves from us."

Nods cascaded through the room.

"She gets back home, you show my old lady your gratitude and those of you who have fences to mend, you build fucking walls in their place."

The room stilled with meaning. The day had come and they'd been waiting for it for a long time now, someone to declare a place for the stripper we'd taken under our wing.

Now, she was declared and had a good fucking place for a woman in this club.

Sara Gulliver was now motherfucking Wilder, and she would be for life. She could try to leave, she could run as far as she liked, but she could never escape what happened in that moment. Sara Gulliver wasn't only an old lady, no she was a Wilder Angel.