BFG was destroyed by the only woman he's ever loved and is no longer the man he once was. Can he finally move forward with his life or will his past refuse to stay away?
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A/N: Hello lovelies! So today is ten years since I got with my husband and became part of my own biker family. So I give you another update! Xxx
"I still think this is a bad idea." Ice says shaking his head
"Are any of you gonna tell me if it was your girl up there you wouldn't go?" I yell, when all I get is silence I know every one of them would do the same. We continue driving towards the hotel, Circuit hacked the hotel records and the penthouse suite was booked with cash so it has to be Charles. Trouble is we can't all go guns blazing into a fancy hotel, so I'm going in alone.
"Scarlett says if you get blood on her pimp stick she'll beat you with it." Knuckles chuckles as he looks down at his cell, that seems to lighten the mood a little. I couldn't exactly walk into a fancy hotel in my cut and ripped jeans with a limp, so I'm in a suit and Scarlett gave me the stick from her pimp Halloween costume for my limp.
I saunter into the hotel like I own the place, honestly, my family could probably buy this place for cash if they wanted to and give the girl behind the front desk my best panty-dropping smile
"How can I help you." She smiles as she curls a lock of hair in her fingers, gotcha
"Hey there Darlin' you think you could call up to the penthouse for me and tell him Frank Sullivan is here to see him?" I ask as I lean against the counter
"Of course." She smiles as her eyes travel as far down my body as the counter allows. Of course Charles is too stupid to check if it's really Frank coming to see him so I head straight up to the penthouse.
"Frank is there I problem? I thought..." Charles stops dead as he opens the door and realises it's me and not Frank
"How did you find me?" He asks as he backs into the room
"It wasn't hard Chuckie." I smirk as I aim my gun at him
"Derek?" I look up and see Sarah, her face is a fucking mess
"I'm gonna make this real simple for you Chuckie, Sarah leaves with me now, or I shoot you and she leaves with me." I smirk
"She's mine, she belongs with me, not trash like you." Charles growls
"No, she belongs with a man who doesn't need to prove how big his dick is by beating on an innocent woman." I reply.
"No! I'm a Callahan, I always win!" Charles looks like he's losing it as he looks around the room, Sarah still frozen to the spot behind him. I look to Sarah to try to reassure her but she looks so scared, once we're out of here I'll never let her feel fear like this again.
I look back to Charles in time to see him charging at me, I try to dodge but he slams into my ribs sending us both crashing to the ground. Of course Charles knows exactly where I'm hurt from standing watching as his buddy tortured me. He slams his knee into my leg as he punches me in the ribs, I try to aim my gun at him but he grabs my forearm and twists, making me groan at the pain in my shoulder. He slams my hand down on the ground and I lose the gun.
Fuck. I refuse to be beaten by a preppy wife beating asshole, I can take him, I just need to ignore the pain and focus. He goes to reach for the gun but I slam my knee into his body and he groans as he collapses on me. I use all my strength to flip us over and grip his arm before he can reach my gun.
"Stop!" I hear Sarah yell as I continue to struggle against him
"Shut up you stupid whore! I'll deal with you next." Charles growls, I use him being distracted and slam my fist into his jaw, but with another knee to my ribs he gains advantage and pushes me down. He straddles me as he wraps his hands around my throat, I try to knee him and hit out but I'm running out of strength
"Charles, stop or I'll shoot." I look up and see Sarah pointing my gun at Charles, her hands shake but her voice was eerily calm.
"You won't shoot me." Charles chuckles as he releases his hold on my neck and I gasp for breath
"You've hurt too many people Charles, this has to stop." A tear runs along her cheek and she takes one hand off the gun to quickly wipe it away
"You stupid little whore, I only hurt people because of you. Obviously I wasn't strict enough with you or you wouldn't have gone running to this disgusting biker." He stands up, I try to get up but he kicks my bad leg sending me back on my ass
"Run Sarah! Just get out of here." I groan
"No." Sarah says firmly as she tries to steady herself "I'm not running anymore."
"You won't shoot me, you're pathetic." Charles growls as he takes a step towards her
"I will! Don't come any closer." Her voice wavers. I need to find a way to get her out of here and handle Charles myself. He charges towards her and she screams as a single shot rings out, he freezes and then falls to the floor
"Oh my god!" Sarah gasps, dropping the gun and falling to her knees beside Charles. She tries to apply pressure to the wound in the centre of his chest, but blood runs through her fingers
"You did it." Charles chuckles "You killed me. My family are going to destroy you."
"I'm sorry." Sarah sobs "I just didn't want you to hurt anyone anymore."
"Sheriffs department!" The door to the suite bursts open as cops pile into the room
"I killed him." I look back to Sarah to see Charles has stopped breathing, I go to move when a cop grabs me, I don't resist as he places me in handcuffs. Sarah is cuffed to and lifted to her feet
"I killed him." She sobs as she looks down at Charles
"Stop talking Sarah, we'll figure this out." I call as the cop begins pushing her out the door. Fuck, it should've been me who pulled the trigger.
