Madeline Sheehan - Unbeautifully

Being tied up like an animal, being demeaned, seeing Danny like this, knowing how it felt, knowing how scared she was, was killing him. It took every last bit of willpower he had not to charge Mama Vi.

If he didn’t get to kill her in this life, he’d find her in the next. And she would suffer.

“I lost everything,” Mama Vi hissed, shoving Danny forward. “My crew, my brother, everything…and if I can’t get to Deuce, the least I can do is make good on my promise to you.”

“Bitch,” he growled. “You already have.”

She laughed. “You think?”

Ripper was quickly losing hope that Danny was going to come out of this alive. Plan A had failed, Plan B hadn’t worked, and now all he had left was the hope that his brothers were here, somewhere, waiting to pounce.

Otherwise, they were both fucked.

“You want her?” Mama Vi asked, stroking the barrel of her gun up and down Danny’s cheek.

He did. He wanted Danny in more ways than this bitch would ever know, would ever be capable of understanding.

“Yes,” he said, his voice breaking.

Grinning, she gestured to the muddy, weed-ridden lawn beneath him. “Beg.”

Beg.

He didn’t know the first thing about how to beg. What did he say? Please? Fuck that. Danny deserved more than empty pleas.

Especially if this was the last time he had with her.

He fell to his knees.

“I love her,” he rasped, his eyes on Danny. “You want me to beg, I’ll fuckin’ beg. I’ll do whatever I gotta do if it means she keeps breathin’.”

Danny choked on a hiccupping sob and broke into a fresh wave of tears.

“Let her go,” he pleaded. “You’re hard up for blood, you want someone to blame, you blame me. I ain’t runnin’.”

He stared hard at Danny. “I ain’t runnin’,” he repeated.

Danny’s breath left her in shuddering spurts. “No…” she whimpered breathlessly. “Ripper…no…”

“Ain’t that sweet,” Mama Vi sneered. “Some real Romeo and Juliet vibes I’m feelin’.”

Ripper caught the small movement, Mama Vi’s thumb gliding along the hammer of her gun with killer precision. Not even Danny, whose ear was no more than a few inches from the weapon, heard the mostly silent click, only a lethally skilled gravedigger could pull off.

He saw it, he knew what was about to go down, knew there was nothing he could do about it.

In the midst of his terror, there was a sudden sense of peace. Danny was going to die, yeah, but there wasn’t anywhere in hell or on earth that he’d be living one day without her. Either Mama Vi was going to take him out next or he’d do it himself.

And knowing that—knowing that it was over, knowing they were done here, but also knowing that he’d follow Danny anywhere, that even in death, he knew they’d never truly be done, he found his peace.

What they had was some real forever kind of bullshit.

So he stared at Danny, held her gaze, making sure she knew it all, everything he felt; trying to tell her that none of it, not one fucking second had been a mistake. That he’d do it over again, all of it, even what he’d gone through with Frankie if it meant he’d end up at her senior prom, she’d end up in his bed, and the two of them would end up forever changed.

He would end up forever changed. A better man.

She’d done that.

I love you, beautiful girl.

Her chin wobbled.

I love you, too.

There it was.

Everything that mattered.

Danny.

Him.

And peace.

He was so consumed by her, ready to die alongside her, that he never saw them coming.

Which, in the end, worked out just fine. Because he was so focused on Danny and Mama Vi was focused on him, she never saw them coming either.

With his boot pressed firmly in the small of Mama Vi’s back, Deuce watched as Ripper walked off across the lawn, his daughter cradled in the man’s arms, her arms wrapped around his neck.

Tap stepped in front of him. “Hold off a minute, Prez,” he said, looking down at Mama Vi, his mouth slowly curving into a grin. “Lemme have at her first.”

“Fuck you,” Deuce muttered. “This bitch needs to be put the fuck down.”

“Yeah,” Tap said, his eyes never once leaving Mama Vi. “But first I’m gonna show her what the fuck happens when some fuckin’ cunt thinks she can mess with my club.”

Deuce knew what was about to go down. And normally, he’d put a stop to it. His boys always wanted ass after shit got bloody or just plain crazy, all that adrenaline needing an outlet, but he’d made sure they’d always gone back to the club or a bar for that shit. But when it came to this bitch, he didn’t have an ounce of give-a-fuck about what happened to her as long as she had a long and painful journey to being dead. So this time, he was going to let them play.

“You just wanna fuck her,” Cox said, lighting up a smoke. “Don’t lie.”

Tap shrugged. “That too.”

“I’m in,” Dirty said, appearing beside Tap. He kneeled down beside Mama Vi and grabbed a handful of her hair, yanking her head up. “Don’t let the lack of mustache fool ya, baby,” he said, grinning. “I’m always down for a gang bang.”

“There ain’t nothin’ you can do to me,” she hissed, “that ain’t already been done.”

Dirty’s grin grew wider. “Yeah? You hear that, Tap? Guess we’re gonna have to get creative.”

“Brother, I am all about creative.”

“Have at her,” Deuce said. Grabbing hold of her bound hands, he yanked her to her feet and shoved her forward into Dirty’s arms. “But it’s me who’s gonna be puttin’ her to ground.”

Dirty didn’t waste any time ripping Mama Vi’s shirt open. Then Dirty was pulling her jeans down and behind her Tap was unbuttoning his leathers.

“You go right ahead and scream, bitch,” Tap growled, grabbing her neck, squeezing tightly and forcing her to bend over.

Deuce turned away and Mick stepped in line beside him.

“Prez?”

“Yeah?”

“You okay?”

No. But this shit came with the territory. This life wasn’t for the weak.

“Yeah.”

Joining them, Cox slung an arm over his shoulders. “He’s fine,” Cox drawled. “Just pissed that Ripper’s gonna be callin’ him daddy soon.”

Deuce elbowed Cox in the gut. “Fuck you.”

“We all gotta go through it, Prez,” Mick said laughing. “My girls are grown, one of them married. It’s part of gettin’ old.”

“None of your girls are in love with Ripper.”

Mick gave a mock shudder. “You a better man than I,” he joked.

“We could still kick his ass,” Cox suggested. “I’m always down to kick Ripper’s ass.”

Deuce snorted. “He’s got plenty of those comin’, best let him have some time with Danny before I start breaking his shit.”

Cox slanted his eyes at him and grinned.

“You’re makin’ me miss Kami,” he said with a dramatic sigh.

“Shut up,” Mick growled. “You’re a fuckin’ pussy-whipped asshole.”

“Oh yeah?” Cox threatened. “How about I take your old lady out for a fuckin’ ride? You good with that, old man?”

Mick lunged and Cox went running.

“Who’s fuckin’ pussy-whipped now, asshat?” Cox laughed over his shoulder. “That would be you, bitch!”

“You did not just call me a bitch!” Mick roared, chasing him.

“Bitch! I fuckin’ did! Bitch!”

Deuce reached into his cut and pulled out his smokes. Shaking one out, he lit it and took a nice, long, relaxing drag.

Then he pulled out his phone.

“Baby?” Eva answered on the first ring. “Did you find her?”

“It’s all good, we got her and she’s fine.”

“Oh god,” she breathed. “Thank god.”

“Eva,” he said gruffly. “I gotta tell you somethin’.”

“Hmm?”

“Your old man, darlin’, what he said to me, he was fuckin’ right. These assholes would light themselves on fire if I weren’t here to dump a bucket of water on ’em.”

Eva burst out laughing and he felt his chest loosen and his body warm.

“Fuck, darlin’…”

“What?”

“Nothin’.” He sighed. “Just…darlin’.”

For a moment, neither of them spoke, and he found himself holding his breath just so he could hear hers.

“I love you, too,” she whispered.

“Babe,” he said softly. “Yeah.”

On my porch, juggling two bags of groceries, my purse, my extraordinarily large belly, and my keys, I tried valiantly to find the one key that would let me inside, allowing me to put down these insanely heavy bags, put on my pajamas, and go straight to bed. I frowned at the bags. What was so heavy anyway? Bread? Milk?

Whatever. Everything was heavy lately and I was always tired.

As are most women in the ninth month of pregnancy.

Although, I was rather lucky. Instead of gaining tens of pounds of weight over the past nine months, all I’d gained was a giant belly, while the majority of my body stayed mostly the same.

The pregnancy had been a planned one. After my kidnapping, Ripper refused to take our relationship at any other speed other than lightning fast.

We were married within a month, a ridiculously small ceremony at the town courthouse, and that night he’d begun trying to get me pregnant. Married at twenty-one and pregnant by twenty-two. It was official. I was a stereotypical small town girl.

But I was Ripper’s old lady.

And I loved every second of it.

“Shit!”

Shifting the bags in my arms, I tried to see where my keys had dropped, but all I could see was my belly.