Madeline Sheehan - Undeniable

Deuce's face went hard and he started walking faster forcing me to scramble just to keep up with him.

"We grew up together; we went through a lot together.  He was always there for me and I was always there for him.  He lost everything at a very young age.  He latched onto me as a child and it was in no way sexual.  It wasn't until later that he needed me for that as well."

Deuce yanked me to a stop.  "Needed you for that?"  He hissed.  "Do you have any idea how fucked that sounds?"

"Yes!" I shot back.  "But I loved him!  I wanted to help him!"

"You're sick babe."  He started walking again, dragging me with him.  "Frankie made you sick."

"Yeah," I yelled, "I know!"

"What do you fuckin' know?"

"I know I’m fucked up.  I know I’ve been fucked up for a long time.  I know I don’t know the first thing about a normal relationship because fucked up is all I’ve ever known but I have been trying so hard to make us work!  I also know that I am sick of your bullshit!  You made me promises and I left my entire life for you and you bring me to the middle of nowhere and dump me in a house with your kids and expect me to be your old lady when you knew, you fucking knew, that was the last thing I wanted.  So I let you treat me like a piece of fucking furniture who’d be right where you left me every time you decided to grace me with your presence because I promised you I wouldn’t run.  But I can’t do it anymore!

"Cox!" He bellowed, making me jump.  A heartbeat later Cox appeared at the end of the hall.

Deuce shoved me forward.  "Get her the fuck outta here.  Make sure she gets home and stays there."

Cox didn't move.  "Sorry Prez.  I'm not draggin' an angry pregnant bitch that just caught her man slammin' a whore anywhere.  I like my fuckin' balls where they are."

I swiveled on Deuce.  "Don't worry about it. I'm leaving.  You have whores to attend to and I have fucking life I’d like to start living!”

I whirled on Cox and he took a step back.

"And you!  I don't give a shit how you treat your wife, I don't care if you want to fuck every man, woman and dog on the planet, but you keep fucking with my girl and I will end it!  You assholes love to spout off about brotherhood and the code of the road but you never think about the trail of women you're leaving behind you and I'll be fucking dammed if one of those women is going to be Kami!"

"Jesus, Eva," He whispered, "What the fuck did I ever do to you?"

"Not me," I hissed.  "Kami.  She is not club ass and I won't let you treat her like it!"

"GET THE FUCK OUT!" Deuce bellowed.

"I’M GOING!" I screamed.

I made it two steps outside the door when blinding hot pain shot through my lower back.  More pain followed, my vision swam as my belly tightened painfully, and sharp stabbing sensations prickled across my mid section.  My hands flew to my stomach.  "No!" I cried.  "Please god no!"

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"Bitch caught you with your cock in Miranda and didn't even flinch."

Deuce glared across the bar at Cox.  "Whose fuckin' fault is that?"

Cox glared right back.  "Prez, she already knew what you were doin'.  Bitch had your number before she even got here.  Bitch has everyone's number.  I’m startin' to think she knows us better than we know ourselves."

Blue threw back a shot and cleared his throat.  "Course Foxy’s got us tagged.  She’s a biker brat who grew up in a club full of brother’s who fuckin’ love her more than they love their old ladies.”

“That’s the fuckin’ problem,” He muttered.  “Bitch doesn’t know her place cuz Preacher’s a fuckin’ idiot.”

Blue shook his head.  “Son, you are a fuckin’ moron.  You wanna know what I see?  I see a girl who isn’t just a girl but a fuckin’ prize and why the fuck she chose an asshole like you to give that fuckin’ prize to I haven’t a fuckin’ clue.  Stupid if you ask me.

“But you’re throwin’ it all away cuz you can’t stop fuckin’ whores and cuz you’re refusing to give her a piece of the club.  Not a lot to ask if you ask me but since you ain’t askin’ I’ll shut the fuck up and let you be a fuckin’ moron.”

He glared at Blue.  If the bastard wasn’t so damn old he would be in a world of hurt right now.

"You need to start bein' straight with yourself, " Mick said quietly, speaking up for the first time.  "You're not really mad at her, you're fuckin' jealous."

He looked around the bar at his somber faced boys.  “What the fuck!” He yelled.  “Why are you all gangin’ up on me?”

Mick shook his head.  “Just givin’ to you straight Prez.  You need to man up and admit it. You're jealous of Frankie for gettin' her for all those years, for gettin’ to marry her, for her undyin’, misplaced loyalty to his crazy ass.  You're jealous of Chase just cuz he got a taste and she liked what he was givin’ and you're jealous of that fuckin' baby inside her cuz you're thinkin' it might not be yours and you want that kid so bad to be yours cuz you want so bad to own that bitch that you ain't seein' shit straight.

“You've had a hard on for Eva Fox for a long time now and you're so used to either fuckin' her or fightin' with her or losin' her that you don't even  realize you finally got her.  That bitch loves you, has for a long time now.  You're not the only one who's known her for a grip.  I saw the way she was lookin' at you way back when in Chicago.  She was just a kid then but fuck me if she didn't think the world of ya.”

Tap nodded.  “He’s right Prez.  Don’t think you’re gonna be gettin’ another chance this time.  She looks tired as hell, can see it on her face.  I’m bettin’ Frankie wore her down somethin’ fierce with his bullshit.   Only so much bein’ shit on a woman can take before they just can’t take it no more.  Look at me.  Tara left, split to Atlanta.  Now she’s shacked up with some computer programmer, who my baby girl is tellin’ me is big, fat, dork, her words not mine. But I’m guessin’ he couldn’t fight a fly if he had to.  But Tara wants him and not me cuz I didn’t treat her right and he treats her like a goddamn queen.”

He didn't know how to respond to that -mostly because it was all true- so he tossed back another shot instead.  Mick smirked at him.  Fucking asshole.

He wasn’t doing right by Eva, he knew that.  His old habits were dying hard.  But he couldn’t afford to go soft, get weak and Eva made him soft and weak.  Spending too much time with her and he’d end up gluing her to his side.  He needed the space.  He needed a clear head.  Didn’t want to drop the ball.

Shit.

He didn’t know what to do.  Half of him wanted her to go home and the other half stopped breathing at the thought.

"PREZ!"  Hands and arms covered in blood, ZZ came barreling across the room.

"Eva!" He said breathlessly.  "She's not talkin'…eyes are closed…so much fuckin' blood…called an ambulance…"

He didn't hear the rest because he was running out the door.

Deuce sat in the hospital waiting room in the same position he'd been in for four days, elbows propped on his knees, face in his hands.

He'd fucked up a lot in his life but he'd never fucked up this bad.

He'd gotten Eva so fucking upset she'd gone into labor six weeks early and nearly bled out doing it.  Doctor's had done an emergency c-section and now there was a tiny baby girl in an incubator with tubes up her nose because she couldn't fucking breathe on her own and a woman, his woman, who was refusing to speak to him because he was a fucked up asshole who was out fucking other women when he’d had the one he wanted in his house, in his bed, hanging with his kids.

"Prez?"  Jase nudged him with his elbow.

"What?" He muttered.

"Kami's here."

He looked up and found a miniature Cox smiling at him.  He smiled at Devin and looked higher.  Devin's crazy mother was scowling at him.  He scowled.

"Chase is dead," She bit out angrily.

He blinked.  Okay.  Well…that wasn't exactly bad news.

“So what?”  He said.  “Save’s me the time.”

Kami drew her brows together, looking less angry and more confused.  "It wasn't you?" She said.

He jumped up and got in her face.  "Bitch, you crazy?  You don't fucking talk about that shit in public!  Fact, you don’t talk about that shit ever!"

"I'm sorry!" She yelled.  "You'll have to forgive me!  I tend not to think clearly when I find out my best friend almost lost her baby and her life and not five minutes later I have the NYPD at my door informing me that my husband was tortured for hours then gutted!  Fuck, Deuce, they said his insides were strung around his Christmas tree!  He was so mutilated they wouldn’t even let me see his body!"

His blood ran cold.  Turned into mother fucking ice.

“Ripper!” He barked.

Ripper was already on his feet, pulling out his cell phone.  “On it Prez,” He said, heading for the exit.

"What's going on?"  Kami demanded.

“Daddy!” Devin squealed and took off running.

“Shit,” Tap muttered, nodding toward the hospital entrance.  “Anna’s with him.”

Jase shrugged.  “His own fault.  Havin’ babies all over the world.”

“He’s still with his wife?” Kami hissed.

It took Cox a millisecond to realize what he had just walked in on.  Deuce watched him have a millisecond of a freak-out before dropping down on one knee.  He caught Devin as the kid launched himself at him.

“Hey little man,” He said gruffly, squeezing him tight.

“What the hell!” Anna shrieked.

Still holding Devin, Cox shot to his feet.  “Not in front of my fuckin’ kid, bitch.”