My Protector - Chapter 17 - Page 2 (2025)

 

"How do we figure out who's after me? I've only ever been around three MC's, one is yours!" I don't want to consider this being the handy work of the Night Wolves; that thought terrifies me. Is it possible?

"Who's the third MC, honey?" Sighing, I rest my head against his shoulder; can I just wake up from this nightmare?

"The Russian Snakes; two of their members Magcon and Thrasher came in for some fairly minor injuries. They were hitting on me; wanted to seduce some extra opioids from me, I guess. I turned them down and let Dr. Keller finish up with them." I had been working in the ER that day when it happened. Would they really hold a grudge over something that trivial for over six months at this point? How petty are they?

"The Russian Snakes and the Night Wolves are sister chapters; now, it wasn't always that way. They make a twisted duo, each have their own kinks. When did you work on them?" Shrugging, I force myself to lift my head and look into his eyes.

"Around six-months ago now, it was sometime late January. Would they hold a grudge this long?" It doesn't seem worthwhile to hold this much of a vendetta against me. I'm just a random woman at this point.

Looking away in thought, his hand lazily rubs along my back, dipping low to include my backside. Does he even know what he's doing? Probably not, the thought makes me roll my eyes. "That'd piss them off; their both spineless fuckers, sons of the previous President and Vice. It's the only reason they have power; they've never been known for sitting and waiting. It's too organized of a hit to be those dumbasses." Biting my lip I wrap an arm around his neck playing with the small hairs on his neck.

"You think they had help?" I hear the nerves creep into my voice. The thought of the Night Wolves making an appearance makes my stomach churn. Threatening to toss what food I ate. What do I even do if it is them?

"There was a delay; the explosions were half cocked. I don't think those were a part of the plan; someone added that for effect."

"What part was meant to kill me then?" The question doesn't sit well with me; his hand massages my thigh.

"I don't know if you want to hear my thoughts on the matter, Baby G." Looking at him, I feel myself tense; that doesn't sound too good.

"Tell me." Axel sighs, his hand rubbing easy circles along the spans of my back.

"The brass that we looked over, were your typical rounds, mostly. What worries us, is some of it was rubber bullets. You don't use those to kill someone, just drop them to the floor."

"Then why the explosion? Or the other rounds, wouldn't that just... end it?"

"I don't know about the rounds, or the reasoning for the different types. I'm guessing the two clubs had different motives with this attack." So they were on different pages.

"Bipolar much." I hear myself whisper a lame attempt at a joke. Someone wants me dead and someone wants me as a prisoner. That's unsettling; laying my head against his shoulder, I try to hide how shaken up I feel. Why does this nightmare continue to evolve?

"I'm sorry Baby G."

"What about that final shot? There was another shot right?" The memory doesn't seem clear, like it's been fabricated in my own mind.

"There was a final shot; we arrived by that time. There's only one man who could pull off a shot like that, One Shot." The name doesn't sound familiar.

"One Shot?"

"Dishonorably discharged, expert sniper, he belongs with the Night Wolves. He's a newer member, I don't know when he started popping up."

"Do you think he missed on purpose?" I don't think expert sniper's miss shots often, if at all. What makes me so special if he doesn't even know why I'm being targeted? Would they tell him? A young child being used and abused sexually doesn't sit well with most, does it with him? I don't know if it'd be more merciful to kill me or keep me alive.

"Baby G, I can't say. For whatever reason, you didn't take a hit to the head. For that, I'm damn happy." Turning his head, he plants a kiss to my forehead. My hand grabs his shirt, clutching it tightly.

"This isn't over, huh?" Axel grunts, shaking his head.

"I don't think so, sweetheart. This is just starting." Shaking my head, I sit up, frustrated.

"Why the hell are they so obsessed with me? It's been nineteen fucking years, wouldn't this shit get old by now?" What makes me so special to them? I don't get it, this is tiring, it's old. I'd think by now I'd be old news to them, a thorn that has faded away from their side. The little blood I've drawn dried and washed away.

"Both MC's are sick and twisted Baby G, there's no use in descending into madness trying to come up with an answer." The Night Wolves, maybe even the Russian Snakes, have disturbing fetishes; they get off on the pain of others. It's what excites them, it's the only real answer.

"I hate this. None of you should clean up this mess." I shake my head, pulling away from him, I try to. This is my past, not theirs, I need to be the only one paying the price. Receiving a firm slap to the ass has me jumping, turning to be met with Axel's serious stare.

"That was a warning, don't say that shit again. Both MC's have been on their own reign of terror, it's time someone put their asses in the ground. I hate to say this Baby G, but you are the key to taking them down. You're the evidence that the police have been looking for." Staring at him, I'm confused, evidence? Axel turns, laying us both down. I'm forced to adjust my leg, resting it awkwardly on Axel's lap.

"Gee, that sounds fun." A chuckle slips from his lips as he rests on his elbow, looking down at me.

"Baby G, you are the kingpin of this whole operation. Without your help, we're fucked." I have to roll my eyes at that.

"I think you're exaggerating. I'm sure I'm not the only one who's been affected by them." It's unrealistic to think that I'm the only one who has ever been hurt by them. I can't be the only victim of the Night Wolves, or the Russian Snakes? I still don't know if the Russian Snakes were there with the Night Wolves. How long have they been working together?

"I'm sure you're not the only one, but you're the only shot we have at taking them down." A thought strikes fear through my body, stabbing at my core.

"Am I going to have to talk about everything?" The thought of reliving everything makes me want to cry. Exposing everything that happened doesn't sit well. My medical record shows past injuries, shows the physical scarring, what I walked away with. No one knows all of it, I've never been able to grow enough of a spine to share it, expose the nightmare's I wake up with.

"You're not going to do this alone, Baby G, I'm not going to let them hurt you again." That's not what scares me the most, he'll be disgusted with me; with what they made me do.

My Protector - Chapter 17 - Page 2 (2025)
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