SLAM HER(28)

I mouthed to him Don’t f*cking move.

Belle told me that Kyle had been in her apartment when she got home. That he had grabbed her and put her on the dining room table. Right then my mind feared the worst. That this prick forced himself on her, taking her innocence in perhaps the worst way possible.

But Belle fought back. Kyle fought back too.

To make a long story a little bit shorter, Kyle had Belle’s pants open, kissing her neck, telling her he loved her. He had her against the wall before Belle was able to lift her knee and get him in the balls. He then stepped back and slapped Belle. A f*cking man slapping a woman. Are you f*cking kidding me?

The second I heard that I looked at Knox and knew this whole stay out of trouble thing was not going to happen anymore.

Belle swung at Kyle and hit him in the jaw. She then managed to run into the kitchen and grab a knife. That was all Kyle needed to see to take off. So this f*cker broke into her apartment with some bad intentions and then just skirts when shit goes bad. All I could think about was him casually cruising through town, not giving a f*ck about a thing. Or that her goddamn father - Chief f*cking Richards - was okay with the way this guy acted toward his daughter.

So I gave Bell the worst job ever.

“I need you to call him,” I said. “Tell him you’re sorry for what happened. Tell him you freaked out. Ask him where he is and to pull over right there.”

It was a long shot to have the plan actually work. I told Belle she was going to be okay. I would be there soon enough and I’d make sure nothing bad ever happened to her ever again. The words just poured from my mouth. Knox stared at me wide eyed. I was digging a really deep f*cking hole but couldn’t stop myself.

I cared about her.

Shit.

I cared…

That was a problem and I would address that later in life.

For now, it was about finding Kyle and making sure he never went near Belle again.

When the call ended, Knox just stared without talking.

“What?”

“What are you doing? What did you just say to her?”

“Doesn’t f*cking matter. I have something to do tonight. I need you all to be my witness that I was with you tonight. No matter what.”

“Jesus, Slam, you can’t…”

I grabbed Knox by his leather and pulled him close. “I’m done with people telling me what I can and can’t do. I’m f*cking done with it. If I end up back in prison, fine. I’d rather have honor and a big dick to swing in jail than holed up touching my * right here. Got it?”

Knox put his hands up in defeat. “Call me if you need anything. And just keep running, Slam. If shit goes bad run. Run until they can’t find you. Okay?”

“I know what I’m doing.”

I tried to move and Knox put a hand to my chest. “This is all for her, isn’t it?”

“It’s not your business.”

“It is. You have to be careful with this, man. Who she is… what you’re doing…”

“Leave it,” I growled. “Go get our guy. I’m going to take care of my business. This is personal. I’m going to save her.”

“So you could destroy her?”

“Exactly,” I said.

I didn’t look Knox in the eyes when I said that last part.

What the f*ck did it matter how I felt? Belle was stuck in her own world of hell and I was going to relieve her of that.

She called me back five minutes later and told me what I hoped to hear. Kyle believed her and he was pulled to the side of the road. He was in a perfect spot for this to happen. I told Belle to stay put and I’d be there soon. She started to ask me something but I hung up the call.

I grabbed a black hoodie and stepped out to the lot to see the sun just about to set.

It was perfect.

When darkness came, so did hell…





I parked my ride far enough away so Kyle wouldn’t get suspicious. I took off my leather cut and placed it on the seat. I put on the black hoodie and put the hood up. The anger hadn’t calmed for a split second. Neither had the rage. Shit, bring in the guilt and I was a f*cking mess on the inside. All I could tell myself was that I was helping Belle. I’d take care of her problems, even if I was going to become one.

I walked off the road and blended perfectly into the growing night. I saw the car up ahead and the rage built even more on itself. Shit, I wanted to kill this prick for what he had done, but that would only lead to some serious trouble for me.

As I walked, I saw a large rock and picked it up. A plan started to come to me. It was risky to dive head first into this shit without a plan. Without proper recon on Kyle. Who he was. Where he came from. If he had any connections. I could have been putting not just myself and Belle at risk, but the entire Reaper’s Bastards club.

Inside me though, I knew nothing but what my mind and heart were raging for.

When I got close enough to the car, I crouched down. I got right to the back door and took a deep breath.

Time for hell, Kyle.

I swung my hand and slammed the rock against the passenger window. It shattered with a booming sound. I then waited, listening as Kyle got out of the car.

“What the f*ck was that?” he yelled.

I heard his footsteps as he came around the front of the car. My fists were balled up tight, ready to unleash. I was almost bouncing with excitement for this. I hadn’t been on a real mission since my arrest. And even that… I was simply just riding with some guns packed in my motorcycle. I hadn’t had real action in a long time.