Page 15 of Property of Shotgun
Fuck the groceries.
Fuck everything.
“Okay, listen to me, I want you to hang up the phone and go downstairs. I’m going to call Fuckface and you’re going to open the door for him. Then you’re going to go in your room until I get there. Can you do that for me?”
I hear the door creak in the background. “I’m scared,” he says. “What if she’s hurt? What if she’s dead?”
I close my eyes, hitting the locks on the cage. “She’s going to be fine.”
She has to be.
“I’m going to hang up now, but I’ll call you right back, okay?”
“Okay, I’m going down the stairs.”
“That’s a good boy. And Legend?”
“Yeah?”
“I’m on my way.”
I defied the speed limit, and blew every light, all while staying on the phone with Legend. After he let Fuckface in the house, he went in his room just like I instructed, but ten seconds later, Fuckface got on the phone, and because the guy doesn’t know how to act around kids, he blurted everything out for Legend to hear.
“It’s bad, man. She’s bleeding everywhere.”
Legend immediately became hysterical. I arrived at the house five minutes later and took my full first breath when I spotted the ambulance already in the driveway. Thankfully, Fuckface had enough sense to call 9-1-1.
As much as I wanted to ease Legend’s fears, I needed to see Jade for myself. All I knew was that she was bleeding. I didn’t know why or where she was bleeding from. I didn’t know if had anything to do with the baby.
I charged straight for her and Irish’s bedroom, and when I caught sight of them lifting her onto the stretcher, I felt all the air leave my lungs. Fuckface wasn’t exaggerating about the blood. The lush beige carpet looked like it had been a victim of a massacre, and the blood trailed from the spot where they were lifting her to the bathroom. The robe she was wearing, did a piss poor job of covering, and I noticed the blood only appeared to be dripping down her legs.
“How far along is she?” One of the paramedics shouted.
It took me a moment to realize he was talking to me. “I don’t know… she isn’t due for at least another month, maybe more.” My gaze found her pale face. “Is she going to be okay?”
“We have to get her to the hospital. She’s lost a lot of blood.”
I didn’t need them to tell me that. I needed them to answer my fucking question. They wheeled her out of the bedroom, and I followed along. Then I remembered the kids were with Fuckface. I knew they needed me, but Jade needed me too. I was torn.
In the end, I loaded the boys into Jade’s Escalade and ordered Fuckface to follow me. On the way to the hospital, I called Biggie and told him what was going on. He and the rest of the club showed up a little while after, and we all sat in the waiting room, trying to occupy the kids, and assure them that their mom was going to be okay.
Whether any of us believed it, I’m not sure.
It’s been well over an hour since they brought Jade in, and the only thing I’ve learned is that Jade never changed her emergency contact information, making getting an update on her condition nearly impossible, and the only reason I know that is because Biggie tried sweet talking the lady at the reception desk.
I turn to Guido. “Try Bella again.”
I don’t know how much pull she has as a nurse, but at this point, she’s our only hope.
“Bro, I don’t know why you just don’t tell them you’re Irish. It’s not like they’re going to ask you for your fucking driver’s license,” he says as he pokes at the screen on his phone, putting the call on speaker. Bella’s voicemail message sounds. “She doesn’t keep the phone on when she’s working. You want me to call over to Lipstick and Lace and have Trigger send over some of the girls?”
“I might not be the sharpest tool in the shed, but even I can see he’s not in the mood to get a lap dance. I think we save the strippers for another night, or at the very least until we have an update on Jade,” Skid says.
“I wasn’t calling them so Shotgun could catch a blowjob in the on-call room, dick,” Guido volleys. His gaze darts back to me. “I figured they could take the kids back to the clubhouse. We don’t know how long we’re going to be here, and I think Legend is scared shitless. The little man needs a reprieve.”
I glance over at Legend who hasn’t left his brother’s side. He keeps staring at the doors the paramedics led his mother through. Guido isn’t wrong about him needing a break, but Jade would fucking kill us all if we left her kids in the care of a couple of strippers. That I’m sure of.
Suddenly the doors open, and I see Legend pop up out of his chair as two doctors approach us.
