A Biker’s Love

Chapter 10

Rachel's POV.

I jolted awake, opening my eyes slowly and blinking rapidly to focus on my surrounding. It took a few seconds for the blurriness to disappear and I realized I was back in the basement. I looked up to see Drew still passed out on the other side of the room. I tried to move to wake him but it dawned on me that I'd been tied up to the same chair, this time, the ropes used to bound me were tighter. My head was pounding like a million people were hitting it with a hammer from different angles. I tried to whisper Drew's name to wake him up but he didn’t move, it appeared he was really out of it.

My mind wandered off to our failed escaped plan that led us back to this hell hole.

"Been waiting for ya boy. Ya kept me waiting for too long." A deadly smirks spread on the Boss's face and fear clutched my heart squeezing tightly. Drew pushed me behind him trying to offer what little protection and safety he could. He brought out a gun from his back pocket and I almost fainted from the crippling fear . I'd seen one plenty of times but it wasn't being used and the safety was always intact. Drew pointed the gun at his Uncle and warned him to steer clear of us or he'd shoot.

Boss threw back his head and his loud laugh reverberated in the silent forest. He laughed clearly amused by Drew's display of machismo.

"Ya better put it down boy. Quit playing with that toy." He jested and Drew kept the gun pointed at the man but I saw his hand shaking slightly. I bet Uncle had that effect on everybody. The two ogres at the side had long disappeared and I went to alert Drew when I felt a slimy hand over my mouth. I screamed out through the hole in his hand and Drew's head turned back to me distracted by my voice. My eyes widened in fright as the Uncle swiftly moved up and hit Drew in the head. He stalked towards me and hit me. Black dots clouded my vision and I felt myself falling backwards before I was out.

A voice called out my name, bringing me back to reality as I looked up to see Drew stirring. He twisted his head as if in pain and my heart lurched when I spotted the patch of dried blood on the side of his head.

"Hey Drew, don't move. You're bleeding." I said and he looked up trying to trace my voice.

"Hey love. Are you alright?" He asked, a worried look in his face.

"Yeah I'm okay. Just a headache but I'll be fine. You on the other hand have a bleeding cut on your head so sit still." I advised and his worried look morphed into that of anger.

"I'll kill him. I'll kill the fucker for laying his filthy hands on you." He said coldly.

"Hey no need to get all worked up. You'll give yourself a headache. We should focus of untying ourselves instead. You got anything on you?" I asked and he nodded pointing at his boot.

"What?" I asked again and he kept pointing at his boot.

"What the hell am I supposed to do with your boot?" I asked, my forehead scrunched up in confusion.

"I have a small pocket knife in the sole of my boot." He explained in a whisper and my mouth formed an 'o'.

"Then why didn't you say it?"

"The walls have ears." Was his reply and I rolled my eyes at his statement.

"Really... This basement is practically a vacuum."

"How do you know we're in the basement?" He quirked an eyebrow.

"I tried to escape remember? I was held here." I explained and he hummed, his face blanking out. He was definitely thinking of something. I tried to move my chair closer to Drew's leg to try and get to his boot to retrieve the pocket knife. The legs of the chair scraped against the wooden floor of the basement and the sound echoed throughout the room. I stayed still as a statue listening for footsteps hoping no one heard the noise.

"Hey love. Wait till midnight to get the knife from my boot." Drew said and I nodded in understanding.

"So what the hell are we supposed to do till midnight?" I sighed and he grinned.

"We talk and I make corny jokes." He grinned cheekily and I internally facepalmed since my hands were incapacitated.

"Oh I've got one!" He smirked a few seconds later "So what's the difference between a snow-man and a snow-woman? I'll give you the answer though...... Its Snow-balls." He grinned cheekily.

I looked at him like he fell from space because he definitely wasn’t from earth "Really Drew, really?" I rolled my eyes at him.

He chuckled. “Okay okay another one." He said and his forehead creased and I knew he was trying to come up with another one so I sat quietly so as not to disturb his thoughts.

"Oh s**t! You'll love this one. What did the tomato say to the other tomato during a race?" Drew asked, staring at me and I raised a brow.

"How on earth am I supposed to know that!"

"Okay love, I'll tell you. He said Ketchup!"

"Huh?" I asked confused not getting the joke at all.

"What? you didn't get it? Ketch-up as in Catch up." He explained.

"Okay another one...." He smirked and I shouted in mock horror.

"No please no more!" I said and he laughed.

The once funny moment soon died down into silence, a comfortable one though. No one made the move to start a conversation and we both sat quietly staring into space probably thinking of an escape plan. The ogres brought us food after a long time, untying our hands so we could eat. They left us and I heard them bolt the door and their footsteps faded till it was silent once again.

"Rachel now." Drew whispered making me look up.

"Now what?" I asked confused.

"Get the knife." He replied and moved closer to me since he was sitting on the floor and would make little to no noise moving. He lifted his boot to my face and I slid the knife out of it. I then used the knife to cut the ropes and Drew immediately got up to untie me. I got up from the chair stretching my stiff muscles.

"Now what?" I asked and he grinned.

"We wait."

A snort escaped my lips at his reply. “So we just sit and wait till they come?" I asked, trying to make sense of what he said.

"Yes. That's exactly the plan." He replied and I nodded not wanting to argue.

I plopped back down on the chair staring at the usual meal of bread and soup feeling exasperated. I didn’t know how long we waited but it felt like years when I heard the sound of the bolts. I sat up immediately and Drew signaled to me to remain silent. He creeped to the back of the door and waited. The door opened few seconds later and one of the ogres walked in, oblivious to the fact that Drew wasn’t at his position. He realized a few seconds later but it was too late as Drew knocked him out with the metal rod he picked up from the room. The unconscious body of the man fell to the floor with a thud. Drew went ahead to check if we were in the clear before coming to get me. We walked quietly out of the basement and as we got to the door leading out of the house the other ogre appeared suddenly out of nowhere. Drew lunged at him to keep him from shouting and they both went crashing into the chair making a hell of noise.

"Rachel go!" Drew shouted at me as he engaged in a fist fight with the man. My legs remained rooted to the spot in shock till Drew's voice snapped me out of it. "Rachel go now!" He yelled and I took off in a sprint out of the house leaving Drew behind. I ran for what felt like hours but it was only minutes and stop to catch my breath. I waited for Drew in the trees but he didn’t come. I waited a while longer but no sight of him. I got queasy feeling in my stomach and a voice whispered in my head to go back. I knew and felt something was not right and my legs walked on their own leading me back to the house.

The house was silent on the outside which was weird. I tiptoed round looking in through the windows around the house. I got to the living room window to see Drew in the centre tied to a chair, boss towering over Drew hitting him continuously and the man Drew was fighting with lay dead in a pool of his own blood. I felt the bile rising in my throat and I bend over but heave out nothing. My stomach hurt but I ignored the burning pain. I went round the house to find any object to use on boss. I found a small pestle resting on the wall in the back and I grabbed it firmly. I sneaked back in through the side door silently and tiptoed to the living room peeping in. Drew saw me and looked away quickly to avoid drawing his attention to my direction and instead, he kept his uncle occupied. I moved in quietly behind him and hit him with the pestle really hard. One blow to his back and the other to his head. Uncle dropped to the floor unconscious and I quickly ran over to Drew's side. I untied him with shaking hands and he got up, dragging me with him. But a movement at the side caught my eye.

I looked to the side to see Uncle point a gun at Drew. My life flashed right in front of my eyes as I jumped in front of the fast moving bullet acting as a life shield for Drew. I felt a sharp crippling pain in my side and I fell to the floor.

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~I don't know if a nobody like me is allowed to like someone like you, but I'm going to like you anyway.~

Drew's POV.

"How is she?" I asked the doctor, who was packing up his equipments into his small sized box. He locked the box and turns to face me.

He placed his right hand on my shoulder and tapped it lightly. "She'll be fine. She has a slight fever as her body is trying to fight the effect of the gun wound and she isn't used to so much pain so it will take a while for her body to recuperate. She will be in and out of consciousness for a few days due to the drugs I administered. Make sure to keep her hydrated and well-fed. Also a wet towel on her head would go a long way to help keep her fever down. She'll be alright." He smiled reassuringly and I nodded in thanks. We both shook hands and I thanked him once again for his help and advice before he leftists . I turned back to Rachel and sat on the edge of the bed staring at her pale face.

"She will be fine baby boy." A voice said and I didn’t need to look up to know it was Geneva. She placed her hand on my shoulder and rubbed it lovingly and I fought the urge to cry like a baby.

"Do you need anything?" She asked me.

"Yeah. A towel in a bowl of water. Also water bottles. The doctor said to keep her hydrated and well-fed." I said and she exited the room to get the items. She returned few minutes later with them and I set to work on keeping Rachel comfortable.

My phone rang and I picked it up putting it to my ear "Hey what's up?" I said to Wolfe through the phone.

"Hey boss. Are you busy?" He asked.

"No why?" I replied and he sighed, hinting that something was up.

"What's going on?" I asked and it was silent before he spoke up.

"Its Denise. She's... She's pregnant man." He sighed again and I could picture him running his hands over his face in frustration.

"Well congrats man. That's good news... right?" I asked not sure he was feeling enthusiastic about the fact that he was having a baby.

"Well its good news but... I don't know man." He said and I hummed.

"Hold up." I said and exited the room so as not to disturb Rachel before putting the phone back to my ear.

"What exactly is the problem?" I asked.

"I'm not ready to be a f*****g dad Drew! I don't know s**t about being a dad. My dad wasn't the best teacher or role model you know that. I don't want to f**k up my kids life." He said and I sigh.

"Meet me at the bar in five." I said and ended the call. I didn’t want to have to listen to him crying over the phone. I had a lot of s**t on my plate already. We'd handle this the men's way over drinks. I needed a few bottles of beer myself. I went back into the room to see Rachel still out of it. I sighed and walked over to her. I kissed her sweaty forehead and left the room.

"Hey Geneva. Mind watching Rachel for a few hours? I'm meeting with Wolfe." I stepped into the kitchen walking over to her side and she smiled.

"You know I'd love to baby boy." She replied and I hugged her in thanks.

"Have fun." She called out as I exited the kitchen. I scoffed at that and she chuckled. I grabbed my keys and helmet and tugged on my biker's jacket before leaving the house.

"So what exactly are you mad about? Don't you love her?" I asked Wolfe after taking a long gulp of my beer.

He scoffed and rolled his eyes. "Of course I love her! Or I wouldn't have married her. Its just that...." He sighed but I didn’t interrupt.

"Its just, I love her so much I don't want to disappoint her. I don't want to be a bad father."

"Now hold it right there. You wouldn't be a bad father to your baby. You took care of Sam when your asshole of a dad took to drinking. You single handedly raised her. You would do just fine and besides I would be here to make sure you don't mess things up." I smirked, cracking my knuckles and he burst into laughter which made me smile.

"What the f**k do you know about babies?!" He laughed and I sneered at him.

"Mind you I was already a teenager when Hayden was born. His mom practically left him with us and my dad was facing trial so he's like my son."

"Yeah true. Don't worry you'll have your kid someday." He said and I smiled without commenting.

Brent passed by and sat with us for a while as we laughed about funny childhood memories and some of our love sick episodes. Brent apologized to me for his outburst the day I told him Uncle took Rachel. One of the bar girls called for his attention and he went to attend to it. It was silent between Wolfe and I for a few minutes until he broke the silence.

"How is Rachel?" He spoke up and it was my turn to sigh and look dejected.

"She's still out of it. She's pale and has a fever." I said and he smiled sadly.

"So sorry that happened man. I was so shocked when you came back to the house with a wounded Rachel after telling us you were going to pops."

"Well I was shocked myself when he shot her." I said and silence ensued , both of us filling it with our thoughts and gulps of beer. We drank for a few hours more before we both had to head home. We said our goodbyes and got on our separate bikes riding off in different directions.

"Hey." I said quietly as I stepped into my room and Geneva looked up.

She smiled softly at me "Hey baby boy. You're back."

"Yeah I just got in. How is she?" I asked and she looked at Rachel.

"She is fine. She woke up for a few minutes so I fed her a little, just a few spoons of soup and she drank a lot of water and was out again. She called for you at one time and her fever came back. I used the wet towel but she's still burning up." She explained to me standing up from the bed.

"Thank you." I said to matron without taking my eyes off Rachel.

"You don't have to thank me boy. I'd do anything for you boys. Goodnight baby." She said and left the room. I sat at the edge of the bed after washing up and putting on pjs.

I brushed the stray hair resting on her face and wiped her sweaty forehead with the wet towel which is now hot from her burning forehead. She really was beautiful and angelic even in her unconscious state. She looked really pale with parched lips and her body began to shiver slightly. My heart bled watching her in this state, knowing she was in this state because of me, knowing she was in this state because she tried to save me.

She shouldn't have jumped in front of the bullet. I could handle a gun wound better than she could. I saw red immediately I heard her cry of pain and went all berserk. What I did to Uncle was something that I should forget and never try to remember.

I replaced the now warm water with fresh cold water filled with ice and I rinsed the towel in the bowl. I placed it back on her forehead and did this a few times before her temperature regulated a little. I placed the bowl on the floor by the bed and climbed into bed beside her.

"Hey love. Wake up soon." I said and her scent lured me to sleep.