Bullied Mate Of The Biker Brothers

2. GIFT FOR BOXING DAY

{LUMIRA}

***********A DAY LATER***************

I woke to the steady beep of a machine and the sharp, clean smell of antiseptic. It took a moment to remember how to breathe without it hurting. My eyelids felt heavy, like they'd been glued shut, and when I finally forced them open, white light stabbed into my skull.

The ceiling above me was unfamiliar—too clean, too bright.

Pain bloomed in every muscle and bone. A dull throb in my head, accompanied by a tight ache in my ribs. My body screamed in soreness. When I tried to move, a weak sound slipped from my throat.

Where am I?

I let my eyes roam freely around, gradually recognizing the interior of what seemed like a private ward.

Suddenly, memories of my encounter with the Moscow stabbed into my mind, and my vision blurred. They had dehumanized me in the worst way possible. Without remorse, without a modicum of mercy.

Even after I mentioned my baby, they didn't spare me. Not even once.

I instinctively threw my hand to my belly, hoping to feel the connection with my precious little one. That tiny sensation that had kept me going over these past three months, but now it felt as if the connection had been severed.

No, no, this cannot happen.

"My baby," I rasped, my hand clutching my belly. "What happened to my baby?"

Amid my dilemma, the door suddenly flew open, and a young, dark-haired woman in a white uniform hurried in. She grabbed my hand and spoke softly. "I need you to calm down, Miss. I am Nurse Edith, your assigned nurse."

"Please, is my baby fine?" I asked, my voice trembling with trepidation. My heart skipped several beats as I awaited her response.

Her saddened eyes gave me a response even before her lips parted to speak. "We tried everything we could, but unfortunately, you sustained a severe wound to your abdomen and had already suffered a miscarriage through severe blood loss."

"No!" I groaned in anguish, my piercing scream traveling through the walls into the distance. "No, please...that's the only valuable piece of me. Do anything. Anything at all, but let me have my baby back please."

She shook her head, a display of sympathy evident in her pouted lips. "I understand how you feel, Miss. And I'm so sorry."

Tears streamed shamelessly down my cheeks as the realization of my miscarriage sank deeper into my chest. And the feeling of emptiness drowned me.

"Oh, Miss." She'd whispered, comfortingly pressing her hand on my shoulder. Her voice cracked with emotion. "You will be fine. Everything will be alright."

But everything wasn't alright. Nothing would be alright again.

No matter how much it would cost, Conan would suffer for this. I'd ensure he paid dearly for making me go through hell, and for every penny he took from the Moscow.

I held tighter to the Nurse's arm, weeping hopelessly and clinging to the warm comfort she offered.

A few minutes later, we had company.

Despite the tears blurring my vision, I noticed a man clad in a black leather jacket step into the ward, and my stomach dropped.

Could he be part of the Moscow?

In one hand, he had a bouquet of roses and a disposable brown paper bag in the other.

"What's going on here?" He demanded with a voice that carried so much authority.

Nurse Edith released her grip on me, and acknowledged the man with a slight nod. "Good morning, Gamma Vance."

Gamma Vance?

The name stirred something familiar in my mind—something I couldn't quite grasp through the fog of pain.

"Oh, you're finally awake." His gruff voice softened when he saw me, then he strode towards me with so much dominance and gently placed the bouquet of roses on my thighs. "Thank you for your service, Nurse. Now if you will excuse us."

Without question, Nurse Edith nodded again and exited the room, leaving me alone with the Gamma.

"Hi." The Gamma stretched out his hand, inviting me to a handshake. "I'm Gamma Vance. And you are?"

I didn't have the strength to respond. Losing my baby had blown me off the edge beyond comparison, but a part of me was curious to know why a prominent figure, the Gamma of Stormfield was in my ward.

So I clasped my hand with his. "Lumira."

"Well, Lumira..." He dragged the lone chair beside my bed and plopped on it. His eyes were sternly on me as he stated. "Would you mind explaining why those hoodlums were assaulting you yesterday morning?"

Yesterday morning?

Had I been unconscious for more than a day?

I didn't dwell much on my surprise, instead, I proceeded to narrate everything to Gamma Vance. Right from Conan taking a huge loan from The Moscow that led to the assault, down to the crisis in my marriage, and then the news of my miscarriage.

By the time I had finished narrating my story, his eyes damped with pity for me. "That's it. You are coming with me, but first I'd give you a ride down to your house to get your stuff."

The ride to the apartment was eerily quiet. Gamma Vance didn't give me time to ponder his offer. His tone sounded final and concluded in a way no one could alter. And I didn't bother to make a fuss.

Why else would I choose to continue living with Conan after getting a ticket to freedom?

A part of me wondered why the Gamma was sparing his precious time on me. Was it out of mere sympathy or obligation as part of the leader of the Pack?

"Is this the address you gave me?" Gamma Vance asked, unknowingly snapping me out of reverie.

I let out a soft gasp then looked at the familiar beige-painted bungalow. "Yes, it is."

"Do you need me to accompany you inside?" He offered again but I politely declined. He had already done too much for me. I wouldn't want to seem too demanding.

Once inside the living room, I froze in my tracks the moment I saw my good-for-nothing husband seated on the sofa, munching on a bag of chips and soda.

He wasn't even bothered about my absence. How could he be so wicked, so nonchalant about the mother of his unborn child?

Technically, there was no child between us anymore, but he doesn't know that yet.

As soon as he saw me, a frown kissed his brows and he dumped the bag of chips on the space beside him. "You've been gone since yesterday. How dare you leave this house without preparing breakfast, lunch, and dinner? Have I been too lenient with you?"

Disgust soiled my gut.

Before, I would cower in fear, already trembling at his impending assault, but rather, I ignored him and made my way to the bedroom.

I wouldn't want to keep the Gamma waiting.

Just as I took a few steps in the direction of the bedroom, something yanked my hair in full force, propelling me backward. "Don't you dare walk out on me, b***h!"

Pain slammed my skull, but without lingering on it, I threw my hand forward and slapped Conan, hard.

His cruel, vacant eyes flashed with shock.

That was a first. I had never dared to look him in the eye, much less slap him. But then, I had nothing to fear anymore.

"b***h!" He roared angrily, a spray of saliva flew from his lips. "How dare y—"

I slapped him again. This time, harder than the first. "Don't you dare lay your filthy hands on me again, Conan." I snarled with pure loathing for this man.

As I made to walk away, he grabbed me by the arm, roughly pulling me backward. "Oh, I see you’ve grown bold. Seems it's been a while since you took some beatings."

Before I could react, he violently pushed me to the wall, my back slamming into the hard surface with a crushing sound.

I winced at the pain and then raised my hand to attack Conan, but he was quicker. He caught my arm mid-air, his smoldering gaze piercing into my soul as he seethed. "I do not care if you are carrying my child. This is the last time you'd ever make use of these damned hands."

"Carrying your child?" I snickered in his face. "You wish."

His eyes widened in dismay. "W-what do you mean?"

When I did not respond, he inhaled sharply, trying to perceive his pup from me. As soon as he realized, there was nothing, he bellowed. "You wench! How dare you abort my child?"

His torment brought a great deal of joy into my heart.

Even though our child wasn't aborted, I liked that...that piece of information made him enraged, distorted. And a cruel grin crept to both sides of my lips.

He raised his fist, ready to pounce on me like the beast he was. And I was about to defend myself when someone else beat me to it by snatching Conan's wrist.

Gamma Vance.

He caught Conan’s wrist effortlessly. His presence alone radiated dominance, choking the room with tension.

Conan c****d his head to the side in annoyance at the intruder, but his grim expression instantly twisted with surprise. "G—Gamma Vance?"

"What part of your hand should I break off first?" Gamma Vance spat, his voice dripping with venom. "Your wrist or your forearm?"

As Conan opened his mouth to speak, Gamma Vance snapped his wrist like a twig instantly fracturing it from its joint. "You wasted too much time responding."

Conan screamed, echoes of his cries rang across the living room.

The Gamma gave me a quick look as he rolled up his sleeves. "Go get your bag.” He said calmly. “I’ll deal with the monster you married."