Hammer

5 - You shouldn't have done this

Hammer

I find fucke.r drinking at the bar with Stryker. My blood is boiling at the hottest level. I don’t give a damn about Shepard’s rule about us not fighting amongst ourselves. I’ve had enough. If there’s one thing I can’t stand, it’s anyone hurting Willow!

I grab Trace’s cut, spin him around, and smack him square in the jaw, knocking him off his stool. “Get up!” I yell.

“What the hell, Serge?!”

I’m suddenly crowded, knew I would be, but it won’t stop me kicking the shi.t outta this cunt.

“Stupid fucke.r!” I kick him in the ribs with the steel end of my boot. He groans in pain, but it’s not enough! “Stupid fuckin’ cunt!”

“Calm the fuc.k down!” I pull against Tank and Ghost as they try to hold me back. “What the hell is going on, Brother?” Tank hisses down my ear.

They can hold my fuckin’ arms all they like; I’ve still got use of my fuckin’ feet. And I’ll make damn good use of them, stamping that fucker.s face in!

I didn’t see the fist flying at my face, but I damn sure felt it connect with my jaw. Fuc.k! He hits like a train slamming into a wall!

“You stupid fucke.r!” The Prez yells in my face.

I can't seem to tear my eyes away from Trace as he groans in pain.

Stupid motherfucke.r!

“Look at me right now!” I grit my teeth together and turn to look at the Prez. His face is contorted in anger.

Ah, shi.t. I know better than to attack another Brother like this without good cause. I have good cause, but the Prez doesn’t know that.

“What the hell do you think you’re doin'?”

“He asked for it!”

I watch the stupid fucke.r pulling himself up against the bar while trying to hold his ribs at the same time. Don’t think I broke any, just bruised 'em. Mores the pity.

“What the fuc.k am I supposed to have done?” Trace winces and knocks back the whiskey Tammy, our bartender, Red’s wife, just handed him.

“Damn good question. Start talkin’, boy.”

“How many daughters do you have, Prez?”

“Three. But what the fuc.k does this have to do with anythin’?”

“Three.” I nod while yanking my arms away from Tank and Ghost. “Two of them grown, right?” He nods with narrow eyes and arms folded. “And what would you do if Tank or Trace did somethin’ to hurt either of them?”

“You better get to the damn point, and soon.” Shepard hisses at me.

“I found Willow on the balcony cryin’. It seems she’d been watchin’ this cunt fuckin’ one of the club whore.s in a back room.”

Dickheads eyes widen with both shock and fear, his face pale.

Did he honestly think he could fuc.k one of the whore.s in the damn clubhouse, and no one would know?

And at a goddamn party?!

All eyes are on him, Brothers and whore.s alike, and I don’t know who looks more murderous, Jett or Shepard.

“Is this true?” Shepard hisses.

“I... um...” Fucke.r mumbles.

I never liked this little bastard; he’s never treated Willow how she deserves. I’ve often seen her upset and trying to hide it from everyone. I don’t care what she says or how many times she sticks up for him; Trace was never any good for her.

I haven’t been any kind of friend these past months. I should have been. From what Willow said outside, I can tell he’s only gotten worse.

Don’t get me wrong, Trace has never hit Willow; I don’t think the man has that in him. But there are worse ways to hurt a woman than to hit her. Believe me. Cunt wasn’t even there the day we rescued her. He was, and I quote, “busy.” That alone should have told Shepard he was a no-good motherfucke.r.

Maybe I’m being harsh there; he was with his family. His grandfather died. He came to help search for Willow around being there for his family. But in my eyes, he should have paid his respects to his grandfather and stayed with us to help search for the woman he supposedly loved. I don’t care who says what; that’s what he should have done.

“Willow didn’t want me to say anything, Prez, but if you’d have seen how upset she was. She thinks it’s all her fault because she’s scarred and because she hasn’t been well enough to give him what he needs!”

“That’s bullshit! I would never...”

“He treats her like shi.t anyway.”

We all turn our eyes to Coral, Stryker’s Old Lady. A beautiful, tall, blonde, blue-eyed, supermodel kind of woman. And one of the most fierce and loyal women I have ever known. My Cindy’s big sister. I’ll never know how that girl can still call me her friend.

“Care to tell me what you’re talkin’ about?”

She stands beside Stryker, her arms folded around her body, making that ultra-short white skirt of hers ride up her toned thighs even more.

“Well, he was a jerk to Willow before she was hurt, since then? My God,” She sighs sarcastically while laughing. “He’s a bastard to her. He had better things to do than help search for her when she was taken. Better things to do than try and help find a way to bring Willow back when you realized who’d got her. Better things to do the day you all saved her life.”

“That’s bullshit! You damn well know where I was those times. With my family because my grandfather had passed away!” This is true. “I did search for Willow; don’t even make out like I didn’t!”

He did. I can’t say he didn’t. But Trace was torn between what was going on with Willow and his family mess.

I hate the motherfucke.r, but I won’t lie and make out Trace was so uncaring that he didn’t look for Willow, that he didn’t hurt that she was taken, because he did. Fuc.k, he sobbed like a damn baby when she was found and when he thought she’d die. I suppose he does love her in some way. Just not the right way. If he did, he would never have cheated on her.

“Whatever!” Coral yells. “But don’t make out like you didn’t have better things to do than be a loving boyfriend while she recovered. Better things, meaning other women. All the time Will was recovering, Trace was out fuckin.g anything that moved.”

“Why you...”

“What?!” Coral screams at him while coming to stand directly in front of him. “You don’t get to speak to me like that, asshole. Do you think I haven’t heard the comments you made to Willow? The nasty way you make her feel like a freak? Just as you did tonight. You walked in here, walked away from her without one word, and then avoided her all night like she had the damn plague!

“You’re an asshole, and you don't deserve her. And one day soon, she’s going to see you for just what you are, and maybe Hammer will finally grow a set and take her from you!”

What the fuc.k?

“You know nothin’, bitc.h!” Trace yells at her, and all hell breaks loose.

Stryker grabs him and punches him. Jett grabs Stryker and pulls him away from Trace. No one so much as looks at Coral without Stryker flipping out. Good. I hope he tears the cunt limb from limb.

“Enough!” The Prez yells so loud every person is suddenly silent. “I’ll deal with this. Take him out back.” Jett and Ghost lead Trace out back.

“Want me to go too?”

“No,”

No?

I’m the fuckin.g punisher. If anyone’s to deal with that little prick, it’s me!

“I’m going to have a little word with him. Once I have, I’ll speak to Willow. Once I have her side of things, I’ll call a meetin’. We’ll have Church tomorrow.”

“That’s it? You’re gonna have a word with him? I think Willow catching him in the act is concrete enough that he’s no good for her.”

“Go home, Hammer. Don’t cross me right now, son.”

I tip my head slightly. I’m not about to get into it with the Prez. No matter how pissed I might be.

“You wanna hope you can make Willow understand why you broke her trust, Brother.” I don’t answer Stryker; I just knock back my whiskey. I need a damn bottle to help tamper down the fire burning inside of me. “You shouldn’t have done this, you know. You should have left it to Willow.”

“Right. I’m outta here.”

I’m not in the mood to listen to this!

I shouldn’t have let my anger get the better of me, that’s for sure. But I don’t regret smacking that cunt in the face. Next time, I’ll rip his fuckin.g head off his shoulders and bury him in acid!

I don’t give a shi.t how angry Willow will be with me for telling Shepard what Trace did. She can be as angry as she likes; it won’t change a damn thing. There is nothing I won’t do to protect her, and that includes from a man who treats her like Trace does!