Hawk
When I saw Delilah being jerked down that fire escape, I wanted nothing more than to pull out my gun and put a bullet in the guy’s head, but I couldn’t take the chance of putting Delilah in even more danger. I had no idea if the guy was packing, and with Delilah stumbling down that metal staircase, I feared the guy might do something stupid. It was too dark to get a good look at him, but even from a distance, I knew I’d never seen the guy before. He was older, about my height with a medium build, and he was wearing dress pants, making it clear he was no fucking biker. I was watching them make their way down the last flight of stairs when I heard Shotgun ask, “Where the hell does he think he’s taking her?”
“I have no idea, but I’m about to fucking find out.”
As I got off my bike, Shotgun shook his head. “The brothers should be here any minute.”
“We don’t have time to wait. I got no idea where he’s taking her.”
“I get that but....”
“I’m going. Period.”
“Then, I’m going with you.” Shotgun got off his bike and said, “If nothing else, maybe we can stall him.”
“We’ll have to.”
Shotgun followed me towards the alley. Delilah and the stranger had just stepped off the fire escape when the guy saw us walking in their direction. He reached behind him, and within a blink, he had the barrel of his gun pointed at Delilah’s head. “Don’t do something stupid, boys, or I’ll end her right here.”
“Easy, man. We don’t want any trouble,” I told him, stopping dead in my tracks. “Just let Delilah go, and we’ll sort this thing out.”
“You got another thing coming if you think I’m going to play games with the likes of you. Either back the fuck off, or I’m gonna pull the fucking trigger.”
“It’s okay, Zander. I’ll be fine. Just do what he says,” Delilah pleaded.
It wasn’t until that moment when I noticed the red swelling across her cheek and her busted lip, and I was immediately consumed with rage. “He do that to you?”
“Yeah, I sure fucking did it,” the man answered as he took hold of Delilah’s hair, yanking her head back. “She’s my daughter. I’ll put her in her place whenever she fucking needs it.”
Hoping to get him talking, I asked, “Your daughter?”
“You heard me. The name’s Bruce Davenport, and yeah, this whore you’ve been fucking for the past month... is my lovely daughter.” He gave Delilah’s hair another hard tug, causing her to whimper in pain. I wanted to reach over and rip the guy’s throat out. “Now, back the fuck off before you make me do something you’ll regret.”
“That’s not gonna happen.” I wanted to end the guy, but I knew the wrong move could cost Delilah her life, and I just couldn’t take that chance. I took a step back and said, “Just tell us what you want, Bruce, and then we can settle this thing now before anyone gets hurt.”
“He w-wants Danny,” Delilah stammered. “You can’t let him—”
Before she could finish, Delilah’s father pulled her to his side, slamming his knee into her abdomen, knocking the breath out of her. I took a charging step towards them, as I growled, “You keep your fucking hands off her!”
I was just inches away from him when my stomach twisted into a knot at the familiar click of his gun’s hammer. I had no choice but to stand there and listen helplessly as Delilah gasped for breath. “Best watch your step, boy, or you’ll both end up dead.”
“Look. Just let her go. We’ll get Danny for you.”
“It’s too late for that.” Bruce gave her a hard tug and said, “We’re leaving, and if you know what’s good for you, you’ll move out of the fucking way.”
Neither Shotgun nor I moved as Bruce started walking towards a red BMW that was parked in the back of her apartment. They hadn’t made it very far when the roar of my brothers’ bikes came rumbling down the alley as they pulled into the parking lot across from us. As soon as they parked and got off their bikes, the brothers started charging towards us, causing Delilah’s father to panic. He quickly picked up his pace, tugging her further away from me. As the brothers got closer, I looked over to Viper and said, “It’s Bruce Davenport ... Delilah’s father, and he’s got a gun on her.”
“What the hell does he want with her?”
“That’s just it,” I quickly replied. “He doesn’t want Delilah. He wants Danny.”
About that time, Danny came up and asked, “Who wants me?”
“Your father,” I answered. “He’s the one who’s got Delilah.”
“You fuckin’ kidding me?” Danny asked as he started down the alley. “If he wants me, then he can fucking have me, but he ain’t gettin’ Dee.”