Page 55 of Bane's Beginning

“She’s in labor,” he said. “Fuck, this is bad.”

“What do we know about Thea?”

“I don’t know. She was still unconscious when they got her here. I got the house footage on my phone,” he said.

We made our way to the hospital’s ER lobby and Ares explained who he was to the receptionist. Some lady walked over to us and showed us to the labor and delivery waiting room.

“A doctor will be with you in a moment for an update,” she said.

Ares nodded and paced across the floor as he began scrolling through his phone.

“Fuck,” I said, as the worry increased in my chest.

“Got it,” he said, motioning for Crash and me to come closer. Before he could press play, a doctor approached the lobby.

“I’m looking for the family of Serena St. James,” the small woman stated.

“I’m Davien Blake, her fiancé,” Ares said, and the nurse gave him a smile of compassion.

“First, I want you to know that she is stable,” the doctor said. “It seems that she fainted due to a quick drop in her blood pressure, but unfortunately, she fell onto her stomach when she lost consciousness which caused a placental abruption. This causes the baby to lose oxygen and serious bleeding. If we don’t move forward with an emergency c-section, we are at risk of losing her and the baby.”

“Do whatever you think is best,” Ares said to the doctor, and she gave him another sympathetic smile.

“Her blood pressure has increased significantly since she came in and we are monitoring her closely. With that being said, we think this should be fairly routine,” she said. “She’s being prepped for surgery now and we’ll keep you updated.”

“I can’t go back with her?”

“Unfortunately, there won’t be enough time to get you prepped, as well. I’m sorry, Mr. Blake.”

The doctor turned and left the lobby, and we once again gathered around Ares so we could watch the surveillance footage on his phone. He fast-forwarded a little until we saw Matteo-fucking-Santoro pull up to the house and knock Blake out with his gun. Luckily, the kid didn’t experience any major issues and Doc was able to fix him up without having to take him to the hospital.

“Crash, get Luca on the goddamn phone and tell Circuit to track the plates,” I said, seething in anger. What was that fucker thinking busting into one of our houses and attacking our women. Did he think we wouldn’t go to war behind them?

The video continued to play and I quickly realized that Thea knew exactly who he was. I watched the cocksucker scream into her face about where his child was, and my stomach sank. They had been together.

She then talked about how she had a miscarriage and I was ready to throw a fucking chair across the room as I watched him kiss my woman. For one split second, anger flared inside me until I saw the terror on her face.

“What the fuck is this shit?”

The video continued to play and I watched him hit her across the face with his gun because of the marks I left on her. I felt regret as bile rose in my throat as I watched him kick her repeatedly.

“I’m going to kill the bastard,” Ares said.

The video ended after Thea did her best to protect Serena. I couldn’t help but feel proud of my girl. She did her best to protect Serena though she knew that meant leaving with that sick fuck.

“Where the fuck is Crash?” I started texting the presidents of other chapters to let them know to be on alert. I had no problem calling them in if reinforcements were needed. At whatever cost, we were getting my girl back.

I heard the lobby door open, and was disappointed when I saw my mom, Anna and the other old ladies walk in followed by Hollywood, Bullet and Ace. The rest of the guys stayed back because I put the club on lockdown until I figured out who took Thea. Now that we knew it was isolated, I let Pops and Hawk know that everyone needed to be cautious but was free to go.

“Hey, sweetie,” my mom said, hugging me. She immediately picked up that something’s wrong.

“What’s wrong?” She asked. “Is it the baby?”

“No, no,” I said, reassuringly. “It’s Thea.”

“What happened? Where’s Thea?” Anna asked and I saw the worry on everyone’s face.

“Matteo Santoro took her,” I said, darkly.